Untold Misfortunes

Luka didn't let me think for long. The next day, I got a text from him asking me to meet up with him. I wanted to ignore him, so terribly, but I knew it would end worse if I did so.
Before I went to the hospital, I let him know that we could meet at the beach. Somewhere public and outside, would help with his aggression. He agreed and within the hour, we were standing at the beach.
"I'm glad you came to your senses," Luka said, a smug smile upon his face.
"Actually," He frowned, but I continued, "I came back to support my brother. I think it be best if I remained that way. I don't want to upset you, but I just feel that way," I silently prayed that, that excuse worked.
He seemed to ponder briefly, before saying, "You see, I don't think that'll work, love. I know if I let you go now, one of those boys will snatch you up and I just can't let that happen,"
"I'm not here for relationships or for boys or for anything except my brother, Luka. Get that through your thick skull," I turned to leave, but he grabbed my shoulder roughly.
"No. You're mine, princess." He pulled me back to him with crushing force.
"Luka, my brother," I tried to get away, but Luka had obviously worked out since I left and he had more strength now.
"Forget him,"
Anger flared up and I brought my elbow up and back with as much force as I could muster, hitting Luka in the stomach. He instantly let go, coughing and gasping for air
"Jimmy is my brother, and you're just a loser!" I yelled at him, then ran off, hoping I could get enough distance between Luka and I, before he could get his grimy fingers on me again.
It was the moment I slid down the door of my brother's house that the memories came crashing back between Luka and I.
He had just came from London and when we first met, to me it was love at first sight. He was attractive from head to toe. He had tousled dark blonde hair from constantly running his fingers through it. He had these deep tree brown eyes that captivated you and his accent was just a bonus. He was taller but still under six foot and he was lanky. He had muscle definition but nothing protruding. He was someone that didn't quite fit into the group of beefed out guys that I usually hung around with. But, maybe it was different look that conquered my curiosity about him.
When our relationship started, Jimmy didn't say much and him and his group of friends distanced themselves away from Luka and I. Or it could have been me being the one distancing myself. It was awful, none the less. Matt had thrown a huge tantrum and claimed that he and I would never be friends and since that day, he and I never had spoken a word to each other. Luka had told me that it was for the best and we didn't need them around us. However, I missed my brother's group of obnoxious, overgrown boys and wanted the group together again. Luka, always said it should just be us. I was a foolish little girl.
I had put blind trust into Luka, always thinking he knew best. I allowed him to make every decision for us and that became my normal. It took a total of eight months for Luka to become physically abusive. By that point in my life, my brother and his friends were barely apart of my life. I had no one to run to, to try to get away from Luka.
Luka dominated my life, controlled it in such a way, that I had no one to come and save me. Now, that I think about It, I could see the signs from the very beginning and though he did terrify me to the very core, I had to remain strong and stay away from him, even if that costed me my brother.
Before I knew, the tears slowly started down my cheeks.

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