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

I Won't Stop Fighting For You

My eyes drifted open to a bright room. My first thought was that this couldn't be happening. Not again. But, I soon found out that I was in an actual hospital room. Not a make-shift one where I would be tortured to death. My room was clean and all too familiar.

I couldn't quite figure out where I was or how I came to be here. I tried to sit up but, fell back towards the sheets. My head swam, trying to sort through all the details. And then, I was attacked.

There was blood. Tears. Pain. Confusion. Agony. Joey. My Joey.

Was she okay? Or was it my fault and she died on scene. I prayed more than ever that she was alright.

"Mr. Hemmings?" A voice echoed.

I turned my head towards the door. A doctor with long blonde hair came into view. Her white outfit seemed to encase her in a bright glow. She faded into the background. Typical.

"Where is she?" I demanded.

"Josephine--" I cut her off sharply.

"Joey!"

"Joey Benson was admitted with a gunshot wound. We had no choice but, to call the authorities. All gunshot wounds must be reported. There are a few men out there that have some questions for you but, as of now our only priority is getting you better." She told me.

"That's cool, whatever. Where is Joey?"

"Ms. Benson is undergoing surgery as we speak. There's no telling whether or not she will make it out a--" I stopped her.

"Don't you dare think about finishing that sentence."

This could not be happening. No. I refused to listen. Joey was a fighter. She could make it out of this alive. She had to.

"We are very sorry, Mr. Hemmings." She apologized, making her way to the door.

Joey had to live. If she went, and I stayed... I wouldn't make it. She was the one keeping me going. She was the one who made me get up in the morning. She had changed everything with a flash of her smile. That was the kind of thing I hadn't planned on. At all.

Who knew that a few months ago, I was a murderer. And Joey had made me human again. I was finally back. And for what? A girl? No, not just any girl. I was back for Joey.

I loved her.

No.

I was in love with her.

I sat up and disconnected the wires that attached themselves to my body. I found my clothes and quickly changed. Peaking my head out of the door, I glanced down the hall. My head buzzed. My body ached. But, the only thing that mattered was finding her.

"Hi. I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of Josephine Benson's room? I believe she was admitted sometime last night?" I questioned the woman at the front desk.

"Yes. And you are?" She asked.

"Greg Ryder? I'm a friend." I lied.

"Well, I really shouldn't let you in because she isn't allowed visitors but, alright. Room 125. Straight down this hall and to your left." The woman smiled.

"Thank you!"

I turned on my heel and practically raced down the hall. My feet came to a stop when I found it. I took a deep breath. Was I ready to see the damage I had done? No but, that didn't matter. I was here for her.

I slowly opened the door. There she was. Her beautiful face was cut up and bruises painted her skin. Her body looked so frail, I was afraid to touch her. If I so much as caressed her skin, she would break into a million pieces.

Making my way over to her, I sat in the chair beside her bed. I felt tears swell in my eyes. I had done this. She was in here again because of me. And this time, she almost died. I almost lost her for good. I was selfish. I was stupid.

I didn't deserve her. I could live a thousand lives or years and still never deserve the girl in front of me. I loved her. But, I was killing her. I was going to lose her.

"Who are you?" A voice asked.

I turned around to see a nurse standing in the doorway. Her face was worn and tired. She glared at me with hard eyes. I could already tell where this conversation was headed.

"I just had to make sure she was alright."

"I'm sorry, sir but, visiting hours are over. I'm going to have to ask you to leave." She told me.

"The lady at the d-desk. S-she let me in. She said it was a-alright. I'm allowed to see h-her." I choked out.

This was too hard for me. I had caused this. She was in here because of me. All of this was my fault. She almost died. Twice.

"Sir, if you do not leave right now, I'm going to have to call security." The woman threatened.

Normally, I would have been out of there in a flash. I hated cops or security. Pretty much anybody with a lot of authority. I had a problem with them. But, I had to see her.

"I'm not leaving." I whispered.

The woman huffed and scurried out the door. Within a matter of time, Joey's room would be flooded. The only thing that mattered was her recovery. If I got kicked out, I would just have to find another way inside.

"How is she?" I whispered.

There was no reply. The woman had left me alone to be with Joey. Or left me alone to get security. But, I didn't mind.

The longer I looked at Joey, the guiltier I felt. I heard that she was stable. Which meant that she was alright for the time being. I just wished that the doctors could hurry up and help her. Instead, they were running around doing who knows what. Her eyes were closed almost like she was sleeping. But, I knew better. She was unconscious because of the fluids they had her hooked up to. I looked closer. Morphine and Saline. I guess that meant she was in a lot pain.

There was nothing I could do but, watch her suffer. I couldn't do anything to help her. And she wasn't awake to know that I was there beside her. I had no intention of leaving. How could I when she needed someone right now more than ever?

"I'm so sorry, Joey. This is all my fault. I should have never got you involved. I was so focused on them that I hadn't realized how close we had gotten. I never expected to feel this way about anybody. I hadn't counted on it. I was stupid and reckless. I hadn't thought about the consequences.

I've never had anybody actually care about me. All my life I've been from home to home with families that never showed me true compassion. I was used to being kicked to the curb. I had built a life around running. I had built walls because I was so sure that if I let anybody in, I would hurt them. So, I pushed people away. I pushed you away.

I am so sorry, Joey. I never wanted to hurt you this way. I never counted on having any feelings towards you. But, now I can't help it. I love you. And you are hurt now. Because of me. I can't even begin to tell you how guilty I feel.

I love you, Joey.

Which is why, I'm saying goodbye.

You need someone who can take care of you. You need someone who will keep you safe. Someone who isn't me. I am glad to say that you changed my life for the better. You helped me off of a dark path that would only end in me hurting. You saved me.

And I can't thank you enough, Josephine Benson.

Goodbye, Funsize."

I kissed the top of her head. This has to be the hardest thing I have ever had to do. I placed a tender kiss to her mouth.

Taking one last glance at the girl who had turned my entire world upside down with her smile, her eyes, her actions, and her love-- I walked out the door.

And I knew that I might not ever see her again.