Titanium: strong hearted; strong
After eight years of ongoing battles between relationships, love and war, Violet and Luke are back. Changes have been made to their life, people have been added, mistakes have happened and love has changed. They have changed. But with every battle they fight and with every obstacle they are thrown into, they become titanium.


19. Chapter Nineteen

Luke's POV

I moved Violet's arm off of my chest and slid out of her bed. I replaced my body with a body pillow from the floor and just sat on the edge of the bed. Last night was quite the night, long night. Once we got home, Violet passed out on the bed, still in her clothes from when we visited James, which meant I got to change her out of her clothes.

I looked down to Violet and sighed, ashamed of everything she told me last night. Ashamed of myself, not her. I truly am an asshole for everything I've done to her. For not seeing the signs in front of me when we would go on missions. She would tell me she didn't feel like going home because it was just messy and James would have friends over keeping her up. I never knew it was because of him hurting her.

"Stop feeling that way," I looked down and sighed.

"I can't help but think I could've stopped him, Vi."

"You couldn't have. I could've put a stop to it but I didn't. I never fought back," I shook my head. "Luke, I want you to look at me," I felt hands on my back which made me turn my body towards Violet.

"I'm okay. I survived," she whispered, putting her hand up to my face.

"On the outside but what about inside?"

"It'll take time, but I have you now; all of you. And that's all I need to get better. I've dealt with it for nine months and I can continue to do it," I nodded and put my hand over here on my face. "Can we talk about something else?"

I nodded, "you said Lily is back," she nodded and sat up.

"Yeah, when I went on that mission the other day with the hunters, she was there. It looked like she had her own bed and everything there," I walked over to my desk and sat in the swirling chair, with my back faced Violet.

"Do you remember where this was?" I turned to face her on the bed. She nodded and walked over to my desk, with my shirt that hung low on her thighs. She pulled her hair to the side of her neck and held it there for a couple seconds before letting it go.

"Down on Chester, in the sewer when you first turn down the road. It's across from McDonalds and Starbucks," I checked the dozens of maps on my desk and nodded as I found the street.

"There's no sewer on the map, it should show it but it doesn't,"

"Check the underground tunnels,"

"I thought they all got destroyed in the explosion a couple years ago?" I asked, logging onto my computer.

"So did I, but I went in the sewer and sure enough there was at least one tunnel left. I didn't have to use it, but it was definitely there,"

"So, you think that's how Lily has been coming in and out of the city? The tunnels?"

"How else? The cameras on the roads would've picked it up, right? If she's here and nobody saw anything, there has to be another way."

"And what about these hunter guys? Do they travel with her?"

"They weren't there when I went in the sewer, but, Luke, there were hundreds of beds surrounding that place. Hundreds. It's not just a couple hunters that are after us, there's way more than we can ever take on,"

"Don't worry about that. Worry about Lily and how she's back. When and if hunters come, we'll fight back,"

"Now that Lily is back, what happens?" Violet asked, looking to me.

"We be careful and keep our communication on at all times. No turning it off because you don't want me to get angry or sad about what you're going through. No more of that, especially now,"

"Luke, remember in the warehouse Lily had me in, all those... weird machines? And the camera?"

I nodded, "she used two of them on you. What about them?"

"When I was walking down to the rooms the other day, I saw the machines and I saw the camera. But I got worried,"


"I was walking down the hallway and hanging on a clothes line were a bunch of pictures of you and me. And me in the warehouse. Pictures of what she did when she took me,"

"Okay, we need to go back down there. Now," she nodded and stood up.

"Suit up, Hemmings. We're going on a mission,"

Violet and I walked down the narrow aisle that lead into the room where the hunters are. Violet's thoughts swirled around my head as we walked, her worried and scared thoughts were all over the place. It was just a matter of blocking the emotion out.

"It's alright, I'm right here," I whispered, intertwining our fingers. She smiled and continued to walk as her thoughts lessened and the emotion drained.

"Here, look," she whispered, shining her flashlight. I stepped closer to the clothes line and stared at all the pictures. Thousands of them were hung. Pictures of me and Chloe, my family, my house. Pictures of Violet, her parents, Leo, James and Ryan. Photos of the old warehouse, of Violet sitting in a chair with her head down. Photos of Violet and I on the floor. I looked to the last picture and shook my head. Photos of Violet and I when we were still together. Chloe and I on our date nights. Chloe looking out the window. Violet looking out the window. Pictures of Jenna. Violet shirtless with a guy standing behind her. Photos of me shirtless with Chloe in front of me. Photos of Violet in the hospital when she was in labor.

"Holy shit," I whispered. Violet nodded and touched the pictures. "She wasn't only back for days, Vi. She's been back for years. She's been stalking us,"

"We need to go home, now, Luke. If she's been stalking us, then she's one step ahead of us." I nodded and grabbed her hand and ran down the aisle once again. "I hear footsteps," she said, running faster.

"Doesn't matter what you hear, keep going and don't look back," she nodded and climbed up the ladder quickly.

"Luke, hurry!" I grabbed her hand quickly and used my strength to pull me out of the sewer quickly. I took a deep breath and shook my head.

"It's not safe," she whispered. I shook my head.

"Hey, don't fall down right?" I asked, moving a strand of hair out of her face.

"Not falling down and getting stalked for five years of my life are two totally different things," Violet said.

"Alright, fine. Don't fall down and be bulletproof," she looked at me and nodded.

"Bulletproof," she whispered. "I think it's time for an upgrade,"

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