Resistance • l.h.

Five

We sat across the table from each other in an uncomfortable silence, the only noise was of the silverware clinking onto the plates.

Damn it, Cami, say something. I thought to myself furiously, but I couldn't even bring my mouth to function correctly.

I watched my stepfather chug down his glass of milk with one breath of air, clear his throat and began saying, "I'm so sorry, Cami, I thought you were Jo and-"

"I got it," I intervene harsher than I planned to. I found myself offended that he was planning to touch my mother like that.

I began choking down my food trying to unravel the emotions building up inside of me. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't help question how good it would feel for him to touch me without the material of my shirt blocking his hands...whispering dirty nothings in my ears as....

What the hell. You do realize you can't ever have him. Ever.

I nearly facepalmed at my perverted thoughts, constantly reminding myself of the task at hand.

I tried easing the tense atmosphere, but my voice didn't sound as teasing as it should have. "Hah, Jo? Really? My ass isn't that flat."

Instead of letting out a little chuckle, or something of that sort, I look up to see him pale, lips trying hard to form a small grin.

"Look," I said, empathy coating my voice, "I know that you and Mom haven't been on the same page for a while now. I didn't want to be a bother, but it's been driving me crazy not knowing what's going on. I mean, how am I supposed to help when I'm clueless? I'll be an adult soon; you don't have to hide things from me anymore."

An amused look creeped onto Luke's face, and he leaned back in his chair, as if he was trying to come up with a response. "You're right, you aren't a little girl anymore. But you don't have to worry about your mother and I. Obviously we have some problems. It's not like we can't work this out. Understand, Angel?"

I nearly choked on a strip of bacon when I heard him use that nickname. Luke rarely used that nickname for me, but every time he did, made me feel warm.

Instead of saying anything, I nodded sharply and kept quiet. I saw how he avoided telling me the truth, and I didn't want to continue to press the issue any further.

Plus, when it comes to my feelings toward Luke, I can't tell what is right and what is wrong anymore.

I cleaned my plate, excused myself from the table, and made my way back up into my room. Exhausted already, I locked the door, therefore shutting the world out.

There was only one thought bouncing around in my head.

You're completely and utterly screwed.

Hey guys like I said before I just wanted to say that this chapter was based on a fanfiction I read before. It was only a couple little things but I didn't feel right admitting this was all mine. Thanks for understanding and I hope you liked it.