Chapter 18

　　Louisa's POV 　　"What the heck?! What happened to your wound?!" I tried to turn back, but Lucas wouldn't let me. 　　He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me against his chest. 　　"Calm down, babe. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. Stay with me," he said in a soothing voice next to my ear. 　　"No! I saw the wound! It healed itself! Let go of me! You freak!" I struggled in vain. 　　"Okay. That's kind of insulting," Lucas said in a stern voice. "I'm not a freak." 　　"But the wound!!!" 　　"I know. I know, babe." Lucas said. "If you could please stop struggling and listen to me, I would explain everything to you." 　　I stopped struggling. 　　"Okay, say it. I'm listening." I swallowed the lump in my throat and said. 　　I had a feeling that I wouldn't like what I would hear. 　　Lucas carried me up in his arms and put me on the sink top. 　　He spread my legs and moved forward. 　　My legs were forced to wrap around him. 　　He stared into my eyes and said, "Babe. I... I've got some problems."