Abuse // 5sos (Book 1 & 2)

Chapter 17: Going Home

(I did a me reacting to comments at the bottom)

Luke's POV

Not now. Not when Emerald was dying. Not when I was about to... nevermind.

Ugh stupid paparazzi.

Emerald's eyes widened and she zipped up her jacket. A part of me wondered how it felt to be her right now. She was stripped of clothing, except for my jacket, covered in marks and bruises and in a car with a person she hates... or should, after she realizes my true intentions.

About 50 people stood in the front of my car. I could open the windows and risk conversation or run over them.

I sighed. I wouldn't mind running over them, but Emerald clearly would.

I rolled the windows down carefully. "Yes..."

"Luke how was th- Oh my god, Emerald are you ok?"

"Does she look ok?" I spoke through gritted teeth.

Emerald squished my palm, as if to say, don't say something you'll regret

"What happened?" The microphone was brought closer to my face.

There were people on Emerald's side, but I wasn't going to let her talk to anyone, not in this state.

"Someone kidnapped her and uh yeah."

"So you're blaming this on Taylor's security?"

"No, I'm not blaming this on anyone. Please get out of my way."

"But if she was mor-"

Emerald spoke up, her quiet voice magnified by the microphones. "It was my fault. I should have been more careful. I mean Taylor can't control who leaps in through the window, right?" Did she really believe that?

"Oh, ok but how did he or she hurt you?"

"Can you not see my girlfriend is in pain? All I can say is that he hurt her and she needs a hospital so get out of the damn way before I run you over."

She smiled, but her annoyance was clear in her voice. "I'm sorry, he didn't mean that. He is j-"

They were on my last nerve. "I did mean that. Now move." I looked straight into the man's gray eyes.

He snapped his fingers and all the cameras were off. He came close to my ear, "But if you ran me over, what would you lovely fans think? So I suggest you answer my damn questions." Never in my 10 years of dealing with paparazzi did I ever encounter that.

I realized I had two options. Argue or talk.

"Don't" Emerald's small voice came out.

I huffed. "But I really want to." I sound like a 5 year old begging for candy at the candy store.

She didn't reply, but she was trembling from pain.

That was my last straw. I pressed on the accelerator. I don't know how many people I pushed out of my way and I don't know how many people I killed.

"Luke?"

"What? I am done with their shit, okay?"

"Okay." she looked like she had given up.

"I'm sorry, how are you feeling?"

"Better." she lied. I decided to let her.

"Good."

"W-Would you mind coming home with me? Because you know, you're like um... hurt?" My cheeks flushed.

"Yeah, sure." she chuckled, but she was still uncomfortable.