Running Into the Badboy

I Promise (21)

I woke up with a sharp pain in my stomach and it wasn't going away, I think that the longer I laid on the bed the more it started to hurt. I finally decided to open my eyes and when I did I noticed that I wasn't in my own room, this room looks familiar though. I wasn't in my outfit from last night either, I was in a baggy grey UCLA sweatshirt and my leggings. I quickly threw my hair in a lose messy bun and went to the door.

I walked around the upstairs until I found the stairs, the upstairs was really big and that was when I realized that I was in Luke's house. Why am I here and what happened to my date with Linc? I checked my phone and saw that it was 2am, well what am I supposed to do now? Luke is probably asleep and i'm not walking home this late at night and my stomach wasn't feeling any better so walking home does not sound like a very good idea. 

I walked down the wooden stairs hoping not to make too much noise, and walked into the now modern kitchen. The stove top light had been turned on, maybe he turned it on in case I woke up. Luke wasn't in the kitchen either so at the moment, I have no idea where he is. I was about to go back up the stairs into his room until I heard a soft snore coming from the living room, why would I not check the living room? I slowly walked across the cold tile kitchen floor into the living room, I slowly looked to the other side of the room and saw Luke sleeping on the pull out couch snoring softly. At this point there was no way that I was going to go back to sleep so I turned around trying to be as quiet as possible, being me that isn't very likely so of course I bumped into the wall.

"Babygirl? what are you doing up?" Luke groggily asked, his voice was husky from him just being asleep.

"I woke up because of my stomach so I came downstairs and I can't go back to sleep," I admitted shyly. At this point Luke was propping himself up with his elbow and rubbing his eyes with his free hand.

"Come here then, you can lay with me." He told me while motioning for me to come over to the couch, is he being serious? I really wasn't in the mood for fighting against it so I slowly walked over to the couch and Luke moved over a bit so that I could have some room. As I crawled into the covers a shooting pain went through my stomach and I winced in pain, Luke must have noticed because he shot up from his laying position to see if I was okay.

"Hey are you alright?" He asked, concern was obviously thickly in his voice but what really surprised me was that even in the dim lit room with only the stove light as the source I could see concern in his eyes as well. I am not able to usually read Luke but right now we was like an open book but all he was showing was pure concern. 

"Yeah I think so," I whispered. He laid back down and as if on instinct I laid my head on his sturdy yet comforting bare chest. He wrapped the arm that I was laying on around me in a protective manner and gently rubbed the side of my stomach where it was strangely wrapped.

For some odd reason being in Luke's arms made me feel safe, like there was nothing in the world that could hurt me. With that thought, the memories of my dad came flooding into my mind and a cold shiver ran down my spine. Luke must have noticed because his arm tightened around my waist as if sensing my fear. Being in Luke's arms made me start to feel tired as well so it didn't take long for my eyelids to become heavy and for me to start to drift off to what I hoped was a dreamless sleep.

He was chasing me around the house with a knife in his pocket and a shotgun in his hand screaming profanities at me. He and I both knew that I wasn't going to be able to run forever. Like we expected my clumsiness started to catch up with me and I fell over a rock, he chuckled once he reached me. I kept pleading for him to not hurt me but all he did was let out a humorless laugh. His eyes were cold and hard and right then and there I realized that he was no longer the man that he used to be. There were no words spoken at that moment, he pulled the knife out of his pocket and ran it across my cheek. A tear slipped down my cheek and that's when it hit me, i'm going to die...

I woke up and sat straight up panting hard, I looked frantically around the room and remembered that I was at Luke's. I kept repeating the same phrase in my head 'he can't hurt you hear' but it didn't seem to work.

"Hey babygirl, come here." crap, I forgot that Luke was laying with me. I laid back down and rested my head back on his chest and he shifted so that he could softly play with my hair. He stroked my hair trying to calm me down but it wasn't working too well.

"What ever it was babygirl, it was just a dream. You're safe with me," he cooed into my hair. I don't know why but when he said that I believed him. As He stroked my hair I started to calm back down and my stiff body started to loosen up. 

"You're safe with me babygirl," he whispered into my hair as I started to drift back off to sleep. Right before I drifted off into the oblivion of sleep I heard a whisper,

"I won't let anyone hurt you, i promise" and that was the last thing I heard before I drifted off into oblivion.