FWB you can count on me

Chapter 11

Luke’s POV:

“She grabbed by me by my hand and pushed me against the wall forcing me down, she pinched all over my body with her long fingernails pausing to take her slippers off to use as a weapon to hit me till I was black and blue, I tried to block her but she always found a way to go around me.”

 Tears erupted again onto her face.

It’s my fault.

I should have rescued her and ran away with her but I was too selfish; I didn’t want to leave my mum behind. I always told her that I knew what she was going through but I was just trying to comfort her. That time when she came to school and didn’t talk to anyone including me for a whole week, I shouldn’t have waited for her to talk… but all of these events are in the past. Now I need to make sure that there will not be a repeat of the mistakes I’ve made…I need to focus in the present, on how to help the girl who’s been my best friend since I was

The girl who has a mother that doesn’t love her.

The girl who is mine.

I hugged her because that was the only thing I could do. She fell asleep on my shoulder and I carried her upstairs. I covered her up and kissed her on the forehead. Then a hand pulled me down till there was no space between us.

 “My knight in shining armour,” she whispered and fell into a sleep, where all is forgotten. I on the other hand did not manage to sleep .I was devising a plan to get my friend as far away from that shrivelled face sadistic bitch who claims to be the beautiful, funny girl’s mum.Maybe she could move to,

Russia, japan, Brazil, Hawaii, Korea

To be honest I couldn’t care as long as it’s in a different continent from her ‘mum’.

I have faith. It’s what keeps me alive.

 Cara’s POV:

 I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed, in my room waiting for this day to go by but then I woke up fully and realised that the room was painted white. Now this is the thing about me and the colour white; I feel like it represents light hope, purity etc. but I’m more of a dark,depressed,no longer a virgin person so I painted my room dark purple. I screamed uncontrollably.

 Lucas hemmings entered my door.

 "Luke?” Memories flooded through my brain of the events of last night. I screamed again but I was quickly silence by Luke’s big sweaty palm.

 "Damn girl, stop screaming!” I automatically started to cry because that’s all I could do right now.my tears were filled with gratefulness, sadness, happiness and all of the possible emoji’s. Luke moved his hand to wipe my tears of and then wiped my tears on my face. He then handed me a pack of Kleenex so I could blow my nose.

“I’m sorry I screamed Luke, I was just didn’t remember what happened last night and you know how much I hate…”

 “… The colour white,yeah don’t worry about it I really want to change the colour anyway to show my devilish side.” For some reason I wanted to see his devilish side.

 I went into the toilet to change my clothes which sounds weird since Luke has seen me naked and had sex with me a couple of times.However,I only did it cause I was feeling horny which I was trying to control and because his mum was here. I took my top of was about to take off my bra when I looked in the mirror to find Lukes reflection.so much for controlling my horniness.

Then I paused.

“Luke, we can’t do this.”

 “Why not?”

 “Because your mums downstairs.”

 “I told her remember, it’s no longer a secret.”

 “Yeah but it’s still awkward.”

 “Right now I couldn’t careless I just want to be with you.”

 Our kissing became more urgent and the nest thing I knew I was topless as was Luke. I pulled of his pants as I took of his knickers. The sex was slow but good. He took his time to feel around my body until we melted into one. I couldn’t stop moaning with pleasure. After 5 minutes of hard-core fucking he said:

 “I’m coming!” I didn’t want it to end, it couldn’t end because I wasn’t ready but I guess he must be feeling tired, after all we still have the rest of the day.as it reached the climax, my moan was loud and higher in pitch –unfortunately I haven’t learnt to control that yet- and then he relaxed on top of me. he was panting like a dog(he needs to improve his stamina) and I too was sighing. He fell next to me and we faced each other.

 "That was good.”

 “I know, I’m a professional.” You didn’t hear another word from his mouth that morning until afternoon cause he was in dreamland. I looked at him sleeping thinking of a cute puppy.

There was just something’s in life that would always be good.

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