My Dear Lover

Chapter 10 Run Run

(Luna's POV)

"You stupid bitch!" Martin growled, tightening his grip around my throat

I shook my head, clawing at his rough hands, but he only got angrier "You stupid-" he smashed me against the wall "you stupid..." and again "stupid-" and again "stupid, bitch" the last one, was harder than the previous three, but it was the only time I had to take a short breath, before I got the wind knocked out of me again

I could hear my father fight against the chains that bound him, as Martin tightened his grip

I could feel a burning sensation rise through my body, as I fought the urge to close my eyes and just give up

"Let her go" my father shouted. He looked like a madman, trying to release him self

Martin looked into my eyes and then something happened. Something behind his eyes clicked and then he let go. I fell to the floor, coughing. I wrapped my hands around my neck, feeling the bruised skin

It hurt.

I coughed a few times and then my eyes landed on the knife that Martin had beat out of my hand

My first instinct was to go after it. Martin had his back to me, running his fingers through his hair over and over again. He mumbled incoherent words as he tugged on his hair, pacing back-and-forth. I reached out for the knife, listening to the sound of my father's voice, as he asked over and over if I was all right

I didn't respond, not really sure if my voice would sound of my own. After a moment, I thought twice of my actions. Instead of going for the knife, I climbed onto my feet and took small steps towards Martin, who still had his back to me

I reached out, against my better judgment and slowly placed my hand over his shoulder. He jumped slightly, but turned around. His eyes change from confused to anger. In a matter of seconds he lifted his hand, but before it connected with might face, I croaked out a single word

"Help"

He blinked down at me wide-eyed

"What?"  He asked, holding onto my arm so hard, that I was sure the sensitive skin would be bruised

"Help... I wanted to help" I coughed, trying to calm him down

"You wanted to help me?" Martin sounded unsure

I coughed a single time, clearing my throat

"He...he hurt me so much. All I wanted was to h-hurt him back. Just once" as I spoke, I realize that my voice didn't sound familiar whatsoever. I didn't know if it would work. I had no idea if I could pull it off... It was foolish, but I had to try

"I-I just wanted to hurt him...I'm sorry" I covered my face with my hands

Martin's grip loosened around my arms as he looked down at me. All the while, I tried to remain calm. Nothing changed, the air was still stiff and I could tell that my dad was confused

"Luna" my father spoke

I didn't answer him. I didn't even look at him. If I wanted this to work, I had to convince Martin that this was real. That I wanted to hurt my dad

"I'm sorry" I spoke, my voice cracking

He didn't speak, he didn't say a word. Instead, he laughed. It started off slow and quiet, almost sounding as if he were crying. I felt the rumble of his chest as he pulled me closer to him

"You should have just asked" he smiled, running his fingers through the tips of my hair, as his chest continue to rumble

I realized that if I close my eyes and laid my head against his chest, shutting out his laughter, I could only for a moment pretend that it was Angel. Martin was as tall as Angel and because of the cologne, he smelled like him. All I had to do was shut Martin out completely and then I would be left with Angel