"You have to choose, Emily. Me, or him."


9. 9

"I know it's not." He sighed. "But I can't do anything about it." 

His eyes were watery, so were mine.

"How can I protect you?" I whispered.

"You can't. No one can." He quickly stood up and ran inside his house, but leaving the door open.

He took one step when he was inside, but collapsing on the floor right after.

My hand flew up to my mouth and I ran inside.

I kneeled down next to him. His eyes were still open, but his breath hitched.

"Luke, don't move, okay?" I said, he nodded.

I laid his head in my lap and carefully stroke his hair. I made soothing sounds, and waited patiently for his breath to go in a normal rhythm again.

I bend down a little, so that my lips were resting on his right ear.

"Take deep breaths, Luke. In... and out..." I softly kissed his cheek.

He followed my breathing. His electric blue eyes looked up at me.

He didn't say anything, he just stared. 

We were in Luke's room, talking on his bed, when suddenly the front door was being slammed shut.

"I'm back!" Someone yelled from downstairs.

Luke's grip on my hand tightened.

"Go to the bathroom." Luke said, his voice stern.


"NOW!" He yelled.

I backed away a little, I hadn't seen this side of Luke yet. His eyes mediately softened, but he didn't say anything.

I did what he said and walked to his bathroom, locking the door.

There was a boxer lying on the floor with burgers & fries print on them. I snorted. Dork.

Loud footsteps came into Luke's room.

"YOU." The harsh voice of his father spoke.

"You, you've only been a bother for me these past few years!"

I didn't dare to breath. I stood frozen, with my ear against the door of the bathroom.

Suddenly, Luke replied " I could say the same about you!"

I didn't think Luke would ever dare to say something like that.

"HOW DO YOU DARE SAYING THAT TO ME! I, the one who keeps you, feeds you, dresses you!"

The sound of a slap filled the room. And another.

"Remember what I've taught you?!" The voice of his father became louder and louder, while Luke's voice grew even more quiet.

"You're deformed!" A slap.

"I-I'm def-formed."

"You're ugly!" A slap.

"I-I-I'm ug-gl-y."  

"Be grateful! Do as I say, OBEY!" Another slap.


There was a sound of a door being slammed shut, causing me to jump scare. It was quiet...

I let out a deep sigh, and opened the bathroom door.

"No, no, no." I repeated.

Luke was sitting on the floor, leaning against hid bed.

His cheeks were redder than a tomato, probably where his father slapped him.

"L-leave." He whispered.

I told him no.

"Go. GO! You're leaving me eventually so why not do it right now?!" His voice still wasn't as terrifying as he probably wanted it to be.

I wasn't leaving.

Not again.

I sat right in front of him, and held him by his shoulders.

I was really close to his face, noses almost touching. 

He didn't look at me. But after awhile of him trying to struggle out of my grip, he looked my way.

I looked him in the eyes, him doing the same. His breath was fast.

I stared. Just stared. He didn't move either.

"Why haven't you leaved yet? Everyone does... why don't you?" He asked. It seemed like he was more asking it to himself than me.

But I still answered. "Because I care about you. I can't just leave you alone. Friends don't do that to each other."

He pulled me in for a hug, a tight one.

"It hurts, Ems. It hurts so much." He softly cried.

I rubbed his back and hid my face in the crook of his neck.

"I'll get some ice for your cheeks, okay?" he nodded and released.




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