Floors || Lashton au (boyxboy)

Chapter 4

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"Bye." I mumble to my doctor, shutting the door slightly harder than I expected. No not really.

I pace down the corridor, my eyes squinting with anger anger anger. Doctors could see my angered face because a few tried stopping me by grabbing my arm or holding onto my chest with the palm of their hand but I didn't stop. I flinched away from their touch, fisting my hands tightly.

"Mr. you have to slow down-"

"Don't touch me!" I say loudly, moving away from their touch. "You're walking too fast down the corridor." the male doctor points out.

"Not like I know!" I growl, trying to get away from him but it's not working while he's following me. I grow angrier by the minute as he keeps following. Does it not look like I need my personal space?

"Look," I snap, stopping my pace completely. "Leave me alone. Three simple little words that mean so much to me in this current situation." I look at him with a glare. "You can't pace the corridors like this, especially in the pace!" he points out.

"Can you not see that I'm bloody hell angry, so leave me alone!" I whisper. If I yell right how, all hell will break loose. And it's currently close to it's breaking point.

"Walk properly this time." he says and I snap. I walk close to his face that our noses are touching while he backs up slowly. "Is there a fucking law that you have to walk a certain way down the fucking corridor?" I whisper to him, looking him dead in the eyes. Other female and male doctors find me getting in his personal space and they try to grab me to get me away from him but I put all my force into staying where I was.

"Don't you dare come up to me telling me what to do! Alright?!" I whisper as I feel there is about ten or more doctors around me. I hear a female doctor shout, "Find out who he is. Go go go!"

Hands are grouping my body, I keep on talking. "I said to you three fucking times I wanted to be alone, so why didn't you do that? Well?"

"He's Luke Hemmings, his doctors name is Mrs. Hughes." a voice shouts, making me angry.

"Get her now."

"Now once I said leave me the fuck alone, I meant leave me the fuck alone. Was I speaking fucking Chinese to you?"

The fear in his eyes is hard to see but I now it's there. One pair of hands grab my arm and pull me back which makes me push forward and push the male doctor against the wall. I'm still touching chest to chest, nose to nose with him. I breath heavy breathes on him. "Like I said, don't you dare tell me to fucking stop pacing the corridors, I don't tell you to stop when you're fucking angry. I told you to leave me alone and you didn't. I was being kind about it the last two fucking times but then I couldn't take it anymore. So if you kept your fucking gob shut, we wouldn't be in the position or situation right now."

"She's here."

I smirk, looking at him dead in the eyes. I feel a hand grab my upper arm, hearing them say, "Luke." and I knew it was Mrs. Hughes. She tugs at my left arm while I back away from him. I keep the smirk playing on my lips and looking him in the eyes as she walks me away from him. As I'm a good distance away from him I look away, dropping my head. I shake it, combing my fingers through my hair with my right hand as my left arm is being occupied my Mrs. Hughes tight hold.

Once we reach her office, I look up to her as she slams the door shut. She stares at me with venom venom venom in her eyes. "Well," she taps her foot on the ground with impatience and furry, holding her hands on her hips. "What the hell was that?" she yells.

"That?" I ask. "That was my fucking anger lashing out!" I yell louder than her. "You could of kept it tamed for another ten seconds before you went out the door!" she usually corrects me about my cursing but she's too angry with me to correct me.

I backtrack for a second.

"Out the fucking door?" I say. "HOW CAN I GO OUT THE FUCKING DOOR WHEN THERE IS NO FUCKING DOOR TO GO OUT!" I breath heavily once again.

"Think about it!" I snap.

"Think about it?" she repeats my sentence but in a question form. "You should be the one thinking about what I just witnessed out there!" she points to the door.

"I should think again? How about doctor fucking doosh down there!?" I point towards the door, copying her actions. "Huh? Well, because I'm sure as not thinking again." I shake my head side to side repeatedly.

"Luke, you are both wrong in this situation-"

"I am not wrong. No no no no no." I say quickly. "Nada, nope, no, nuh, níl, none of that shit." I say.

"Luke I said you are wrong."

"And I said I am not."

"LUKE!" she yells my name.

"Oh my fucking god," I whisper. "IT'S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT. HE CAME UP TO ME. ME. INTO MY SPACE. YOU HAVE WITNESSED MANY FUCKING TIMES WHERE I LOST MY TEMPER. YOU WERE THERE FOR EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. PLEASE DON'T BE LIKE HIM, PLEASE DON'T," and that's where I break down. Right in front person who I had to be strong the most. I fell onto my knees, holding my face in my hands. Tears fall out of my eyes like heavy rain, tears soaking my cheeks like puddles. My brain is the thunderstorm, making me lash out words like thunder.

I don't feel any touch on my body, knowing she's just standing there, looking at me breaking down. She's disappointed in me. So am I.

My hands shake with anger anger anger, embarrassment embarrassment embarrassment, loneliness loneliness loneliness, fucking freak freak freak freak. Fucking freak.

"Luke," I finally hear her say my name. She lightly touches my back, rubbing small circles on it, feeling her hand rubbing against my spine.

Names and memories are rushing through my head that I feel like a piece of wasteless cardboard. Nothing. I feel like nothing. I lose my anger too much, I show my anger too much, I show and preform my depression scenes.

It's not an act. But it feels like one.

I grab my head and cover my ears with my hands, lowering my head to the ground so it's touching the cold wooden floor. "No no no." I shake my head.

My head starts beating fast. I squint my eyes even though they are screwed shut. I wince in pain, crying out tears of pain. My mouth is open, saliva hitting the floor and it dribbling down my chin.

One thing hit me and I was up twice as fast. I scream as loud as I can, crying and wincing in pain, getting chairs and throwing them on the ground, getting papers on Mrs. Hughes desk and throwing them on the floor, making them spread every where. "No no no no no!" I cry out. I close my eyes but grab anything and throw them on the floor.

I wanted to run but I fell on the paper surrounding the floor, falling onto my hands and knees. "WHY?" I scream out.

"Luke?" Mrs. Hughes cries out. I know she is crying by the squeakiness of her voice. "Luke you have to calm down." she yells.

I can't calm down. Why do people tell me to calm down when I can't. People like this make me angry angry angry angry angry. "PEOPLE LIKE THIS MAKE ME FUCKING ANGRY!" I scream, getting up from my spot on the floor and go to the drawers of Mrs. Hughes desk. I fiddle through all of them until I see what I was looking for. I grab it and hold it up.

I can see realisation hit Mrs. Hughes face from behind the envelope because she shouts, "No Luke!" That's when I rip up the envelope, into threads.

Into small broken broken broken up pieces.