LUKE:
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door
I’ve had you so many times but somehow I want more
Tears stream down your cheeks as you look at your reflection. You don’t know who you are anymore. You’re faintly holding onto the old you, and the only person keeping you together is Luke.
You feel his hands lace around your waist, while his head rests in the crook of your neck.
"W-We can’t be doing this anymore." You whimper, a sob caught in your throat.
"He can’t be doing this anymore." Luke retorts, referring to your boyfriend of three years, while he traces over a fresh bruise on your back. You feel Luke’s fingertips grazing against the sensitive skin, and you flinch.
"I’m not letting him hurt you anymore." He whispers against your ear, while kissing one of your many bruises. You take a deep breath, hearing Luke speak softly, "I’m in love with you, (Y/N). I’m done watching him hurt you from the sidelines."
"I-I’m afraid to leave him." You admit, knowing all too well that your controlling boyfriend won’t let you go. He’s threatened you before; you flinch, hearing his words in your mind…
"If you ever leave me, I’ll kill myself. And I’ll leave a note to my family, saying it was all because of you…you filthy, dirty bitch."
You turn to Luke, who wraps his arms around you, and holds you closely. His touch isn’t rough, or unwanted. His arms are welcoming.
Luke is your safe haven; his heart, body, mind, and soul are where you belong.
Your best friend since fourth grade looks into your eyes with a broken expression, and tears streaming down his cheeks slowly. You whimper, feeling his fingertips grazing against your bottom lip, as he pecks them softly.
"I promise, (Y/N)." You look into his eyes, as he continues, "He won’t ever lay a hand on you again. He’ll have to go through me."
CALUM:
Tap on my window, knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn’t matter anymore
It’s not always rainbows and butterflies
It’s compromise that moves us along, yeah
My heart is full and my door’s always open
You come anytime you want, yeah.
Your body shakes as you approach Calums door. He’s been your best friend since birth because your parents were very close. He’s the only one you can rely on for help when you needed him.
With a trembling fist, you knock on his door.
"Damn, when they say thirty minutes or less they really mean it." Calum says, opening the door, but apologizes, only to see that it’s you standing there with tears streaming down your cheeks.
"I’m sorry (Y/N), I ordered food and I thought you were-hey, wait…who did this to you?" Cal slowly traces the fingertip of his thumb beneath your bruised and swollen eye.
"I-I uh." You want to lie, but you can’t anymore. Lying to Calum about your abusive boyfriend can’t be an option now.
"Did he hit you, (Y/N)?" Cal asks, and you collapse into his arms. He holds you tightly, not giving you an ounce of space. You cling to him, your body shaking.
