Runaway
Author: Lacey Raine

Chapter 15
Jonah

 Oh my God.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! I'd never been so happy. I fell asleep with Luke's chest pressed up against my back and his arms around my waist. Just before he went to sleep, he kissed the back of my neck. "Night, babe," He whispered.

"Night, Lukey bear," I replied, snuggling against him and letting myself drift off to sleep.

Luke woke up before me- he wasn't in bed when I sat up. I could here him whistling over the roaring sound of the hoover in the living room. I swung my legs out of bed, put on my jeans and walked into the other room. Luke had his back facing to me and was wiggling his hips in time to the song on the radio. I smiled and crept up behind him. "That's a really sexy dance, stud muffin," I put my arms around his waist from behind, making him jump.

"Jonah! Don't!" He laughed.

"Oh go on, sexy bum, it's fun," I kissed him on the cheek. He flicked the vaccum cleaner off and grabbed my hand and twirled me under his arm.

"You''re a cheeky bastard, aren't you?" He teased.

"It's one of my many likeable qualities," I said.

"Hey, I was thinking," Luke said, giving me a quick squeeze. "Maybe we should have a night out tonight? I mean, I know it ended up well, but we both had a stressful night last night. Something to calm us both down a bit?"

"Sure," I said. "But... I don't think I wanna drink. Because I have bad experiences with alcohol..."

"That's fine, sweetie pops," He kissed my forehead. "I don't usually drink myself."

"Looking forwards to it," I said giving him a cuddle.

For once in my life, I was happy.

Luke took me to his local bar. We sat in a booth by the window together. I was drumming my fingers on the table, waiting for Luke, who was in the bathroom. "Zak?" A voice behind me said. "Zak Sudden?" Shit, shit, shit... I turned around.

"Oh. Hi, Cory," I sighed in relief. Cory Cliff (who's real name I couldn't remember) was another one of Blain's lads. He was twenty-one, just two years younger than Blain himself, but I could tell he was as scared of Blain as I was. "What're you doing here?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing," He sat opposite me. "Hey, is what Blain was saying true? He said you'd done a runner..." I ducked my head and blushed.

"He... he didn't hurt you, did he?" I asked, apologetically.

"It's like you don't even know him at all," Cory laughed. Something struck me suddenly.

"Fuck! Cory, Blain isn't with you, is he?" I said, my heart jumping against my ribs.

"No, no," He shook his head. "He let me come down here this weekend. My Aunt Stephanie's ill."

"Oh, thank God," I said, relieved.

"Yeah, I'd be glad if I were you as well," He told me. "He went nuts that first night you went. Kicked the shit out of me and Josh... Byron. He was convinced we had something to do with it."

"Sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to get you in trouble. I just... Cory..."

"It's Elliot. And I know yours is Jonah," He corrected.

"Elliot. I'm seventeen," I said. "I... I should be worrying about my A levels and freaking about whether or not I'll get in a decent college. Not constantly looking over my shoulder and being raped and pimped out by the guy who calls himself my boyfriend. I couldn't take any more."

"I get it," He nodded. "So... where're you staying now, then?"

"With this guy I met up with," I said. "He lives in the flats on the other side of town."

"Oh. Well listen, I gotta go," He said. "Maybe see you around?"

"Yeah. See you," I watched Cory- Elliot- walk away and out of the bar.

 

 

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