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What are you thinking about?" I jumped back in shock and dropped the grape I was eating and it plopped on the floor. "What did he want?" Luka asked again and I rolled my eyes and bent to retrieve the grape fruit and dispose of it properly. This was all his fault. "Why do you care?" "Because it made you sad." "All of a sudden you care? You did not care when it was you making me sad." He flinched back like my words cut him and it just made everything even much worse. "That's why I want to prove to you that I'm in love with you." My heart skipped a funny beat but I ignored it. I can't get used to the funny feeling I get everytime he says that. The shirt he had on was unbuttoned at the neck. The white shirt contrasted well on his fair skin and I could see a peak of my necklace on his neck. On anybody else it would look tacky but not Luka."Did you arrange this welcome party?" I ran cold water from the tap to rinse my hand and it gave me something to stare at for a while instead of
BELLAHow do you know your bad boy is in love with you? He'll say random sweet things that have you blushing like a fool and falling even deeper in love with him.I put my hand into his outstretched own almost tentatively and lowered my eyes to stare at my feet. His gaze, the way he was staring at me was making me hot all over. My hands felt swallowed up in his bigger ones and I love the rough feel of mine in his. My hands were rougher, because of Basketball and all the numerous injuries. It surely wasn't the most lady-like pair; all soft and demure but I liked the feeling of mine in his. He opened the side door and I raised my eyebrows in question, "really?" He chuckled, "Yes I'm planning to be the perfect gentleman tonight." "Chivalry doesn't suit you LuLu." The name slipped out with a soft chuckle before I could remind myself of the numerous reasons why we weren't friends. He entered the red Porsche and gave me a wink, "I'll take you calling me Daddy over Lulu, you know that r
"Luka!" I tried to scream but his name came out as a muffled yell because of the food in my mouth. I swallowed quickly and took a large sip of water and looked around to be sure nobody heard him, "you're not supposed to say things like that in public." He just shrugged and placed the rim of his glass to lips while staring at me from over the top. I cleared my throat and rubbed my legs together. I have to relieve the sexual tension that was going on right now, "what did you order? I mean I know that's pasta but yours look different from mine." "I don't eat shrimp, so I ordered Ragu Bolognese." His accent was thick as he pronounced the Bolognese and it just made me look in wonder. I know I gush a lot about Luka and his beauty but damn, the way the coloured light enhances his features and the peak of skin of his chest that was open just made my belly tighten in need. "What?" He asked with a small smile. "Nothing, can I try your bolognese?" I asked with a small pout. His plate just
"How was your date?" My mom was cuddled under a crochet blanket that came with the couch, she had a wine glass in her hand and one of her sappy shows about love and friendship was playing. Her head was hanging over the back of the couch so that she was staring at me instead of the show. I shrugged and shuffled on my feet waiting to be dismissed. She dropped the wine glass and motioned for me to come over. "I just want to go to bed right now, can't I do that?" I snapped before running up the stairs two at a time.I have a game plan for when Luka acts mean and bosses me around, but since I got back, he has been genuinely kind to me and he took his time to make sure that we could eat good food, in a place we were both comfortable with and still not miss the playoff game for the night. I flung my purse to the bed and dropped on the bed like a huge sack of potatoes with a loud sigh. My mom entered almost immediately after me. She sat beside me and stroked my hair without saying anythi
"I don't know why I'm telling you this, but I didn't always live with Luka and Leonardo. We have different mums you see." she gave a wide smile that didn't even come close to hiding the pain in her eyes and I adjusted in my seat. I didn't know that. I've heard someone refer to Paula as Luka's cousin but I've always just known they were siblings. "But he treats me well. He is like the best big brother in the whole world even though he is older than me by barely a year. Most of the time he got beaten was also because of me. Luka is like that you know, always wanting to take care of those he loved." I nodded and smiled in agreement. "When Luka was 7 and I just moved in, he caught his mom cheating on our dad and she had begged him not tell on her. It messed with him, but he kept it in, because our dad was obsessed with Luka's mom. He didn't even cheat with my mom voluntarily, according to the story, he was drunk that night on a buisness trip away from home and my mom took advantage of
Luka opened the door wide enough for me to step in and I did trailing after him gently into the strangely brightly lit room. All the times that I've been here it was usually more darker and a little messier.The blinds were drawn flooding the room with light, and on the bed they were littered and crumpled paper on the bed and a canvas by the side of the window.I reached to pick one of the crumpled papers but he reached for it first and snatched it from my hand. He gathered the rest of them with so much urgency that it couldn't help but pique my interest."What are you hiding, Lulu?" The words left my mouth in a soft whisper as I took steps towards him trying to be as intimidating as possible but knowing that what I was really going for was the canvas that sat beside the window which I couldn't see from here. But I could barely fool him. He raced down the room and snapped the sating cover on to cover the painting shielding it away from me.One of the papers in his hand fell down and h
My body feels boneless as I gaze unto his brown, shiny eyes. We're both lying on our back, bodies wet with sweat and slowly coming back to normal. Luka leans forward to stroke my cheek gently with his fingers and placed a chaste kiss on my lips. "I love you," he murmurs. I try to keep my eyes open but I suddenly feel so sleepy so I mumbled, "I love you too."He pulled me closer so that my head was laying in his chest and I could hear the slight worked up beat of his heart. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to take it slow for your first time. I.. I really tried to control myself but when I was inside you, it just felt so good and I kind of lost it. " He whispers and I smile gently."It was perfect." I know that I don't have anything to compare it with, but it felt so good and amazing for me. Now I'm his and he he is mine, it's all ive ever wanted coming to life. I let out a content smile as my eyes began to droop and he pulled me in closer. I woke up alone, sprawled out on his big bed and
Today is my first day back in school and I'm so excited to be back. Today is also the first day when I get to go outside and live free. The news of my kidnap has been on some major channels especially since my kidnapper escaped from the hospital where he was taken since he has been sick for a while. I was going all out with my outfit for the day in my opinion. White canvas with blue jeans, a white crop top and a jean jacket. My fading brown hair was packed in a messy bun and few curls were left to frame my face. I tried to wing on an eyeliner but ended up wiping it up and settling for a nude shape lipstick I found on my mom's dresser. I should get makeup now and more chic clothes, I can't be the boring girl that always wore sweatpants anymore, I was Luka's girlfriend. Luka Donatelli; the hottest guy on campus. My mom was flipping pancakes when I got downstairs and she gave me a look of approval with a proud smile. "Someone is excited to be going back to school," she teased with a
My hands trailed on the rough skin on Bella's thigh with so much concentration that I didn't miss it when she flinched away. The loving and tenderness that I have spent the last one hour coaxing into her skin was gone. In its place was the rigid straightening of her spine and shoulders, an indication of how tense she suddenly became, almost as if she knew what was coming.The last six months we have been living in a bubble. I had accepted that it was okay for her not to say those three magical words that used to make my heart soar back to me, but lately it's been getting to me. Or maybe it's the way she never wants to talk about the 2 year gap in our relationship, or the baby we didn't know we had but lost. I want to know if she still secretly blames me for what happened. If every single time she sees the scars she hates me the way I do myself. I didn't mean to but I sighed loudly, my shoulder drooping before I rolled her body away from mine and got up padding softly to the bathroom
"I'm really sorry for the part I played in this. Especially knowing that you saw everything that happened that night. We staged a ruse and didn't take you into consideration and for that I'm sorry. Luka is my friend, and all I want is for him to be happy. He means so much to me that's why I came here and I told you my side of the story, it's up to you now whether you believe it or not." Erica ended and got up to leave. I couldn't bring myself to nod or acknowledge her. She had shown me proof that she was after all in a relationship with someone then, who was a professor at their school and telling me this could put her in trouble but she had chosen to do it anyway. I don't know what I was expecting to feel when the 'proof' came, but I'm not sure it's this. If I don't have the usual anger or person to blame for all my predicament then where do I stand? What is this deflated feeling I have in my stomach? Like a balloon punctured at the far end. "Bella," Luka began after a whi
The ride down to Luka's place was one of the most uncomfortable rides I've ever had to endure. My reference to his trysts with other girls was like an elephant in the room. It made me irritated and angry but he looked sad and kept giving me glances which I acted like I wasn't aware of. It was a different apartment from the last one which came to me as a suprise. But what I didn't expect was to see a fur covered, energetic dog launch at me. It did occur to me to go back to the shelter and ask about her wellbeinh after I got out of the hospital but I always assumed she would have been adopted or have moved on without remembering who I was. The moment she saw me she barked loudly and ran to me, wagging her tail. She remembered me, and that made me so warm and happy inside. I spent the next few minutes sitting there on the floor of Luka's studio apartment recieving her licks and hugs and reciprocating her love with my belly rubs and hugs. It took a while before she went on to greet Luk
Life was slowly and steadily returning to normal. Did I cry alot after that phone call with Luka? Yes. Did I fight the urge to go to him and be sure he is okay concerning the pregnancy bombshell I dropped on him? Yes. Did I think he'll show up after that night and actually accept responsibility to apologize for the way every thing turned out? Again Yes. But he didn't. Somehow, whatever I said to him must have resounded with him because he stayed away just as I asked. And it took a while but I took a day at a time. I showed up to classes, I smiled when it was necessary and went to as much of the freshers parties I could go to while my therapist tried to make sure I didn't loose my mind. Day in day out, I told myself that now that I have confronted Luka with all the hurt and the pain, I didn't need to see him again and I was happy that he didn't show off so why was he here now and why did I feel the familiar warmth and twinge in my chest that was usually there whenever I was near h
LUKAKnowledge isn't always power, it's sometimes pain. The kind that has you buckled over like you were kicked in the nuts. Nothing about this all consuming pain makes knowing about everything feel powerful. l feel powerless. With no single idea on how to fix this. My eyes burn and my wrist hurts from drawing and painting all day today. I also felt weak all over. When I drove down to Bella's dorm room last night all that was going on in my head was that I needed it not to be true. That there was a way out, a slim ray of hope that still gives me a redeemable chance but it had turned out to be the opposite of that. Not only had the details of what happened over the one year that I had stormed into my dad's office to get, found out to be true there were also more. Like a baby, a child between Bella and I that had miscarried. So much has happened, and I have no idea how I'm going to fix it. I haven't slept in almost 72hours. From the flight down home, to the flight back to going to
BELLA"Who is there?" I snapped. The loud noise coming from the person banging at the door repeatedly and forcefully echoed around my little room. "Who is there?" I called out even louder than earlier and was met with no response, just continuous, loud, pounding on the door. I thought about ignoring the person since they didn't answer me, and also because it was too late at night to be calling on someone since it was raining heavily. I grabbed my phone, "if you're not going to answer, I'm calling Campus security." The knocks and pounding stopped for a while after my threat and I heard the person curse out loudly in a strange language that wasn't totally foreign to me, since I knew the accent. Before I could come up with a solution, the loud knocks continued. I opened the door intent on giving the person a piece of my mind if it was who I thought it was and I was right. It was Luka. He was standing there soaking wet from the rain with his teeth chattering from cold and his eyes re
LUKAI woke up with an insane need to vomit and shot out of the tiny bed, searching with my eyes for the nearest toilet before I did it all over the floor. I barely made it to the toilet bowl before I found myself puking all over the cramped toilet floor. I puked and puked till I started to retch and my entire body felt weak and tired. Where the fuck am I and how did I get there? I lay back down on the cold floor, a little farther from the mess I just made but close to the toilet seat, and rubbed my head trying to remember bits and pieces from last night. It was the same thing from the last few days. I went out to drink, then Dylan joined me and the night ended with me drinking to stupour basically.I looked around the room, the toilet floor did look clean and I had zero energy to lift my body up right now anyway. The patterns on the floor of the toilet were faded like it had been scrubbed off due to use. From my position on the floor I couldn't see past a flowery pattern shower c
BELLA"I ran into Luka at school." I tried to make my declaration as unimportant as possible so that my mom wouldn't be alarmed or throw a fit and I must have succeeded because she didn't say anything. She was putting away the groceries and if not for the slight pause in her movements I would have thought she didn't hear me. "Ma, did you hear me?" I asked just to be sure. "It's been more than two weeks now why are just telling me?" My mouth opened on its own when she said that. "How...how did you know?" I managed to stammer out. "Are you having me followed?" I chuckled at the question, "nah, we don't have enough money for that." "Seriously mum, how did you know?" "Why else did you put your head on my laps and was crying some weeks ago? And what else could be the reason behind you moping? The only reason you're telling me now, is because you're moving to the dorms tomorrow." Wow. Nothing ever passed by this woman. Nothing. As in Zilch, Zero, Nada. "Just because I didn't say a
LUKAI threw my bag to the floor and fell on the couch like a sack of potatoes before sighing loudly. Sam, who when she heard the door open ran up to me wagging her tail in excitement followed me now to the couch and I stretched to pat her on the head. It did make me feel good everytime I walked in and there was always someone excited to see me. I barely had any time to think about my sad life and everything that happened today; from seeing Bella earlier to her running away, to me going back to school to finish up some school work to coming back home.But I know that I'm tired, very much so. I really think it's more mental exhaustion than physical. I guess I deserved this cold treatment but it didn't mean that it didn't hurt cause it hurts like a bitch. I got up and trudged to the fridge to get a bottle of water and the moment the cold liquid entered my stomach in protest it grumbled. I haven't eaten anything almost all day. I opened the fridge to search for something I could eat