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

Mine

I was ecstatic. No, scratch that. I was thrilled.

Everything was finally looking up. Everything was finally going my way. Everything was working out perfectly.

After the event, Joey had seemed happier. I knew it was working. I knew I had finally gotten her to be mine. Just like I wanted. Just like I needed.

"Well done, Luke."

"We're so very proud of you."

"You did it, Lukey."

I rolled my eyes. I hadn't done this for them. I hadn't done this because they wanted me too. No. I did this for myself. I did this because she was the only thing I needed. I did this for my benefit. Not because they told me too.

Joey and I had to keep our relationship a secret. She told me that it wasn't a good idea for us to tell her parents. And I was right there with her on that one. I would much rather keep my head.

I mean, sure Joey had fallen for me. And I didn't really reciprocate her feelings. But, should I feel bad? Yes. Should I feel bad that I was using her? Yes. Was I really going to keep her alive? No. Did I actually feel bad that I was using her? No.

But, this was part of my plan. It had been this way for a long time. My number one priority had always been Joey. Not even my father had cleared the top of the list.

Oh no. I had completely forgotten about him. And his threat. Was he the one who had sent those flowers to my room?

I remember the peonies from Joey. But, there had been another bouquet. The nurse told me she had to take them away because, I could have been allergic. What had they been?

Chrysanthemums. He had left me chrysanthemums. They had been in my room, mocking me. I shook my head and pulled out my phone.

I searched for their meaning and felt my entire body go cold. The flowers were from my father. Any other type I would have questioned. But, the meaning behind the flowers were clear. They meant death.

Did that mean he was going to kill me? No. That would be too obvious. But, not obvious enough. That wasn't his signature. I shook my head.

My legs wobbled as I made my way into my kitchen. I stopped breathing. My entire body froze. My gaze was fixed on a vase. A vase that hadn't been there last night. A vase filled with a bouquet. The flowers that made up the bouquet were none other than green chrysanthemums.

And they were from the one and only Daniel James Hemmings.

*Flashback*

My father had tracked me down. I don't know how. This was before my encounter with Joey. I remember that night like it was yesterday.

He was drunk. I don't know how he managed to find me. But, I guess he'll always find me. That's who he was. Or is.