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

Trying To Forget

I was never one to let my emotions show. That just wasn't how I was. I had let a girl distract me. But, I was distracted without her. Why had I allowed her to get inside my head? This wasn't supposed to happen. But, it had. And I probably made the biggest mistake of my life.

It's funny how one person can have that big of an impact on your life. That someone could be that important, that without them your lost. Without them you can't seem to breathe. And the pain is blinding. Yet, the pain is all you had because without it, you've lost them. You've lost the person whom you've loved...forever. And forever was a long time.

How could I have let her get so close to me? Now, I've let her go. Just like that, she slipped through my fingers. And man, did I miss her.

It's been a month since I said goodbye. A month of me locked inside my bedroom. A month alone.

This was good. Joey was the best and worst thing to ever happen to me. She was a distraction. She was an opportunity. But, now she was gone.

And I knew that she wasn't coming back.

It was weird. The voices hadn't spoken to me since before the accident. They hadn't so much as uttered a word. They were silent. For whatever reason, they were leaving me alone. But, right now I would gladly welcome their lies and stinging words. I wanted them to do something to distract me. But, they were gone. Just like Joey.

I was in the kitchen when a knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. I shuffled my way to answer it, barely glancing at myself in the mirror. No doubt, I looked like I was on drugs. No doubt, I was a mess. But, I couldn't find it in myself to care. I opened the door.

"You did this! You put her in the hospital! You are the one who made her forget! This is all because of you!"

It took me a moment to figure out who was yelling at me. Then it made sense. Mr. Benson was standing in my doorway, his face as red as a tomato.

He grabbed the front of my shirt and pushed me back. My eyes widened in confusion. He wasn't making any sense. He was babbling. That's all this was. He was just dealing with the news.

"Look, I apologize. I know you can't--" I started. He cut me off sharply. His eyes were burning with so much intensity, that I tried to cower away.

"Don't you dare! You are the reason she was in a coma for two weeks. You are the reason she doesn't know where she is or anything past the first day of school here! It's all your fault! I don't know how you did it. But, I know for a fact that you were behind all of this." He yelled.

Joey didn't remember? That means she didn't remember me. Us. The moments we spent together. She doesn't remember the time she told me she loved me...

"You're lying." I whispered.

This was his way of making me pay. He was throwing all of this at me because of the way I treated them. His family. How I had treated Joey.

"You told me you wanted to hurt my little girl. You told me what you were going to do to her. I remember your exact words. It was you. You put her in the hospital. I got a call this morning, telling me that after extensive treatment, my daughter had blocked out a lot of what happened before the accident. Only then did I narrow it down to. You. Everything led back to Mr. Luke Hemmings. You sick, psychotic, bast--"

"STOP!" I screamed, dropping to the floor.

My entire body went cold. My heart sped up. My skin broke out into a cold sweat. He was right. He was more than right. It was all because of me. Luke Hemmings, the destroyer.

Joey Benson had almost been murdered because of me. And her father was right. It was all my fault. The girl who meant everything to me had been a victim of my selfish ways. She had been caught in the crosshairs. And my father had been the one to pull the trigger.

He knew how this would affect me. He knew that his actions, would send me over the edge. I was slowly sparring with fate. And it was only a matter of time before she finally took me to be her own. Before I was no longer apart of this Earth.

But, what would that matter? Without Joey I was a lost boy. She had been there. She was the one to keep me sane. She had helped me recover. She had also torn me to shreds. But, that only made my feelings grow stronger.

When did I become such a sucker for the sappy words? When did I care about how somebody was treating me? Joey had come into my life and she was changing the rules. And I was still learning all of the consequences.

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I don't know when but, I found myself on the street. My mind was cluttered; crowded. Thoughts swirled around my head. I always did my best thinking alone. It was better to be alone. You couldn't get hurt. And you couldn't hurt anybody else.

Nobody needed me. Joey needed me and I couldn't be there for her. The secrets of my past had been unleashed and they attacked the only person I ever had feelings for. Normally when you had that first love, it resulted in your first heartbreak. Mine resulted in my first love almost dying.

Months ago, I would have taken the opportunity and finished her off myself. But, now it was almost as if I had been the one to almost die. Funny how much things really had changed since she got here. The only thing that mattered was that she was alive and she was getting better.

But, she was getting better without me.

At least, that's what I was trying to convince myself she was doing.

As I was walking, I was staring at the ground. I found the faded cracks of concrete far more interesting than whatever was ahead of me. People that were making their way downtown held little interest for me. How could they? I was just that type of guy. I was either super interesting or completely invisible. There was no in between.

"Heads up!" A voice yelled.

My head whipped up at the voice. I felt my heart speed up. My eyes widened. The girl tried to stop but, she was too late. She tried to jump off her board to break. The action wasn't too graceful. She smashed into my chest so hard, it resulted in being a human pretzel that had fallen to the ground.

I shook my head with a groan. I looked up and I couldn't help the gasp that fell past my lips. Beautiful green eyes. Gorgeous green eyes that I hadn't seen in months were staring down at me, blood forming on her lips.

Joey.