Killer, Killer, Kill Her (A Luke Hemmings Fanfic) {MAJOR EDITING}

Lashing Out

“Luke? Are you alright?” A voice pulled me out of my thoughts. 

“What? Yeah. I’m fine.” I said.

But, you could hear the fear in my voice. And I’m pretty sure that she could tell something was wrong. I didn’t know how to handle this. What if something happened? I couldn’t exactly tell her that she had to leave. I couldn’t just back out because who knew what would happen if she thought I was a freak. I don’t think I could handle that. But, I couldn’t take her in to meet my dad. I didn’t want her to get hurt. Sure, I wanted to hurt her. If my dad so much as laid a finger on her, he was dead. And I would be the one to do it.

“Luke. You don’t---“She started but, she was cut off.

“Well, if it isn’t the scared little boy! Care to invite me in, Lukey?” His deep voice slurred.

“Luke. What’s going on? Who is that?” Joey asked. I couldn’t take my eyes off the man in front of me.

There he was. He was back. He was back after several months. And he just shows up out of the woods. He just shows up out of the dark. His blonde hair was messy and greasy. He wore a black shirt, a black leather jacket, and faded jeans. He wore biker boots and he had several new piercings. He had shark bites across his lips and his eyebrows were pierced too. From what I could tell, his body was covered in ink. He looked different. But, the one thing that hadn’t changed was his eyes. His eyes had always carried a sense of bloodlust. And he was showing it now. His blue eyes were smoldering, even though he was drunk. If he hadn’t been drunk, he would be angry. And it was only a matter of moments before he showed his anger.

“Come on, Lukey! You wouldn’t cast out your own father?” He said. He threw his arms out wide and stumbled forward. I heard Joey catch her breath. And she grabbed my arm. I didn’t have time to process or take that in. I was too busy panicking. I was too busy trying to keep breathing.

“Luke. What’s going on?” She whispered.

I couldn’t answer. I felt my breath catch in my throat. My hands started to sweat and my body started to shake. My head spun as I tried to process what was going on. This couldn’t be happening. No. I was hallucinating. It was a dream. And soon I would wake up in my bedroom. It would all be a dream. It wouldn’t be real.

I wouldn’t have met Joey. My father wouldn’t be standing in front of me because he wasn’t there. He had left a long time ago. My mother would be gone as well. And I would be locked in a padded room. The voices would be talking and I would have to take those pills from the nurses in white. I would be diagnosed with several things. I would be monitored. Everything would be different. I would be different.

This could not be happening.

“Oh! You have a girlfriend now! Who knew? The small lanky boy had finally made a friend! He grew some guts and got himself a girl! If only you’re mommy was here. Oh, wait. She’s not because I killed her. I killed her, Luke. I was the one to feel the life seep out of her. I was the one to feel her blood stick to my fingertips. I was the one to see the light fade from her eyes.”

“No.” I whispered. This wasn’t happening.

“Oh, yes. And you will be next. If not you, then your little girlfriend right there. And you know me Luke. You know I won’t stop till your dead.”

“Stop it!” I had finally found my voice. “If you touch a hair on her head, I will not hesitate to rip out your throat!” I screamed.  

“But, you can’t Luke! You have no power over me! You don’t have the guts or strength to take me on! And you know how useless this all is!” He tripped.