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Is this what you call love?

Narumi

Five Thousand Club
Luna woke up that morning. She was a small young girl who lived with her boyfriend, her boyfriend was handsome and dreamy yet she was terrified of him, he had an extremely scary temper and had been abusing her for quite some time now. She sat up slowly and fingered her bruises that were visible on her arms and neck, she whined.
 
Luke turned over in bed, threw one of his broad arms over Luna and breathed deeply. When Luna moved, he woke up, irritated. "Stop whining, Luna. It's annoying. I didn't hurt you that bad." He sat up and draped his arm over her shoulder, smiling. "Now, where's my breakfast, huh? You know how I like it."
 
Luna instantly stopped and then jumped to her feet, going downstairs and getting him breakfast quietly. She made him his favourite breakfast, and then went upstairs with it on a tray, her legs shaking ever so slightly. She places it on his lap. "Here you go" she mumbles.
 
"Thanks, babe. You're amazing." He laughs, then starts eating. "What? You ain't gonna eat anything? I knew you were crazy, but not stupid." He continued to eat. "By the way, you never gave me my kiss this morning. What did I tell ya about that?"
 
Luna shrugs and then quietly sits down beside him. She cups his face in her hands and then kisses him gently, wondering how he would react or whether he would get angry for her forgetting like the last time.
 
Luke smirked and returned the kiss, his fingers threading through Luna's hair gently. "That's much better. Anyway, your parents called yesterday while you were at work. They wanted to know why you haven't called. I told them that you'd call back later." His grin spread as his lips touched her neck. "If they ask you to come over, you're wearing that long sleeve shirt and jeans, got it?"
 
Luna nods slowly and then sighs very quietly. She didn't want to wear her long sleeved shirt or trousers and she but her lip to try and stop herself from crying. She didn't argue about it and then went towards the dressers and began to get out the clothing he ordered her to wear. She then slowly crept into the bathroom and changed, she stripped from her nightdress and slowly examined her bruises and scars that covered her stomach, back and other inches of her body.
 
(I'm terrible at being the bad guy.)


Luke waited for a long time, getting impatient. "Luna, you've been in the bathroom for a long time. Are you alright, dear?" His grin spread from ear to ear. "You have to stop looking at them or they'll never go away."
 

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