“Lucas, if I go back with you now, what changes? You’ll wake up and be shitty with me again tomorrow and treat me like crap.” He swallowed, leaned back and looked away. I kept going.
“Then you’ll be nice to me for a small window of time, lull me into a fall sense of security and I’ll like you for a minute. But wait, there’s more; you’ll push me away and be horrible all over again. This is what happens every day in some form.”
“Right then,” he said, still frowning. “So in order for us to go home, what do you want me to do?”
I had thought a lot about this, all weekend actually.
I looked directly into his light blue eyes. “I want you to trust me.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” he muttered. He made a scoffing sound that seemed to stick in his throat and wary eyes studied me. He dropped his gaze.
“Lucas,” I said again, demanding that he looked at me and when he did, I said it again, “you can trust me.”
Team Lucas by Ally Adams