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

Games

I woke up due to the pain. He hadn't come back in quite some time. And I was still strapped to the table. I hadn't tried to move or escape. As of now, I was just tired.

"Luke?" A timid voice whispered.

I turned my head to see Joey. She was a mess. Dried blood formed around her face. Her eyes were sunken and looked dead. I couldn't begin to fathom how scared she must be right now. She was scared because of him. Not because of me.

She was awake and alive. But, she wouldn't be for much longer. I had to get her out of here. I had to save her. But, how?

"Luke, I'm scared." She whispered.

"I'm going to get you out of here." I vowed.

"Are you really going to, Luke?"

Joey crawled over to me and started working on the handcuffs that bound me. I knew it was pointless. And then I heard a click.

"H-how did you do that?" I gasped in disbelief.

"It's amazing what you can do with a bobby pin." She laughed.

This girl never ceased to amaze me. But, the only problem? I was going to kill her.

She helped me up as I gritted my teeth in pain. Her eyes were wide with fear and worry. Funny. She was worried more about me than herself. It felt good to be free. But, we weren't free yet. And I didn't even know how I was supposed to get us out.

The room was dark. The only source of light was a small bulb above the table. I found the switch but, quickly realized that it was dead. The ground was hard cement, slick with blood. The blood was my own. There were stairs that led to a door at the top. I couldn't see but, I knew they were there because I tripped.

It seemed too easy. Why leave Joey alone? Why leave her with me? Not tied up or chained up or locked up. Something wasn't right. Something was very wrong.

"Come on," She whispered.

She tried the door. It was unlocked. She pushed it open. I had no choice but to follow her. I wasn't one to admit defeat. Let alone one to be scared. But, I knew that this wasn't the way it was supposed to go. Why couldn't he just kill me? Why cause all of this?

But, that was his thing. He liked games. I remember when I was younger he would tell me about the cat and the mouse. How the mouse was small and useless. But, the cat... The cat was strong, independent, brave. It was quick. And no matter what, it always got the mouse. He was the cat. Joey and I were the mice. This only had one outcome... An outcome I really didn't want to think about.

"Joey. Wait." I whispered.

The door opened into the kitchen. She froze. The lights were all on, brightening up the room. We could hear the television blaring from somewhere in the house. He never watched TV.

Joey crept across the ground. I felt my heart speed up. I was scared. This was way out of my comfort zone. My father was crazy. He was unpredictable. He was unstable. He was capable of anything. And murder was his specialty.

"Does it seem a little too quiet to you?" I whispered, when we reached the back door.

Joey shook her head. She reached for the doorknob and pushed it open. I held my breath. And then she took off. No warning. No heads up.

I glanced back at the house. The house I had been in one too many times. The house that held my past. The house where my mother was murdered. The house that raised a monster. The house that created one. And without thinking, I chased after her.

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I caught up to Joey easily. We should have known. We knew it was too easy. We knew something wasn't right. We knew something was off. But, we were just grateful that we were out. That we were free. But, we weren't. Not really.

Joey was surprisingly fast on her feet. I couldn't blame her. I wanted to put as much distance between us and that house as possible.

Then, a shot rang out.

Joey screamed and threw herself to the ground. I followed her actions, instinct coming over me. I threw my arms over my head. My heart thundered inside my chest like a jackhammer. My blood went cold. I couldn't stop the memory that seemed to crawl into my head.

My mom. My dad. Screaming. Crying. A crash. Something was thrown. And then a gasp. And then a shot. The shot was loud. It ricocheted through the small room. The sound of a car...

Was it the same gun he used on my mother? The same gun he used on countless others? The same gun he planned to use on me?

I slowly and carefully picked myself up off the ground. I grabbed Joey's arm and hauled her to her feet. She shook her head. She was crying. I turned her around to face me. I knew that what I was about to say would cost me. But, I had to say it.

"When I tell you to run. You need to run. Don't look back. Whatever you do, you cannot look back." I whispered.

"What are you talking about?" She shook her head. Even in the dark I could picture her facial expression. I could just see the confusion painting her face.

"No! No! You can't! Stop!" I screeched.

Joey's eyes widened. She clamped her hand over my mouth. Her eyes were pleading with me to be quiet.

"Leave me alone!" I screamed. "Go! Now!" I whispered harshly.

"Luke--" She started.

"Get out of here!" I pleaded.

Joey shook her head and pressed her lips to mine. It was a kiss that told me to be safe. It was a kiss that told me not to leave her. It was a kiss that told me that she loved me. Joey Benson was in love with me.

And I couldn't help but, reciprocate her feelings.