Twdg | Luke and Nick | idk who to love...

Please don't...

I'm starting to make an episodic twdg series, nothing serious or continuous pretty random of anything haha 😂 but yeah check it out if you want to. Thanks for all the comments and votes btw, I read every single one and they're all appreciated 😜. Honestly I wouldn't carry on if it wasn't for you guys supporting me so thanks for that 😊. Ahh and the marathon... Heaven 😍 but anyway sit back, relax and enjoy. Oh, I'm writing a book about me! Check it out (I literally just started right now, like right right now). Anyway, what the third last sentence said 😉

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We didn't take our time in running back to the house. The familiar groan sounded more and more disturbing, as Carver's howling seemed to have amplified. With every step my speed increased, and I could feel the strain in my throat.

Luke shoved me towards a nearby bush, just in time. From behind the leaves I could see Carver raising his fist punching... Carlos?

"Just please, stop... Please..." Yeah... He had an accent that couldn't be mistaken and that plaid shirt could be seen from a mile away. It had to be him.

"THEN WHERE THE HELL IS SHE!" And when Carlos didn't answer he simply grabbed his hand, bending the fingers backwards.

I don't know what was worse, Carlos' screams in pain or the crackling sound his fingers made. I squinted down on my eyes, feeling my whole face pinch up.

"Why doesn't she just give herself up?" I asked as the horrifying scene died down. Luke just looked at me, clearly guilt stricken.

"Well..."

"REBECCA! OUR BABY DESERVES TO BE RAISED IN A PLACE OF SAFETY! YOU KNOW IT AND KNOW IT."

The level of gasps exchanged are high, though I strongly feel as if I'm a main contributor. I peered at Luke, who made no noise. Not that it mattered; the gaping hole on his face told me more than what was necessary. I opened my mouth to ask, but no words came out.

"YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH ME, JUST AS MUCH AS I WANT TO WITH YOU."

"..."

"YOU'RE A STRONG WOMAN, SURROUNDED BY WEAK MEN." I think heard him sigh out of exhaustion.

"...."

"I ain't lettin my child get raised around that." He sounded calmer, and you could hear his exhaustion through the wheezing in his breath

It took me a second to take it all in. Then another to realise ---

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry I didn't tell you..." I looked up at him, his eyes seemingly begging for mercy." I wanted to believe Luke, but he was good with facades. I had rarely seen him upset he's moods changed to fast to allow it.

"Why Luke?" I asked, trying to keep my tone somewhat neutral.

"I --- we didn't want to get you involved."

I almost laughed at that. Hell, I was already involved; I had a scar taking up a quarter of my arm that spoke for me.

"At what cost? My arm, or his face?"I demanded, obviously referring to Carlos. Carver now had him lying face down, slowly twisting his leg backwards in attempt to dislocate his knee. The screeching itself was unbearable.

"It's not like that." He can't be serious...

"Sure it's not. All you guys do is run. Run from trouble, responsibility, HIM."

"That's a bit rich coming from the girl who's afraid of her own mother." He snapped back.

"What?" I could already feel the load of petrol being poured into my body, fuelling my anger.