I've been debating for a while now whether I should upload this or not so what the hell. WARNING:Major Lemon
Luke's POV
Atlanta's POV
Thoughts
'Of all the stupid things I've done in my life; that had to be the stupidest. I mean, how dumb could I have been to go through with that. I just knew that it wouldn't end well... so why did I do it?'
I've been lying here for the past week rerunning that question in my mind, rerunning that moment; the pain, the tears, the broken promises; whilst staring up the blank ceiling trying to ignore the pain, both physical and mental.
I'm back to the place I once called home; Camp Half-blood; hidden away for fear of being seen. I'm meant to be dead. I died almost two years back; the last casualty of the second titan war. I took my life to protect the ones that I loved. I was the saviour of Olympus, the child of the prophecy. Percy may have been the 'the half-blood of the eldest Gods' but I was the one whose soul was reaped and it was decision that either saved or destroyed Olympus. I'm still called a traitor and a liar. I guess they are telling the truth.
'I ain't an angel, I may have done some bad things, let me rephrase that, I mean really bad things, but I ain't the devil either. I'm not saying I deserve their forgiveness but I just want to get on with my life and try to dismiss what I've done. No, that's wrong. I don't want forget what I've done, just move on from it and learn from where I went wrong...'
I closed my eyes. This was getting boring now. I've been through that whole conversation with myself already today and the day before and the day before that and, well, I could go back through the whole time I've been here; that being thirteen days, five hours and forty-six minutes, not like I've been counting. I was bored out of my mind. I couldn't take it anymore. The pain in my arm was making me go crazy; the fever caused by the infection was making me delirious. I keep seeing things; I'm not sure if they're memories or hallucinations.
'Thirteen days, five hours and forty- seven minutes...damn it...'
I opened my eyes and groaned. Someone was coming, probably with the next round of meds. I groaned again. At least it wasn't Chiron, I could tell that much; there wasn't the sound of hooves hitting the wooden floorboards. That meant it was probably Argus. I groaned for a third time. A third thing was making me go crazy, the fact that I am in isolation. At least Chiron talked to me even though it was going on about my future. In short, I had none. I rolled over on to my right side, the side where I didn't stab myself. 'Again, stupid.' The door opened, I stole a look to see if I was right. I almost fell out of the bed with surprise.
'Thirteen days, five hours and forty- eight minutes...'
I've spent the last two years in Tartarus paying for my crimes. I had listened to giants and titans baying for my blood. Thinking about her had kept me going.
Chiron had told that I repeatedly talked in my fever sleeps, often about her. I bit my lip. I remembered how I had betrayed and let her down.
In that brief glimpse I had noticed a few things. Her hair had grown, which could be expected, but there were a few surprising changes. She'd pierced her left eyebrow, her eyes seemed to have changed colour and, if I wasn't mistaken, she'd dyed her hair a darker shade of red. She was also looking very uncomfortable and depressed, which was also kinda expected as well, and finally she'd lost weight. She'd never been concerned about her weight; she'd been just as she had wanted, but now she just looked sick.
'Thirteen days, five hours and forty- nine minutes...surely she would have left camp by now, turn her back on it like...' I choked on the thought 'like...I did to her...'
I fought back the tears. Seeing her just reminded me how much I wanted her back in my arms. I yearned for the feel of her alabaster skin under my hand, the smell of her hair when we hugged, and her taste when we kissed. I closed my eyes. I couldn't take it anymore. I'd tried to put her out of my mind; I tried to reduce the fourth pain: the absence in my heart. I suddenly knew how she'd been feeling these past two years, only worse.
It was Atlanta; my Atlanta; my beautiful Atlanta...
I couldn't believe I was doing this. How had Chiron persuaded me to be here? He had no right. He had betrayed and lied to me, just like I was just another camper, but still...I hadn't managed to let go. Everywhere I went and everything I did reminded me of him. I could barely sleep. I was just moving on when...BANG! He was back in my life again. Back to needing me as if nothing had ever happened. I hated him for it; I loved him for it.
He was sleeping when I looked over, or at least pretending to be. I sighed. I placed the box I was carrying down and stood looking over him. He had been my fallen angel, I'm not sure if he is now.
I looked away and turned round. I wanted nothing to do with him; I wanted everything to do with him. My heart and mind fought each other for control over my feelings. My heart saying love him; my mind saying leave him. I made my choice on what to listen to and I walked away...
It was getting late. The sun was starting to sink over Half-Blood Hill, Thalia's pine stood silhouetted at the crest. I pretended to be asleep. I didn't want to talk to her. It would be too painful.
I heard Atlanta walk over to the window and the sound of curtains drawing. The sound of footsteps followed. She came and perched on the edge of the bed. I took a deep breath. I could sense the cool feel of her fingers as they brushed against my burning forehead. She brushed my bangs out of my closed eyes. "Please don't leave me again. I couldn't take it a second time." She moved her hand away from my face. I felt like crying; even after all that I'd put her through, she still loved me.
I opened my eyes. She had turned her head away to stay at the opposite wall; she'd placed both her hands in her lap. She took one last look around the room, but not at me, and prepared to leave. She'd come to see me, persuaded Chiron to let her, I wasn't letting her go that easily. I reached out and took her hand in mine. She turned round to face me. "Luke...," she breathed with a weak smile. I returned it with a weak smile of my own. I pulled her down to lie next to me, to my surprise, she let me. I looked into her eyes; once greener than a forest after a storm had now turned silvery like the moon and once round pupils now vertical slits. I blinked, confused. I'd ask her later. She looked into my blue eyes back. They too had once been a different colour; cornflower blue rather than almost black.
It felt like she was staring into my soul; all my secrets and hidden dreams all at her disposal. I pulled her in closer and kissed her. Hesitant at first, but gradually, she kissed my back with equal passion and force. It brought back all the memories that I tried to bury for the past few weeks: when I first met her back when I was nine, the time I carried her back to during to camp after my quest, our first kiss on the beach, the time she stayed with me all night when I was ill and had varicella, all the times she supported me. She was always there when I needed her and...I let her down...
His were lips gentle against mine; his arms were strong around me. He was rarely forceful, just protectively caring. He had nearly always been considerate towards my feelings. He hardly ever did anything I didn't agree with. I fought against everything that my mind was telling me to do, to pull away and leave him, and gave into my heart, to accept him and call him mine. I held him close until he pulled away, even then I would never let him go again...
'Shit, Chiron's coming.' I pulled back; Atlanta broke off and immediately wrapped her arms around my chest. I held her close before saying that I heard Chiron coming. She whispered she didn't care. I breathed her in. That was two things down on my list of what missed about her; her taste and her smell, just one left. I sighed as the door opened. Atlanta pulled away slightly to look. Chiron stood in the door way looking accusingly at her. She let go of me and swung her legs of the bed. "I'm not going to stop you." We stared at him. "I don't really mind as long you remember you've got a job to do..." He looked at Atlanta. "...and it doesn't get too physical." He looked at me when he said that. 'Like I'd be able to go that far,' I scoffed. He walked out the room, leaving us alone.
I tried to sit up, but Atlanta held me down. I got the message: stay still. I obeyed. She stood up and walked back over to where she'd placed the box that she'd brought with her. She took out two tablets and handed them to me. "The pink one is a painkiller and the blue one is an anti-inflammatory, I think. It might be the other way round though." She laughed nervously and avoided my eye. I took them. They tasted like death, and believe me; I know what that tastes like. She said something but I didn't catch it. I raised my eyebrows. She said it again: "Take your shirt off". I looked at her. "I have to change your bandages." I complied. It hurt like Hades and it obviously showed. Atlanta whispered an apology into my ear before proceeding to change the bandage on my left arm. Her blood red hair fell into her eyes as she worked. I brushed them away for her with my left hand. "Thanks" she murmured, without looking up.
I tried not to look at my arm but focused on her face instead. Concentration and worry was etched across her defined features. She may not have had the most fullest of features but she was still beautiful to me.
The pain from by arm was over whelming, even though Atlanta was being as gentle as she could. I winced as she finished applying the sterilized bandages. "Done," she breathed. I was sweating from the pain. I tried to retrieve my shirt but she took it out of my reach. I looked at her, puzzled, she grinned. "But Chiron said..."
"Damn it Luke! When did you ever follow the rules?"
She dropped my shirt and walked back over to me. She sat down on the edge of the bed before lying back down. I pulled her on top of me. She felt cool against my feverish skin. She placed her hands on my shoulders and lent down to kiss me again. My lips brushed against hers before kissing properly. I placed my hands on her neck before slowing moving them down her body. The smooth feel of her skin was brief as my hands continued their journey. I stopped at her hips. I needed to feel more. I moved my hands back up, under her Camp T-shirt; still not enough. Atlanta pulled away as if realising my problem. She sat back up before removing her top, we were totally ignoring Chiron. Her smooth alabaster skin was only interrupted by her contrasting black lace bra and the scar Ladon gave her when she was fifteen, seeing it now made me feel sick; another time I should have been there to save her.
She smiled. We kissed. I completed my list of what I missed about her. I held her to me with my arm around her waist. My other hand crept up her back. My fist closed on the back of her bra. I can tell you something about what happened next, undoing your girlfriend's (if she still is mine) bra one handed and eyes closed is hard, especially since you haven't tried for over three years. She pulled back as soon as I had undone the first clip. She took my wrists in her hands and led them away. I tried to make my expression pained at the lost opportunity, but it probably didn't look it because she laughed. I couldn't help but grin at the sound.
Gods I had missed this, just being in his presence made me feel calmer and forget about everything that didn't include him. His now venerable body was burning hot under my touch. My mind was telling me stop and let go, but I couldn't. Even it was giving in to his charismatic attitude. I had stopped listening to it ages ago, I didn't care what anyone else thought, and all that mattered was me and him.
"You never did take things slowly after that first time."
He pulled his wrists from my grasp, "And there is nothing wrong with that," before placing them on my chest. He started to massage my breasts through my bra. I tried to stifle a moan as he put pressure on my nipples. He looked up at me giving me that knowing look. I smirked at him, pretending it didn't bother me. I blew it though when he repeated the action, twice as slow. I moaned in ecstasy and he planted his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and rediscovered everything about him...
It was nearing eleven. I let Atlanta get off me and lie next to me. She turned round so that she could bury her face in my chest. I smiled and stroked her hair. I felt better than I had in a long time.
"You may look different but you're still my Atlanta." She looked up. "Why, Atlanta? Why the changes?"
She placed her head back onto my chest.
"Thalia talked me into it. She said that I'd look good with one. I only agreed when she promised she'd wear only pink for a whole day. I've grown quite attached to it now." She fiddled with the piercing. I brought my face down to the top of her head.
"I'm talking about the weight loss." She flinched and remained silent. Ultimately, she spoke: "I hoped you wouldn't notice."
"It's kinda hard to miss, Atlanta. You've never been concerned before..."
"And I'm not now." She sighed. "Look, Artemis contacted me in a dream saying that I should accept her and her huntresses..."
"And did you?" She snapped her head back to look me in the eye.
"What do you think?"
"Erm... no?"
"Right," she sighed again, "and if you stop interrupting me, I'll continue." I shut up. "She also said that, if she could look past her own stubbornness, I could join the hunt." I couldn't believe it. I couldn't even begin to imagine it. Atlanta; my girlfriend (?); a huntress of Artemis. No, that would never happen. I held her close, not wanting to let her join.
"Obviously, I declined." I let out a breath that I had been unconsciously holding. "I guess I've been pushing myself harder than normal and skipping too many meals."
"Promise me you'll stop." She looked up and kissed me.
"I promise..."
There was a pause. "Atlanta?" She looked up, still fiddling with her piercing. "Atlanta, could you clear something up for me?" She nodded slightly. "Are you still my girlfriend?"
She laughed and punched my arm. "You can be really thick at times!" Unfortunately, it was the same arm she'd just put the replacement bandage on and it was still a bit sore. I winced (okay maybe I groaned a little) upon contact. She looked at me blankly before realising. She gasped and wrapped her arms around my neck, repeatedly whispering 'sorry' in my ear. "Please don't hit me." Her voice was timid and afraid.
I wrapped her arms so I could breathe again and lifted her off of me. She lay beside me, cowering. I tucked part of her hair behind her ear. "Why would you say that?"
The reply that came was shaky as if she was trying to hold back tears. "It's just that before, if I did anything wrong, you'd hit me and shout." A tear spilled over her water line and I wiped it away with my thumb absentmindedly. If I thought about it, I did use to do that, I did use to hit her towards the end, and I did use to shout at her on a regular basis. If it had been the other way round I would have left her there and then, but she still loved me...oh gods, she didn't stay with me because she loved me, she stayed with me because she was scared what I'd do if she left.
I hugged her tightly to me. "I promise I'll never do anything like that again."
"You promise?"
"I promise..."
The moon was out and it shone through the window. I have to go. People will be suspicious of where I've been.
I slipped out under his grip and grabbed my shirt off the floor. I adjusted my bra and pulled my top over my head. I picked his shirt off the floor from where I had left it a few hours ago. I held it close to my face, taking in his unique sent (Not quite how I remembered it but then again I guess he hasn't had access to his aftershave for a while...to Hades with that probably hasn't have access to anything since he came back) before carefully folding it and placing it on his bedside table. I placed my lips against his forehead, cooler than it had been, stood up and left the room.
As soon as I was out the door, I sprinted down the stairs and almost ran in to Chiron. He held my arms and told me to slow down. I grinned before running out into the night. The night; my domain. I could see every detail of my surroundings as if it where day. I leant against the veranda before running back to my cabin to avoid the harpy patrol. I've been out this late before without getting caught but not when I've been this love drunk. I sighed before laughing as my feet pounded the frozen ground...
When I woke up, it was late morning. The curtains had been opened, my shirt placed on the table beside my bed. I was alone. Atlanta had left during the night. I smiled as I remembered; the sound of her voice, her breath on my face, the coolness of her skin against my fevered chest, everything that had happened in those few hours we were together. My smile turned into a grin and, before I knew it, I was laughing. I don't know why or what was so funny, but I couldn't stop.
Finally, I regained control and, for the first time in about two weeks ('yes, I've stopped counting!') I stood up. Shakily, admittedly, but I still was standing up. I grinned again. 'Thank you Atlanta, thank you.' I didn't know what to do now. I couldn't go down stairs or out, so nothing had really changed; I am still in isolation and thought of as a traitor. I sighed. I was back to that conversation in my head. ''Of all the...' Oh, shut up.' I walked round the room a few times to stretch my legs before sitting back down on the bed. I placed my head in my hands and stared at the floor. Now what was I going to do? 'Chiron's right. I do need to think about my future. It isn't here.' I signed, collapsed backwards on to the bed, and closed my eyes...
Why can't I stop thinking about him? Why can't I just forget him just for a moment...? All I can do is remember his arms around me; his body lying next to me; his lips against mine; his incredibly muscular chest... 'Damn it, Atlanta, focus, you're meant to be teaching archery not fantasising about...Mmm...Damn it...! Oh great, I almost hit Travis...he looks a lot like-, damn it!'
When I opened them, the room was considerably brighter. I guessed it was about mid-afternoon, maybe even late. I hadn't realise I was that tired. Someone had lifted my legs on to the bed so I was lying properly on it; 'Chiron.' He was standing at the foot of the bed, watching me. I sat up and noticed the tray of food on the table beside me. I suddenly realised that I famished. As I was eating, Chiron spoke: "I stayed up last night making sure Atlanta went back to her cabin safely." I looked up, but didn't say anything. "She didn't say anything, but she did look happier than she has done in a long time. You must have really helped her." I remained emotionless though I was beaming on the inside.
"She helped me too..." Chiron raised his eyebrows. "I haven't taken anything today and I feel better than if I had." I smiled.
"Well, if it helps, I could ask her to come back..." My eyes probably shone a million times brighter than usual, because Chiron smiled back at me. "I take that as a yes then?"
I nodded as I couldn't speak for my mouth was full. "I'll go get her then..." and with that, he left the room. I put the tray back onto the table, and lay back on the bed with my hands behind my head. I smiled. I'd been given permission to see her by Chiron, the very person that came up with the rule that campers of the opposite gender were not to be left alone in a cabin; what a privilege...
I was down at the archery range, trying to assure a first year that archery is perfectly safe when done properly even though I had almost shot Travis but my mind kept wandering back to last night, when Chiron asked me if I could see to 'the occurrence'. We couldn't speak about what had happened just refer to Luke as 'the occurrence'. I felt bad covering it up but this way I could him to myself. I agreed instantly and, as he led me to the big house, I turned my silver bow back it to my hair grip.
I glided silently up the staircase alone. It finally dawned on me. 'Oh Gods. This is it. This is what I've been hoping to happen for over two years.' I was listening to my heart completely now. My mind had surrendered to my eternal love for Luke.
I placed my hand on the door knob and knocked on the door...
I was still grinning when she knocked on the door. It opened to reveal her framed by the doorway. She smiled, "I was told that you wanted more."
I grinned, "I'm guessing that is your interpretation of what Chiron told you."
"Well, that was what I thought he was getting at."
She turned round to shut the door, so I decided to sneak up behind her. I got out of bed and removed my shirt. By the time she'd turned round, I had her pinned to the door. She opened her mouth to say something but I interrupted her by kissing her. She immediately kissed me back. I broke off to breathe and started to go back but Atlanta put her finger my lips. She took my hand and led me back to the bed. She let go of my hand and placed a chair under the door handle. I was confused at first then got it: she was blocking the door so we wouldn't be interrupted; 'clever'. She came back over to me. I quickly drew her into me and pulled her top over her head. I spun round so that I was bending over her whilst still standing up. I kissed and held her harder than I normally would. "Luke..." she warned. I stopped and dropped her onto the bed. I took a step back. We stayed like that for a few minutes; I was shocked at what I'd done, I'd done what I had sworn I'd never do again: hurt her.
Eventually, Atlanta stood up and came over to me. She put her arms around my neck and placed her forehead against my own. Our lips were less than an inch apart. I tried to make her let go but she was stronger than she looked. "It's okay." She kissed me gently, to try and get me back in the mood. It worked. I kissed her back.
We broke off and she raised her face up to the ceiling. I moved my lips down her neck. I felt her blood pulsing through her body. 'She'll become seriously horny in 3...2...1...now!' She groaned and pressed her body closer to me. I reached her shoulders. I started to caress it with my lips and teeth. She laughed as I gave her a hickey. 'That's going to be Hades to cover up. Oh well, it ain't my problem.' I looked up. She smiled. She buried her face in my neck and whispered "I love you." I ignored her.
I started to move my lips back to hers, but she beat me to it. She kissed me hard and I placed my hand on the back of her head, winding my fingers into her hair. She led my hands to the clip that held her hair in place. I unclasped it and let her fiery hair fall past her shoulders. I let it drop to the floor ignoring the fact that it had transformed into her bow.
She held on tight to my naked chest. I pulled her down to lie next to me on the bed. We were still kissing as I started to remove her shoes with my feet. We swung our legs on to the bed. We were so close; I could feel her body pressing into mine. She shifted her position and pressed her crotch tight up against the hard bulge in my pants. Even through a layer of cotton, two layers of denim and a layer of whatever she was wearing underneath, probably lace, I could feel that her pussy had become wet.
Eventually, we broke off, panting. "You want to fuck me don't you?" I said without thinking. She kissed me lightly on the forehead before letting go. I glanced at the clock. It was nearing seven. 'It can't really be that late, could it?'
I looked back over at Atlanta. My jaw dropped. She stood there in front of the window, full moon over her right shoulder, in just her black underwear, lace like I had predicted. "Well..." I got up as well and removed my jeans. When I turned back round she was sprawled across the bed in a way that I couldn't resist, one leg bent up, the other straight, arms outstretched either side of her body and her shoulder blades were back. She knew me too well. I grinned before pinning her to the bed, my knees pressing into her outer thighs and my hands on her wrists holding her arms by her head. We smiled as I brought my face closer to hers. I kissed her and let my tongue dance with hers. She was my super hot girlfriend who didn't care what I'd done. My hand grazed her bust and I let my instincts take over...
How I never want this moment to end. I'm half-naked kissing the man of my dreams who is virtually on top of me and he's the one who's not letting me go. If only this could be my life. Not my half existence.
He didn't know about what I had become outside off Camp. I have a job and an apartment in the city. I have a stable life. Now he'd thrown into the mix, I don't know what to do next. I just let him do what he wanted with me. I'd just go with it. I no longer cared. Who cares if I ended up ruining my life? I'd ruin it with him. He would never leave me; we'd been through so much together. I know I've said that once before, but this time things were different. He didn't wasn't under the pressure that he had before and I wasn't so stressed about him finding out about my secret that could have destroyed our relationship.
I was semi-conscious of my actions and of his that were removing our last items of clothing. I could barely hear the snap of my bra straps over the blood pounding in my ears. 'What I'm going to do tomorrow? Actually, who gives a merde?' He broke off and held his face above mine. He moved his face away and looked down. I giggled as his teeth grazed my nipples and his hand went around my waist. His other hand slid down my body and between my legs to draw them either side of him, I let him and wrapped them round him. He brought my hips up to meet his and I giggled again at the sensation that followed.
"Tight as the day I first fucked you, how is that possible, slut?" I took no notice of his language towards me. He'd promised he'd treat me better and I believed him. I put it down to raging emotions caused by my naked and slippery body.
His hand continued to move down my body and he started to massage my naked thigh that was pressing into his, his other he placed next to my chest. His dark blue eyes met mine and he smirked.
He brought his lips to my chest and started to explore my breasts with his mouth. He started to caress them with his teeth and nibble my nipples. It tickled and I giggled. I wound my fingers into his hair and traced his scar with my finger tips, he tensed up a bit but soon relaxed as he realised what I was doing. I threw my head back as he raised his up away from my now slightly redder chest and started to thrust his lower body into mine. I giggled for a fourth time as his lips travelled up my neck and he thrust again but harder. He kept resting his body on mine in-between and let me regain my breath; we'd done this so many times before that he knew how I felt when he enjoyed what he was doing to me, I had gotten used to it but when you haven't done it for three years it feels like your first time. The second thrust hurt more than the first but I didn't give a damn, I loved him too much and didn't care. He looked into my eyes again and whispered one word: "Ready" I shook my head and mouthed 'wait' to him. I was breathing heavily as he brushed his fingers impatiently where we joined, wanting me to reach my peak. My hands gripped the sheets hard in my fists, screaming softly, as I reached my first, and hopefully not last, organism of the night.
I nodded weakly and prepared myself for the third thrust that would be harder than the first two. I groaned and pressed my sweaty body to his as he pushed me harder than I had once thought possible. We had done this before ('ok, quite a few times. Fine! We'd done this loads when we were on the cruise ship, happy now?') but he'd never pushed me this far and without protection. I cried out a bit as he continued. I bug my nails into his arms and tried to tell him that I was in pain but he didn't look up. He just gripped my body harder and pushed me further than I ever thought we'd go together.
I placed my hands on his shoulders and tried to push him off of me. He looked at me with hard eyes, as if they were made of ice. I held my breath as he virtually thrust all of him inside of me. I felt tears prick my eyes from the pain. "Luke, please..." I felt like a child again, pleading for my Dad not to do what he did.
He went in again, further, nearly the whole thing now. I could feel him inside of me, rubbing and pulsating against me. He hit the same sensitive spot three times in a row and I felt like dying from it. I repeated what I said earlier but louder; he did what my dad did, ignore me. He gripped my hips and braced himself. "Luke, please...!" I nearly yelled it; I knew what he was going to do. He went down and brought me up. I almost let a scream escape my lips. What stopped me was him. He placed his arm across my throat trapping any sound or breath. He held his face barely millimetres from mine and regarded me with those frozen eyes.
"Scream and I'll make you regret it, got it?" I nodded as I prayed that he'd just get out of me. This wasn't the Luke that I had made love to before; this was the Luke who'd hosted Kronus. I let out a deep breath as he withdrew. He smiled deviously at me; he noticed the change in my position and, just before he came out completely, he sharply came back at me and let it out. I could help myself, I screamed. He punched me in the face and glared at me. "Shut the fuck up cunt or I'll do worse." He got off and out of me and went to find something.
Something warm and wet ran down my face and onto my lips. I licked the side of my mouth. It tasted salty and metallic. 'Blood. Oh my gods, that...that...bastard! How did this happen? Why? I...I...I thought you loved me...Luke, please tell me that again, please tell me that and mean it...Luke...?' I was physically shaking from the shock. I sat up and tried to escape but he caught me moving. He glared at me again. "Move and you're dead." There's one thing I'd learnt, it's to obey him. I'd seen firsthand what he could do.
He came back over and tied something round my mouth so I couldn't scream before he held my neck in his right hand, slowly cutting off my blood flow and oxygen. "Oh Atlanta, if only I had some handcuffs." He grinned his sadistic smile. 'Please, Gods no! Luke; please no! Please!' "I guess this will have to do though." He flexed the leather belt between his fists before slapping it across my chest. I balled my hand into a fist and aimed it right at his dick. Before it came into contact he grabbed my wrists and tied them behind my back with the belt. "Feisty. I like that." I was completely at his mercy.
He told me that 'the best was yet to come' and left me lying there. I closed my eyes and tried to regain control over my breathing...
I was woken up by the sun streaming through the window. I blinked. Everything was the same as it was last night: the chair was by the door, Atlanta sleeping by my side, her wrecked bra hung on the end of the bed...hang on. I took a closer look at my red-haired girlfriend. She was curled into my side with my arm around her and was completely naked. 'Oh gods, shit, holy fucking shit...'
I removed my arm from around Atlanta and stood up. She stirred but didn't wake. 'How did we get that far? Artemis will kill me...literally.' I tried to block that thought from my mind. I'll think about it later, at the moment I had to deal with my girlfriend, who knows how she'll react to it.
Before I pulled my shirt on and after I'd put my jeans on, I caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked a mess. I was holding my orange shirt and was wearing just my jeans. My hair was a mess and my arms were covered in scratches. My chest was looking better than ever though. 'I don't blame girls going after this stunning body.' I flexed my muscles before putting my shirt on.
Ten minutes later, I attempted to wake Atlanta. She looked so vulnerable and innocent but I was afraid to wake her. I approached her cautiously from behind and shook her shoulder. She stirred but didn't wake. I tried again. This time she pushed my face away from her. "Okay, okay. I'm up."
She didn't get out of bed but buried herself further into the blood stained and cum coated duvet. I bent over and shouted her name in her ear; it always worked when I had to get her out of my bed on the 'Princess Andromeda'. She fell out of the bed and lay sprawled on the floor. She grabbed the edge and pulled herself onto her knees. 'Déjà vu?' I noticed that her once pallid skin had taken on a pinker tone. I laughed softly at her reaction. Atlanta looked at me before realising what I was laughing at. She shot down out of my vision. I stood back and faced the wall. "It's okay, I'm not looking." I heard her moving off the floor. Eventually I was allowed to turn back round.
"Okay, I'm done." I turned round to face her. She'd been crying. I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her. "I'm so sorry..." She let me hold her before she realised that I was the problem and pushed me away so hard I had to take a step back. "Atlanta..."
"Just shut up, Luke! You can't help yourself from ruining my life, can you? First, you kill yourself and leave me alone! And now you ruined my future plans by...by..." she convulsed into sobs and broke down.
I couldn't take it; Artemis wouldn't let her have a relationship let alone this. Me being her boyfriend was just about acceptable, what we had done before had been pushing it. Now that we had, gods, it wasn't worth thinking about. I took her into my arms and carried to the bed. 'Shit; Chiron.'
There was a knock at the door. "Is everything okay in there?"
"Yeah," I called back. "Everything's just fine." I placed my hand on the back off her head and buried Atlanta's face into my neck. "I've got it all under control." Atlanta whimpered. I stroked her hair to reassure her that I'm always here; no matter what.
"I'm just downstairs if you want me."
"Right." 'Only when we're desperate.' I heard Chiron walk back down the stairs and I pulled Atlanta into my lap. "I'm so sorry..."
I wrapped my arms around her, holding her still while she regained control over her breathing. I cradled her in my arms for the next few hours.
We couldn't go back and change the past, no matter how much either of us wanted to...
'Gods, this wasn't meant to happen. I didn't mean what I said last night. I do care that I've just ruined my life. Gods, what's my mother going say? I've just made-love with the man that she hates, again, but this time he did without protection or my official consent and he abused my body. Argh! That hurt Luke. What the Hades am I saying that for? Everything he did last night hurt like Hades.
'She's going to kill him, what am I saying? She'll kill both of us.
'It's all his fault. He hadn't thought it through again. Just breathe. Yeah, I may have just ruined my life, but there is a chance that I haven't. This can all be forgotten as long as, Gods, I'm not ready for this. I'm not ready to be a mom.
'Luke will be here for me always. He's even saying it to me. His words have been hollow before but these few aren't: "I'm always here for you..."'
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