lukey

chapter 8

I didn't get away with it.

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I sneak into the house, well try to. My head and my right leg hurt, but she and her evil ass friends made sure they didn't hit my stomach. How lovely of them. I look sadly at my now naked finger and blink away a mixture of upset and pain filled tears. When they finished, I couldn't move.  I was frozen in shock and agony. 

"Holy shit." Looking up, Luke is examining my face. Without barely trying to control it, I burst into tears. He makes it to me before my knees buckle and he catches me when I fall to the ground. I let out a blood curdling scream and he holds onto me because thats what I need.

We, well Luke sits there in silence, whilst I sob into his shirt. 

"Who did this?" He whispers calmly, brushing his thumb over my tear stained cheeks. I don't reply, because I have no idea.

"Come on, Jess, talk to me. Who did it."

"Just these people. I have no idea who they are and they-" a sob gets caught in my throat, "they took my mums ring. That's why they beat me up, Luke, I wouldn't give it to them. But, they got it." We both look down at my finger where the ring used to be, which was cut and scratched at.

"Jesus, Jess." My dad comes running in, breathless. He's only wearing his boxer shorts, which frankly was strange.

"I was, uhm, I heard a noise." His features harden. "Who hit you, I'm gonna kick their ass."

I'm about to reply when I realise that I screamed over 20 minutes ago.

"Wait, why are you just coming here?" Luke closes his eyes, as if he knew why it took him so long to come over. My eyes wander over to my dad and I finally adjust to his appearence. Not wearing much, his hair dishevelled, and his lips swollen...Damn.

"So you just had a quick one before you went downstairs to your screaming daughter?" I can't believe this. Stupid me, for thinking that he had changed. He's still the sick and rubbish dad he always is.

I get up away from Lukes hold and angrily walk up to my dad and push him.

"Thats what you were doing right dad?" I push him again, without any luck though as his feet stay firmly glued onto the floor. 

I bitterly laugh and stare up menacingly at my dad. "You know, my babys dad is going to be absent and yet he will still be a better father than you," I spit. Shooting him one last nasty glare, I storm off up to my bedroom.  

Nobody comes up for me.

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With a sigh, I turn on my shower. The water runs down my back as I just stand there. My baby bump, I've realised, is small for where I am at the pregnancy, but at two months it shouldn't be too large. I only take a couple of minutes to wash my hair and clean, before turning the shower off and grabbing the warm fluffy towel  from the towel rack and wrapping it around me. I bob my head casually to teenagers by  My Chemical Romance as I get my other towel and start drying my wet hair. Because of what happened today, I completely miss out on my face cleansing session. The last thing I would want to do is to see my purple face. So blindly I add some foundation to the purple patches, just enough so that I could do it near a mirror. Once I was happy with that I left my en suite and went into my room. Luke is just casually sitting on my bed, and I jump, because I had no idea he was creepily in my room.

"Luke." I wrap the towel around my body tighter. He gets up, and backs me into a corner. With his two arms, he cages me and I can feel my heart begin to rapidly beat.

"I broke up with Nicole." A grin reaches to his face and he latches his lips onto my neck. "That means I can do this now."

Uh oh.

"Luke, are you sure?" I say, rather breathlessly. He kisses me frantically.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure."  I laugh, and he pushes me untilI fall onto the bed. He climbs above me and attacks his lips with mine.

"Wait, wait." I whisper, as his hands run up and down my arms. "What about everyone else?"

"They're out." And those are the only two words I need to hear before he takes off my towel.

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"Luke?" 

"Yup." I look up at him and smile. "Please can you get me some marmite later? Sorry, its the cravings." 

"Course I will."  With a sheet wrapped around me, he pulls me closer to him. The smell of his shampoo and conditioner makes me feel so calm and relaxed. I haven't felt like this before. Even though I've only been with one other person this time was so much different. With Frankie, it was just lust. But with Luke, I felt connected to him. It's a strange feeling, yet I knew that it would feel like that with him. 

Whilst I'm snuggling up to Luke, we can hear someones car pull up. Luke jumps up instantly and kisses me quickly on my mouth.

"Love you." I smile at that, and say the same to him. Thankfully he closes the door so theres no danger in anyone coming in. Still, I get dressed and have enough time to make up my bed before someone knocks at my door.

"Jess, can I come in?" my dad asks. I didn't want to see him, so I don't reply. I can hear that he slouches against the door, and exhales.

"Okay, you probably aren't going to let me in and I can't force my way in, so I'll talk from here. What I did was bad. But I really like her Jess, we are so simular and I get on with her really well. I didn't go straight away because I thought there must be someone down there to help you. Luckily there was, otherwise I would never be able to forgive myself..."

"But there was a strong possibility that it would be the case. You knew that they all had left, and nobody except you and your...your - skank, were the only ones here."

Dad folds his arms. "Don't you dare call her that."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have been such a terrible parent-" Without warning, my dad slaps me. Not hard, but hard enough for it to hurt- especially when I litterally got jumped two hours ago. It's like you could hear our hearts race, the room was deathly silent. I stare up at my dad, my eyes slowly filling up with tears. He looks as though he is in pure shock; like the action hadn't even computed in  his mind before he did it. Dad doesn't even apoligise, but runs out of the room. Luke rushes in to see me fall back onto my bed, holding my face. Very slowly I move into a fetal position and just burst out crying.

"Oh oh God," I cry, rubbing the cheek that dad's hand stuck. My dad. Instead of comforting me, Luke rolls up his sleeves.

"I'm going to kill Ashton," Luke announces angrily. He has this look in his eyes that I've never seen before. Pure hatred. I never thought that this would ever be directed towards my dad because they are such good friends. I wish that  I could help Luke, and tell him that I was okay, but obviously I wasn't. The pain I've endured tonight alone is already traumatic enough, and havin Luke beat up my dad would make it worse... or better. It's difficult. Finally, I gather up enough strength to sit myself up.

"Luke, please," I whisper, "just stay here with me. Please." Luke looks at me and sighs. He reaches up to my now red cheek and strokes it tenderly. I close my eyes, otherwise this affection would be too overwhelming for me and I will start crying.

"Thank you Luke." My eyes open, and I see Luke lovingly looking at me. He twists around in embarrasement, I giggle and turn him back to face me. Without warning, he kisses me, and the same feeling as being high gets to me again. Usually these kisses only happen in movies, but now I am experiencing them for the furst time and I don't ever want this to stop. To be fair, I would be so naive if this was to go on forever, seeing as our age is our most likely reason why this relationship will fail. Also, he's known my dad over 20 years now and this could be like betrayal to my dad... Who cares though? Not only has he spent my 17 years on this earth ignoring me, less than 24 hours later after he apoligised he slaps me. 

No, I shouldn't care about his opinions on me and Luke. Right now, I'm certainly sure he doesn't either. 

"I'm going to close the door," Luke smirks, getting up. I'm sure this isn't good for pregnant women.

{Word count: 2227 words}

I know this isn't much, but I want to finish this and go onto Cals! Ps, I haven't checked spelling, sorry