I'm finally home.
After hours of testing and been questioned I was allowed to come back. I never told them who
It was. I can't talk right. I'm not in Foucs of my body, I'm there but at the same time I'm not. Everything feels different now. Imaging growing up in a rough neighbourhood where crime is high. Yet nothing bad ever happened to me.
I moved to a high school were there is hardly crime yet I was hurt. I'm refusing to say I was hurt bad. They got a good jump on me. For all there punches and kicks they hardly did damage to my body. My face is the worst. Standing in my bathroom looking in the mirror I see black bruising over my eye. My lip is swollen and I have a a scar in my eyebrow. Fucking dicks. Taking in my features it's as if I've aged overnight. I'm not longer the sad girl who hasn't been right in weeks. I'm Keira Campbell and I'm about to rain hell on those bully's the likes they have never seen. I have a purpose now. I know Charles's father is a judge. It's one of the many reasons I never said anything yet. I have a feeling If I told them they would try and take matters in there own hands. It's not there place. I'm going to make them pay. I need to. I can't let them hurt me again. I hate bully but rapists? No I refuse to say that I wasn't raped. I chant that in my head
Over and over again. Shaking my head I make my way out the bathroom into my room. I got home a couple of hours ago and came straight up to my room. The doctor gave me painkillers and said to take them every four hours. I hate tablets. It's a drug of choice in Scotland. I never take them but since I've came here i don't seem to be going a day without anything. Thomas and Lucas have asked me over and over again who done it. I won't tell. I don't need them to know. It's bad enough they seen me like that. Lucas has not left my side and if I'm being truthful with myself I didn't want him to. Going through an experience like that has put things into Prospective for me. I will Not be a victim.
Getting into my bed I pull the blanket over me and stare at the ceiling. I don't know much time passes but eventually there's a knock on my door.
"Come in." I say in soft voice.
The door opens and mum steps in. Giving me a weak smile she closes the door and makes her way to my bed before sitting down.
She looks drained and so tired. Her Usual flawless
Looking skin seems dry and it's as if she hasn't slept in months.
We both don't talk. She just looks at me.
I don't want to hate my mum. Deep down I want the mother daughter bond I've seen with other people. I wish I could let it go.
"How are you feeling.? She asks me.
Waving my hand I reply.
"I'm fine mum."
Pressing her lips in a thin line I can see the worry on her features.
"I was going to make some soup and bring it to you." She says. " but if you don't want that I can get the chef to whip up anything you want." Her voice is quite. She's trying. Taking a breath I look at her and say.
"Mum I'm fine. You don't have to worry. Give me a few days and I'll be right back to normal."
"You don't look fine baby" she sighs."you've been through a traumatic experience. You don't have to keep it In Keira. I'm here for you, we all are baby."
Tears well in my eyes but I don't say anything.
"Could you do me one favour" I ask her. After time passes.
"Sure anything." She says surprise coating her Features.
"Could you sing for me." I blurt out. Mum used to sing to me when I was small. I've missed that.
"If you don't want to..?"
"No I will." She jumps in before I can finish. I can see the emotion on her face. I haven't asked her to sing for me since I was a child. Taking off her shoes mum comes into the bed beside me. Using her right hand to play with my hair she starts to sing. A small smile plays on my lips. It's been years since I heard her sing. Mums got an Amazing Voice. I missed this.
Closing my eyes I'm almost asleep before I say something to her I haven't said in years.
"I love you mum."
She stops singing I think I might have shocked her.
"I love you to my girl." She says before singing the last few notes and I drift off.
I can feel someone shaking me. I'm in the middle of the best sleep I've had in years and someone's disturbing it.
"Get up."
"Fuck off." I mumble. I try and pull the blanket back up.
"You have been in here for days, I have took the day off work. So the least you can do is get up and accompany me for the day."
I'm getting more awake and now more angry.
"Go away I'm tired." I say through gritted teeth.
Not hearing anything else I think I might be getting what I want. I feel the bed dip slightly and a soft pair of lips brush my ear.
Goosebumps break out and I freeze. I don't talk or move. Hell I don't even breath.
"Get. Up. Bird." Lucas whispers in my ear.
"Don't call me that." I say as I turn around with my fist ready to punch him. Before I can he grabs wrist and holds it.
"Uh uh uh no hitting first rule of the day." He tells me with a smile covering his lips.
Staring in his eyes I try for a snarky come back but I'm to distracted. Pulling my eyes away I notice he's wearing a black vest and my mouth goes dry.
He's got a tattoo on his shoulder that comes all the way down his Bicep. It's black and has a pattern of what I'm not sure. Lifting my eyes slowly up I take in the curve of his neck. His Adam's apple bobs and he has a few days worth of grow covering his face. Lucas is stunning. I've always thought that but I won't admit it to anyone. Not even to my self.
Looking back up to his eyes he's staring at me with a look I don't want to acknowledge.
Cleaning my throat. I rip my eyes away and say.
"Okay I'm up what do you want."
Letting my wrist go he gets off the bed before turning round and given me his back. Hearing him take a breath he says.
"Get up we have plans today and lucky for you, you're coming with me." Groaning I say.
"Why I don't want to."
"You have Ten minutes or I'm coming to dress you myself. Sitting in this room ain't going to make you better princess. Get up."
"Don't call me princess." I grit out.
Turning around to face me again. Raising an eyebrow he smirks before saying.
"Would you rather bird.?"
Scrunching my nose up at him I give him the finger before getting out the bed.
"I would rather you didn't call me anything but don't call me bird." I tell him crossing my arms over my chest.
Lucas doesn't say anything. He's staring at me. Looking down at myself I just now realise I'm wearing a vest and small shorts. He has a good Veiw of my breasts and I'm not wearing a bra. Unfortunately it's cold and my nipples are poking through.
The vest is sitting above my belly button showing off my pricing on my navel. With his eyes on my body like this I take a deep breath. My body has always had a reaction to Lucas. My brain on the other hand...
"Oi." I half yell. Snapping my fingers.
Pulling his eyes up to my face he doesn't give nothing away.
"Eyes up her buddy. Give me ten and I'll be ready." I say before rushing to the bathroom and shutting the door. After an attack like I suffered you would think my body would hate a man looking at me. It does but unfortunately it doesn't get the memo with Lucas. In my defence he is Gorgeous but I can't go there. Going to the mirror I see my face is flushed. The bruising hopefully kept my reaction to myself. It would be so much worse if he knew my body had a reaction to him.
"Stupid hormones." I mutter before jumping in the shower and getting ready to spend the day with my enemy.