Luke eyed me suspiciously the whole day. He watched me as I texted Calum.
"What?" I asked slamming my fist on the couch cushion.
"Nothing," He replied turning his attention back to the TV.
I glared at him, "Can you hand me my AriZona tea, please?" I asked.
"Can't you get it?" He asked me.
I huffed and reached to the wooden table to get my tea. I unscrewed the lid and brought it to my lips. Luke slapped the bottle, causing the tea to spill over me.
"Luke!" I shouted. "What the fuck was that?!"
He laughed. My white 'My Chemical Romance' shirt was soaked. I stood up.
"This is one of my favorite shirts!" I said.
"Wait, what's that?" He asked.
"What's what?" I asked.
He walked over to me and lifted my shirt. Revealing my bruised stomach. I bit back a curse.
"What the fuck?" He yelled. "Who gave you that?!"
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm screwed. What am I gonna say? Lie? Again? No, Luke's smarter than that, he'll know something is up.
"Answer me, Helen!"
"It's nothing, Luke."
"You are always full of bullshit, Helen!"
"Who gave you that damn bruise?!" He was fuming. I've never seen Luke this angry. He was PISSED.
"Did dad do that to you?"
"Luke, you and I both know dad would never, ever lay a finger on me like that!"
"Than who gave it to you?"
Ah, fuck it.
OOOoooHhh :-) xx -HelenHood