Bullied (A Miraculous Fanfiction)

Chapter 17

As promised, I'm doing 2 chapters in one night!

Marinette's POV

If I told you I knew where I was going, it would be a lie. I had no idea what to do. The new Adrien I had come to trust, like, maybe even love, had harmed me. Physically. I was bleeding and it didn't seem like it was stopping. I was scared that I would bleed out, but I didn't want to ask Adrien for help. I shouldn't have trusted him. He was right to question me why I trusted him.

With my eyes slightly blurred from crying, I dialed the only other person I knew in London.

He picked up on the first ring.

"Babe, glad you called. I knew you would change your mind," Luka's voice came through.

No, I did not want to call him. Desperate times call for desperate measures, though.

"Um..." I didn't know how to start with this.

"Marinette?" Luka asked after a minute of me not saying anything.

I breathed in and breathed out before answering, "Adrien and I got into...an altercation. It's fine, but h-he needs to calm down, a-and I don't know what to do. Y-you're the only one I know in London. C-could I maybe stay with you o-or get a plane ticket back to Paris? I-if you can't, I'll—"

Luka interrupted, "I'll come pick you up, sweetie."

I shivered at the nickname. I knew he had ulterior motives, but I needed somewhere to stay. I told him where I was and thanked him. I prayed that he wouldn't try to do anything. I waited patiently under a lamppost right in front of a pub. I watched and studied as people went in and out. I didn't know if it was to pass the time or to keep my mind busy so I wouldn't think of the hectic night.

Although, I couldn't stop thinking about tonight. I tried to refrain from thinking of Adrien yelling, Adrien's bloody knuckles, and the pain in his eyes when I told him to not come near me. However, I did think about shopping, walking around together, laughing, the amazing dinner, the way he held the hand, the way he looked at my lips like he was going to kiss me at any second, and the fact that he rented out the London Eye for me. He was the sweetest, but he had a ill temper. Maybe I shouldn't have pushed him away. What if I let him comfort me? Would he be embracing me right now and apologizing like crazy? Would he be tending to the cut on my cheek? Would he be kissing me all better? Or would he remember how good it felt to punch me, or kick my stomach, or spit on me, or comment on my flaws to forget his own. Would he have continued to take shards of glass and harm me? I shook where I stood, and knew it wasn't from the cool weather.

After seeing about twenty people go in or out of the bar, Luka arrived. I quietly and swiftly got into the small, red Nissan; I assumed it was his grandma's car. He greeted me as I got in the car. A whole bunch of flirty comments were thrown at me, but I tuned them out. We drove to an apartment complex that was significantly smaller than Adrien's. I stepped out of the car, and made my way after Luka.

"My grandma left the apartment for me for a week because she has work in Germany," he informed me. "So we have the place to ourselves."

I nodded, but was not planning on doing anything.

"I...um...where will I b-be sleeping?" I asked.

He had a shit eating grin on his face as he replied, "With me, of course."

A red blush devoured my body after hearing the sexual innuendo. I was extremely uncomfortable, but I couldn't say or do anything.

"W-what should I-I wear to bed," I asked, following him to the room I assumed we'd be sleeping in.