Hollywood Bleeds

twenty eight

HE KNOCKED LIGHTLY on the unfamiliar black chipped door in the van can't hallway. The number 24 laid kn the top of the door in a golden color that reminded Luca he was at the right place. Oh Music loudly played behind it, and Luca found himself perplexed when it was cut short on his third knock. He could feel his heart racing rapidly at the soft footsteps coming to the door, the person he desperately wanted to see hiding behind a door.

It swung open slowly, Amina's confused gaze meeting his before shifting to shock. Her hands immediately grasped his sore bicep worriedly. "What the fuck happened?"

She was in front of him after almost two months of him missing her. She looked just as beautiful and angelic as when he said his goodbye. Being in her presence was something he missed. Her aura calming down Luca's nerves and making him take an easy breath.

He looked down at himself and chuckled bitterly. Looked like Noah wasn't wrong, he did look like he was dying. His once white button up long sleeve was covered in blood and gravel, and his long hair was sticking to the blood on his forehead. His nose most likely looks bruised and he could practically taste the blood seeping from it. His cheeks still aches and throbbed, the once pale flesh turning purple and bruised.

Luca grabbed her hand with his shaking one as he looked down at her with a deep sigh. "God, I missed you."

He leaned into to kiss her, but Amina quickly stepped back as she pulled him into her apartment. "No, you're not kissing me until we get you cleaned up." She instructed as she closed the door behind her.

She grabbed his hands as she practically dragged him into her bathroom quickly. He got to see the rest of her apartment before she closed the door to the bathroom. A loft that had her bedroom, long room, and kitchen in one huge space. A small hallway linked the spare closet and bathroom together by the living room. Pictured and lights were hung all around, not one dark spot or blank wall seen anywhere.

Amina guides Luca to her large counter as she let go of his hand and quickly pulled open a drawer with shaking hands. "My god, Luca." She whispered worriedly as she took out a first aid kit. She turned to him concerned. "Are you okay?"

He wanted to answer truthfully, he was done lying about how he was feeling. He was done keeping everything bottled up in him, he knew know that keeping everything to side never helped him-no matter how hard he tried to make himself believe it did. In order to heal, he wanted to start opening up to the people in his life-opening up being something Luca wanted to do on his own and believing it's help him for a starter.

"No." he admitted. He leaned back against the counter as he looked at her seriously. "But I will be."

He was having hope that he'd get better. Amina wasn't his only sign of hope anymore-now he was too. He wanted himself to get better because he deserved to be better. He didn't deserve to rely on drinking as a way of coping and healing. He was his own hope now, he wanted to see himself get better instead of getting worse. His vendetta wasn't driving him to make Hollywood bleed-he wasn't pushing himself to get better to make Hollywood crumble. He was pushing himself to get better because he wanted too, not because he wanted to see Brandy fall.

Although that still was his plan, it wasn't his main self objective anymore. He was overflowed with anger and revenge that he was willing to put Amina's career and life in danger for it. He thought he was to weak and a coward to think people would believe in him-he thought this because that's all he was told. I one would believe him, no man would let brandy do what he did to him-and he realized how strong Brandy's manipulation was on him. For years Brandy manipulated Luca and belittled him to the point he wanted to kill him self to get control and his happiness back. He was done with watching Brandy hurt the people he loved and himself.