Okay, since you guys really wanted a new chapter now, I guess I'll post it ;)

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A week ago

Luke's POV

My phone buzzes, just as I was about to watch a movie with Em. I sigh. It was about time. I check who sent it.

I get up, apologise to Emma and quickly leave, before she starts asking any questions. I can't tell her. Not about this. She'd freak. Even though it's not a big deal, it kind of is? At least I'm making a lot of money off of it. How does she think I got the money for this apartment. Not from my failure of parents, I'll tell you that.

I turn on my BMW and drive off to the cafe, where Dylan's waiting for me already.

"What took you so long?" He whines, inviting me into his car.

"I was about to watch a movie with my bitch bro," I roll my eyes.

He's been so cranky ever since Vanessa died. I mean, I don't blame him. A dude raped her! And she committed suicide. It's some fucked up shit. And no Emma isn't a bitch. I call all the girls like that, so it's normal and respectful. Now, if I call someone a whore, that's another story. Nicki, for instance is a whore, but she's fun. It's funny when she tries to get me to sleep with her, but that would never happen. Not now, that I'm with Emma.

She made me better. I need her to fix me. To fix the shit my dad fucked up. I mean, it was my mom's fault, but still. Did I tell her that he was in jail before that? Probably not. She doesn't need to know that.

Dylan wakes me up from my day dreaming, "dude? Wake the fuck up," he slaps my arm and I sigh, getting out. Another day of this shit. I really hate it, but I gotta make money somehow. Or lose it. I barely lose though.

We walk into a warehouse, that we've been in thousands of times. I used to come here every day. Larry - a guard that already knows us, lets us into the basement.

"Looking good Larry, like always," Dylan laughs and Larry joins him. He's a big guy but has a heart of gold. I would never in my life tell him that, but it's true.

I walk up to the gambling operator - Chris and place my bet on the yellow horse - one million dollars. Yes. That much. It's all or nothing.

Dylan and I gather around the machine, and so do 3 other rich men. People always come here for a day and then leave. So we don't really know anyone. What we do know is that they're shit.

Since there are 4 horses, I go first and Dylan waits for the next race. Since the clock's about to hit 6pm, people start gathering and before you know it, the entire room is filled with people, waiting for the race to start.

The gambling operator stands up on a chair, "welcome to the mechanical horse race!" He announces and people start cheering, meanwhile, I can feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins, as I grip onto the machine.

"The first 4 competitors are...our champion Luke, who's betting on the yellow horse!" He points at me and women start cheering as I offer everyone a weak smile, adrenaline getting the best of me.

As he introduces others, Dylan grabs my shoulder, "you got this," he whispers into my ear and I nod.

"All the players placed a bet, together worth 4 million dollars. The winner gets it all. Now...let the race begin!" He says, making the horses to start moving and people start cheering.

Throughout most of the race, the blue horse is in the lead. I feel like throwing up. Or just destroying the entire machine. Dylan's holding my shoulder firmly through the entire thing.

When the horses start moving towards the finish line, my horse starts speeding up, catching up to the blue one and passing it.

I yell and jump on Dylan, who screams with me, hugging me and jumping with me holding onto him. I almost lost 1 million dollars. It's rarely this close. And what just happened - yellow one winning in the last second - never happens.

"Aaand we have a winner!" Chris holds my hand up, congratulating me. I thank him and he hands me a suitcase, which holds 4 million dollars in it. I asked Chris to hold it for me, as I watched my best friend winning a race too.

We leave the basement, all happy. Dylan even kisses Larry on the cheek and the old man laughs his ass off.

"We should celebrate this!" Dylan slaps my back.

"I don't know man. Emma wouldn't appreciate me coming home drunk my ass off," I sigh and he starts begging me, so I eventually give in.

We drive back to the cafe and I get into my own car, driving to the nearest bar. I take about a thousand bucks out of the suitcase, putting them into my wallet.

2 hours and 10 drinks later, I can barely walk, but still am able to jump around and sing.

And apparently able to drive, since I somehow got home. I stumble into the house, hoping not to wake Emma up. I can't deal with her yelling right now. But also, all I have to do for her to shut up is pin her on a wall or on a bed. Works like a charm every single time. That's how I can make her do whatever I want. Fuck. I kinda want to fuck her right now.

Focus. Go to bed.

But first, water.

I drag my ass to the kitchen, somehow finding a glass, without breaking anything. Just as I drank it, I try leaving it on the counter but it falls on the floor, magically not breaking. The crash was loud enough to wake up Emma, who was sleeping on the couch.

"Shit," I curse, trying to duck and pick up the glass, but failing miserably as I plop on the floor, now sitting.

"Luke?" She says, turning on the light and covering her eyes.

"Em, hi," I smile, trying not to look drunk. I grab the counter, trying to get up, which again, I fail miserably and fall back down.

"Are you drunk?" She looks sad? Disappointed? I was not expecting that. I though she would be fuming. I'm used to being a disappointment, so it doesn't really bother me much.

I shake my head, trying to get up and actually succeeding.

"I can't believe you! You left me just so you could get drunk? That's another low," she sighs, going to my bedroom. Or is it ours now? It sounds nice. Our bedroom.

I follow her, stumbling and trying to go upstairs. I try knocking on the door, but miss and knock on the wall. I sigh, just going inside, not waiting for her to respond.

"Em," I mumble and she doesn't look at me.

"Do you know why I wanted you to stop hanging out with everyone?" I continue, since I know she's listening. She may be mad but she's always listening to me.

Finally, she turns her head around, still laying on the bed. I join her. We're now both laying on our backs, looking at the dark ceiling. I try grabbing her hand but she doesn't let me.

Sighing, I continue, "it's because everyone I cared about left. Poof. Every single fucking one. My dad died, my mom doesn't care anymore and my step dad never did. The shit he did to me Em...it's awful," she's finally holding my hand now, relaxing me a bit. "And-and I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. I know it sounds selfish but I don't wanna share you. I want you all to myself. My little Em," I smile.

She climbs on top of me, now looking at me face to face. Her finger traces my scar, near my lip. "He did that to you? Your step dad?" She asks cautiously.

"Yeah," I sigh. "Once, I accidentally interrupted him, while he was working and he cut me with a letter opener. My mom then took me to the doctor, where she made me lie, saying that my dog did it. They stitched me up and my dog had to get put down," I'm clenching my fists now. I hate him. I hate both of them. That dog meant more to me than they ever did.

"I have a lot of scars on my back too. And my legs. I'm surprised you haven't noticed them," I chuckle at how pathetic my life is.

"Turn around," she gets off me and I do as she says. I mean, now she knows everything, so why not show her.

I don't think I ever let anyone in. Not as much as I let Emma in. Maybe Dylan. But even he doesn't know about my dog. That's a good thing because I really don't want anyone to know about this. Except for my baby. I literally told her everything. It's crazy what love makes you do.

She sits on my lower back, running her fingers on every scar that I have. I never felt more vulnerable. I mean, sure a lot of people saw them, but I tell them that they're from fighting. Well it's true. But I wasn't fighting back. How could I? I was around 8, 9 years old. Now, I would kill him if I could.

Her hands start to massage my back and she kisses every single scar on my back. "What are you doing?" I murmur.

"I'm letting you know that scar or no scar, I still love you," I can hear the smile on her face, and it makes me smile too.

"One more question," she says slowly and shyly. I hum, letting her know it's okay to ask.

"What's up with the book that your dad wrote you?" She asks quietly, hoping that I didn't hear it. But I did. To be honest, I don't really mind talking about my father with her. She makes it all seem so much easier. And it makes me happy. She makes me happier.

"I don't know. I never really read it. Only the first page," I answer truthfully. It's true. I still don't have it in me - to read it.

"Oh," is the only thing she says. I think she finally realised how much it hurt me when he...you know. And how fucked up I am.

"If you want to, you can read it," why am I saying this? I'm still fucking drunk.

"I can't. It's yours and only you should be able to read it."

"Okay. But if you want to, you know where it is and where the key is," I pet her leg and she nods.

I feel like I'm slowly dozing off.

"You know Em...if we have- I mean, when we have kids, I won't be such a failure of a father. I promise. I won't leave them alone with you, like my dad did when he was in jail. I won't kill myself either. It's not fair. I just want you to know that..." and after that, I don't remember anything, because i fell asleep.

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Sorry for not including Emma's POV!

It's coming, I promise.

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