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

Messing Up Big Time

“Are you any better, Luke?” He asked me later that week.

“Not really.” I whispered.

“Why not?”

“I guess I’m just finding it harder to ignore them.”

He seemed to think this over. His head was tilted thoughtfully to the side. His lips were pursed as he stared at me. I could practically see the wheels turning wildly in his head. He always did that. It was like I was a code that he was trying to crack. But, the encryption was far too advanced for him. It was always like that. People thought they could just worm their way inside my brain.

“Why do you think they’ve gotten worse?” He questioned. He was starting to get on my nerves. He was making me upset. He wanted to help me. He wanted me to get better. He honestly thought that he could fix me with his advice and his prescriptions. He was wrong though. And that was what had finally ticked me off.

“Because they want your daughter.” I said with a growl.

I watched as his eyes widened. I watched as sweat broke out on his forehead. His skin dimmed in color. His lips twitched. I could see that I had made him scared. I had crossed the invisible line between his work life and his home life. I hadn’t crossed it. I had bulldozed past it.

“What did you say?” He practically whispered.

“You heard me. They want your daughter. They want to feel the blood seep from the wounds that I’d make myself. They want me to be the one to cut into her. They want me to carve my name into her stomach. They want to watch as I slowly make her suffer. They want to hear the sound---“

“No. Stop it.”

“Of her screams as they echo throughout the room! They want me to be the one to kill her!” I screeched. My fingers curled into fists as the rage built up inside of me.

“Get out of my office now!” He yelled at me, standing up in a burst of madness. His eyes were blazed with fear, worry, and anger. His lips were twisted into a grimace.

“Might want to keep her locked up tight, Mark.” I whispered.

I got up from the chair and walked out of the room. I knew what I had said. I just couldn’t believe I had said it in the first place. I was getting more and more messed up each and every day. He had just made me so mad. Before I could take the words back it was too late. I shook my head, the anger boiling in my blood.

“Hey!”

I turned around and saw Joey bounding into the room. She stopped and a smile spread across her face. I couldn’t help my own smile that appeared when I saw her. She wore purple shorts and a black Beatles shirt. Her green eyes were bright, brought out by her dark mascara and eyeliner. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her phone was in her hands, headphones draped across her neck. Her feet were bare as they came in contact with the ground.  

“Hi!” I responded.

I watched as she came down and stood in front of me. I felt my breath hitch. I was oddly aware that her father was about to come into the room at any second. The thought should have frightened me but, it didn’t. I couldn’t even bring myself to care.

“So, what’s up with you?” She asked, cocking a hip as she stared at me.

“Same old, same old. What about you?” I asked.

“Same old, same old.” She smirked. “I was just going to go to the library.” She raised her eyebrows.

“Cool. Well, I had better get going. It was nice talking to you. Thanks Mr. Benson!” I hollered in his general position.