cinnamon hearts

chapter seven

He's still my Luke!

What am I saying? He's not mine.

You wish he was tho...

Pfff... No I do not.

The doorbell ringing ia what makes me leave my thoughts. I quickly walk to the door and open it. 

Luke is there, looking even more amazing than usually.

He's wearing a dark green tee-shirt with some white/beige shorts, that amazingly contrasted with his dark skin.

His darks locks are touching the back of his neck and hanging over his shoulder. 

I hope one day he'll let me braid it.

"Hi Luke." he smirks.

"So. Where's that cat?" I giggle and grab his wrist, enjoying the feel of his warm skin on my cold one.

I bring him to the bathroom door, whwere my little baby is lying. His orange fur looks adorable, I want to keep him with me forever!

"Look how cute he is!" I look at him with a big smile. Luke is looking down at the kitten!

Before he can answer, the oven lets out a beep beep, indicating me that my muffins are ready.

I tell Luke I won;t be long and excuse myslef to the kitchen.

I put on a purple oven mitt and takes the dessert out.

I grab a plate from one of the top cabinet and start placing them on top of it.

He's getting bored of you, he's about to leave.

No. I don't want him to leave me.

I'm about to go back to him when he enters the kitchen running.

"call him Lucifer." What? 

I tilt my head to the side, showing him that more context is needed.

"He's the devil himself." I laugh and nod my head.

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I yawn as I grab my pj's out of my dresser.

I pick a white silky nightdress. I throw my bra and panties, before grabbing a clean one and getting to bed.

I yawn and jump in my big bed, wrapping the covers around me, making sure not one inche of my skin is not hidden by the covers.

And just like that, I get into a dream that makes me wish I never went to sleep.

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*mention of sexual abuse and rape*

feel free to skip this part

"Anastasia, stop fucking moving! " She doesn't stop doing her best to try and hit him somewhere it would hurt.

Suddently, a burning sensation made its way to her cheeks. She yelps, as she stops moving for a couple seconds.

He takes the opotunity.

His mouth is on her breast, while her arms are kept on top of her head by one of his hand.

She still tries to get out of his grasp, while he nods and bites, not so lightly, his whole weight on her shaking body.

She ends up giving up, knowing she doesn't stand a chance against him. Tears run on her cheeks as air begins to hardly make its way to her lungs.

And a couple minutes later, he kisses her cheeks.

"Don't touch me!" she wants to say. But she's too scared of him for that.

"You did so good, baby girl. Letting me have fun without yelling and kicking. Keep that attitude next time, okay?" His icy blue eyes look into her grey ones.

But they're not blue anymore.

They're light brown.

And his blond hair is now replaced by dark ccurly pieces, as his light skin darkens.

Her once rapist is now Luke.

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I wake up with tears streaming on my cheeks. My breathing is fast and my mouth feels dry.

I haven't had this nightmare in months.

I thought I was over it. I thought I was over him. Over what he did to me.

Guess I was wrong.

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1068 words

i'm sorry this is so short I just really needed to update!

would you prefer next chapter to be in anastasia's or in luke's pov?