Blinking my eyes I slowly wake up. I'm lying on the floor on top of something. Groaning I glance over to see Lucas is asleep behind me. I'm lying on top of his arm and his other is secured around my middle. We are still on the floor. After my break down last night I'm guessing I must have cried myself to sleep. Not wanting to wake him I slowly remove his arm and quietly as I can get up. Once I'm standing I make my way into the bathroom.
Glass is covering all of the floor and sink. There's nothing left of the mirror. Remembering about my hand I peek down to see the dried blood cover it.
I'm in my bare feet and there no way I'm going to be able to clean it. Turning around I quietly walk past Lucas and open my door. I walk to the closest bathroom down the hall and switch on the light.
It's the same shape as mine inside except the bath is more straight where mine is more round.
Walking to the sink I turn on the tap and wash my hands. The sink turns pink and I lift my hand to inspect the damage. I can see the glass is stuck inside and I'm pretty sure I need stitches.
Turning off the water I grab a hand towel and wrap it up.
I leave the bathroom and head downstairs towards the kitchen. It doesn't look like the sun is up yet so it must be late or early hours in the morning.
Entering the kitchen I stop when I see Thomas standing looking out the window.
He's in a causal top and joggers. This is the first I've ever saw him in something other than his suits.
He catches my eyes on the reflection on the window.
Turning around without saying a word and walks over to me.
"Let me see." he says nodding his head towards my hand.
" It's fine."I manage to say my voice hoarse from the screaming and crying last night.
"Keira, please." he says looking at me.
Giving him my hand he unwraps the towel.
"Give me a minute." he tells me before walking away out the kitchen.
I walk over the to the coffee pot and see it's full. Huh, Thomas must have no been able to sleep either.
Pouring myself one I sit at the kitchen island looking out the window.
I'm not waiting long before Thomas comes walking back in holding a first aid kit.
Taking the seat beside me he lifts my hand and places it on the table. He grabs what looks like tweezers
"I'll try and be careful but it's going to hurt."
I don't answer but instead, nod my head.
I try to ignore the pain as he starts pulling the glass out from between knuckles.
"Your going to need stitches." he tells me.
"I figured." I mutter.
Once he's finished he pours some ointment on it that's stings like a motherfucker.
Grabbing the bandage he starts wrapping it up.
"It will do the now but you are going to have to go to the hospital. " scoffing I tell him.
"I'm not going to hospital."
He sighs before letting go and he begins to pack everything up.
" It's going to need stitches Keira, you going to have to go, please don't argue with me on this." he says quietly.
I stand up and move to the window looking outside. Dawn is approaching and I can see the birds chippering and beginning to fly.
"I think I need to go home for a bit." I announce to him.
Turning around I cross my arms and give Thomas my full attention.
"I need to go back, Thomas. I need to make things right between me and him. I can't leave it like that. I have a horrible feeling something is going to go wrong if I don't. I'll come back I just need to go home for a while."
Thomas shakes his head before outright telling me.
"No."
"No? What the fuck you mean no." I ask.
"Keira language and your not going back that's final." he says trying to dismiss me.
"I wasn't asking. I'm going" I tell him.
Thomas stops what he's doing before looking directly at me.
"Keira I understand you're emotional after last night but under no circumstances I'm allowing you to return there. You're just about to start college and your mums planning a holiday-"
"Fuck the holiday. I couldn't give two monkeys fuck right now". I interrupt him
" I'm eighteen you can't tell me what to do. I want to go home but I will come back."
I jump back as he He bangs his fist in the table and shouts.
"This is your home Keira!." His face is thunderous and Thomas who's usually calm and collected Has lost his temper. He takes a deep breath calming Himself before talking again.
"You maybe eighteen but under my roof you live by what I say and I'm saying no. Me and your mother has worked to hard to get you to where you are now. I'm not allowing your emotions to take over and go running to a place that has nothing for you."
Staring daggers at Thomas I go to speak but he interrupts me Holding up his hand.
"Don't. I will not change my mind on this Keira."
"You can't tell me what to do you are not my father." I shout.
"No your right I'm not your father because your father was a piece of shit. Who didn't care about you. He never did he's not the saint you paint him out to be." He hollers back.
I stare at Thomas in shock. Trying to show him his words never just sliced right through me I March past him leaving the kitchen.
"Keira-"
"Fuck you." I shout and stride towards the stairs.
Running up I'm almost at my room when the door opens revealing a shirtless Lucas.
Walking past him I go over to my wardrobe and pull out my suitcase. Thomas can't tell me what to do. I'm leaving and he can fuck himself.
"What are you doing." Lucas sighs closing my
Room Door and locking it.
"What does it look like Sherlock." I sarcastically answer.
"Your not leaving."
Flinging my clothes hard into my case I throw my hands up in the air.
"See you and your father need to stop thinking you both can tell me what to do. I want to go home" I tell him turning back to head into the wardrobe.
Lucas marches behind me gripping my arm turning me around.
"Lucas I'm not in the mood for this let me go." I say with anger in my voice.
"No." he bites out through gritted teeth.
Looking him right in the eye I tell him.
" I'm warning you. Let. Me. Go. " I can't handle anymore. After what those said to me I'm so close to screaming, shouting, or crying.
He brings his face closer to mine Are lips almost touching. My breath slows down and I feel my body calming .
Idontwanttobefuckingcalm.
"I want to ask you one question. If you tell me the truth I will walk out that door and you won't see me again."
I narrow my eyes at him. I'll tell him what ever the fuck he wants to know so long as he leaves me alone.
"What is it..?"
"When Scott told you that you loved me why didn't you deny it.?"
I try to blank my features from him. Out of all the questions to ask why does he want to know this.? It's not going to change anything.
"He's angry he doesn't know what he's talking about." I try to lie.
"I asked you not to lie Keira." he says his tone irritated.
He still hasn't moved from his position.
His breath is touching my lips and I can feel every word he says.
"I don't know." I declare
He's starting to look more angry.
Your lying." he sneers at me.
"Prove it" I sneer right back.
I don't even blink and Lucas's lips crash on mine. This isn't a romantic kiss. There is so much hate and anger that we are both taking it out on each other.
Grabbing me from my hips he lifts me and pushes me against the wall.
I pull his hair as he growls and bites my lip. I moan into his mouth. I drag my nails along his back Lucas squeezes my backside before ripping his mouth off mine.
He lays his head to mine before gazing into my eyes.
"You are mine. I'm done waiting." Manoeuvering me over he lays me down in the bed. He throws my suitcase on the floor.Peeling off my clothes, he strips himself before laying on top of me. I feel myself slipping and I'm about to stop this, but before I do Lucas grabs my chin.
"Nothing else tonight, just you and me princess." he lowers his mouth and his lips press mine.
I don't let myself think I just feel. I lift my arms grab his face and just let Lucas care for me for just one fucking moment.