Lavender

sick (6)

"Who are you?" Luke asked with a disgruntled sneer.

He had just been forced against a wall and punched by a very forceful 'Michael'. His nose trickled blood and his top lip was split. The tall boy just snickered as he enveloped his arms tighter around Lavender. She was drunk, he could see it in her usual clear powder blue eyes.

"I'm her boyfriend, now who the fuck are you?" The tall boy snarled with a slight accent.

"I'm nobody." Luke muttered before turning and exiting the flat he had become so accainted with.
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"Fucking hell Luke, man up! He is a drunk loser and literally has no future except dying from liver failure. You on the other hand are sweet and you actually give a fuck. The point is, we like you, we don't like him." Poppy sighed with a roll of her currently brown eyes.

"What do you want me to do?" He stuttered in reply, gesturing to his bruised face.

"Look, its obvious your in love with her."

Luke sneered at her, unwilling to see that other people could tell.

"Look dude, I'm just saying." She held her tattoed hands up in defence.
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"Lav listen to me..." Luke pleaded.

Her side of the line finally fell silent and he managed to talk. He had called her in the hope of catching her alone. He had.

"He barely takes you out and he has no money. When I took you out I would always pay." He spoke quietly.

"Get to your fucking point."

"Look, I'm just saying that I think you should leave him. He's not good for you and the way he looks at you makes me sick. I'll be right here for you. You don't need him Lav."

"Full of yourself much."

"Well, when you change your mind, I'll be waiting. And no offence but I'm better than him." Luke muttered before pressing end.
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He cheated on her. She sunk to the floor and let the sobs cascade out of her. She tried to cover her mouth with her shaky hand but failed, letting the limp limb fall beside her. His ringtone rang out from her phone but she let it go to answer phone. Just the sound of his voice made her weak, the sobs increasing.

"Fucking hell Lavender... I can't apologise enough. Although I don't understand why I should be apologising when we weren't anything anyway. I'm so fucking confused Lav, please talk to me. Please baby, talk to me."

She couldn't resist, picking up her phone and pressing talk.

"What the fuck do you want Luke!" She screamed at the phone.

"Fuck... Can we just get things straight? You dated this Michael guy and I hated it. I was jealous okay? It was only a dumbass ploy to get you back. I wanted you to be jealous. Please baby, just meet me somewhere so we can actually fucking talk."

"Fine. Therapy, half seven tonight."

She had only been so agreeable due to the fact Michael had just walked through the door.
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"I'm so confused Vi..." Lavender sighed into her hands.

The pair had secretly reconciled and Lavender was confiding in Violet. Michael scared her. He threatened her all the time and fingertip sized bruises could be seen upon her bare legs.