My mom had said the same thing and that same pain goes through my body when Lucas says it too.
Same pain. Same hurt.
Same shame.
“So things are going to change now,” he continues.
“What?”
He stares at me for a few seconds. “You want me back and I’m willing to work with you. But I need something in return.”
“In r-return?”
“Yes.” He jerks his chin at me. “That thing between your legs.”
“What?”
He smirks. “You open those legs for me and I’m yours.”
I take a step back. “Lucas —”
“It shouldn’t be hard though, right? You fucking kissed my best friend like the back -stabbing bitch you are. Knowing what it would do to our relationship,knowingthat you were ruining everything. This should be a piece of cake for a slut like you.”
Tears are streaming down my cheeks. “Lucas, please.”
“You let me fuck you like the slut you are,” he says, his voice low and derogatory. “And I’m all fucking yours, baby.”
A tiny sob escapes me. “I’m so sorry, Lucas. I’m…”
“As pretty as your apology is, I’m not really interested in that,” he says, coldly. “And if all you’re going to do is cry in front of me, then I think we’re done here. Because I’m itching for a fuck and you’re killing my boner.”
And then he’s leaving.
He’s walking away and I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know how to stop him. What to say to him to make him stop hating me.
What to do to fix everything.
And I just…
I just want Reign now.
And it’s as if by magic, by this weird telepathy that we have, he appears in front of me.
Much like he did the other night when I wanted him to be close.
“What the…” he says, taking my tears in. “What the fuck happened?”
I stare up at his blurry face. “He…”
His jaw clenches. “What the fuck did he do? Whatthe fuckdid he say to you?”
“N-nothing. He…”
Breathing sharply, he shifts on his feet. “I’m gonna fucking kill him.”
When it looks like he’s going to go in search of Lucas and probably do the same thing to him that he did to Brad, I grab his t-shirt.