Chapter 12

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I got out of the shower throwing on an over-sized hoodie and leggings and putting makeup over the obvious yellow and purple bruise on the side if my eye

"freak. How's your face?"

He snickers before walking away, I sigh and look for my hairbrush

I was brushing my washed hair watching silent tears run down my cheeks sat on my bed looking in the mirror, I see luke climb on the bed behind me, I felt the bed dip and hands reach out stopping me. I watch in the mirror as he takes the brush from me

He brushes my hair still not saying a word, I watch him in the mirror. He looks in the mirror every once in a while making eye contact with me

"what are you doing?" I whisper gently knowing my voice would break and I didn't want anyone to hear

"shh. I'm just braiding your hair.." he speaks just as gently and when he's done he puts the band on to hold it in and he pulled me into his chest

I lay on his lap between his legs and he looks down on me. He wipes my tears with the pad of his thumb

"I'll always be here for you"

He keeps running his thumb along my cheek, I close my eyes melting into his small touch fully relaxing

"I'm so done with him hurting you. You need to tell him Ray.. Or I will. He's made marks and has gone too far"

"take the makeup off... Let me see angel"

I grab the makeup wipes on my desk keeping eye contact with him going back to sit where I was before

I look in the mirror him watching over my shoulder intentively

I put the gently rub around my eyes taking the makeup with it as I move it around. Soon it reveals the bruise

His gentle hand goes over my shoulder grabbing my jaw and turning my face to him

He doesn't say anything but only storms out of my room

I get up running after him throwing my hood up in the process. He runs into the living room where calum Ashton and Mike sit watching the tv

"MICHAEL YOU SICK FUCK!"

"why are you shouting this time lucas?" He says completely unfazed. 

"you need to sort your fucking act out and I mean it!"

"what are you on about"

He looked fed up and rolled his eyes at luke

"luke why are you shouting what is this over?" ash buts in trying to calm if down before it gets too bad but luke looked pissed

"well ash. This dick had been tripping Raya up and this morning called her downstairs making it sound urgent as you both probably heard like I did, he was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for her and stuck his foot on on purpose!"

I looked down and I felt a hand on my shoulder

" Raya.. Show Mike what he did. He needs to know that it's not ok.."

" luke she's fine! Stop over-"

He stops talking after I lift my head and pull down my hood

" did you do that Mike?" cal finally speaks up

"Raya. Look at me and tell me the truth..." I look up locking eyes with Ash. "did mike do that?"

I look over at mike who gritted his teeth at me. I shook my head remembering what he said

"see! I didn't trip her on purpose it wasn't there this morning"

"he's right luke.. It would have been there all day"

"she's a 17 year old girl! She has makeup!"

"she doesn't wear any!"

"how would you know Michael?!!"

"ENOUGH! LUKE YOUR ROOM MIKE YOURS NOW!"

"why can't you tell them raya. Tell them the truth"

He storms out of the house slamming the front door and Mike goes to his room.

"now he's gone and it's just us.. Did he do it raya?" ash rests his hand on my shoulder I look up at him again. I couldn't help it. I immediately burst into tears and he's quick to wrap his arms around me and hug me tightly

"it's gonna be ok love"

Is it though?
Will it really be ok ever again?

luke's pov

I needed to talk to someone. I needed to rant to someone who would know exactly what to do

I walked into my family home.

"is that my boy?"

My mum appears from the kitchen making me smile and close the door behind me, I knew she would have the answers I needed.

"hi mama"

"what brings you here?"

"alot.."

"go sit down I'll get the tea going" she knew me too well.

I thank her and hug her before going to the living room and sitting down. I got comfortable, this was going to be a long one.

Soon she comes back with 2 cups of tea and she sits opposite me

"so tell me what happening?"

"god where do I begin?"

I tell her everything from the meeting raya, to the Michael not being Michael situation. Even her talking to me and sneaking around with her.

"this raya sounds like a lovely girl luke. I know my boy, you do what's right but it seems like a them problem honey." She tells me what I need to hear rather than what I wanted to hear. The truth.

"But. But I think I like her mum. She's different. She's not like all the other girls who throws themselves at me for money or fame."

"I know sweetie. I know who she is"

"what? You do?!"

"I spoke to Michaels mum alot and she told me about Raya and everything that's went on. I know you will do what feels right over what is actually right because that's how I brought you up to be. A man who respects everyone but will do what they have to do to help someone they love. Take care of her. She's young and she hasn't had the attention that she needs. You're the first person who's showed her that and she may just be using you- not in a bad way- to get the attention she wants and when she gets it may not need it anymore. If that makes any sense. Just don't get hurt in the process alright..." I didn't care if I got hurt, I just wanted her to be okay.

" thank you mum"

"I love you son"

"I love you too"

We hug and I drive back home, everyones gone to bed. I walk to my room glancing down the hall seeing her door open I furrow my brows together and walk down poking my head around the door frame

I see Michael sat on the edge of her bed sniffling lightly with tears running down his face looking over her while she sleeps

"I-im so sorry little ra ra... So so sorry.. I'll make it up to you I promise" he whispers and kisses her head

I smile to myself and walk back to my room.. He does love her. He really does, but he feels like he should be mad at her for what happened years ago. His brain and his heart are battling with right and wrong. His heart says love her. His head says hate her.

He choosing the right path but there's still that constant voice trying to pull him down the wrong path..

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