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

I Deserved That (Redone)

"I am so sorry! I tried to stop! Are you alright?" She asked.

I couldn't form a single word. My mind went into overdrive. She was there. I shook my head.

"Oh my gosh! Come on, talk to me dude! Are you alright?" She spoke louder. I was worrying her.

"I'm fine." I whisper.

She held out her hand and helped me up. My legs wobbled as I stood. I brushed off my clothes, my hands shaking. It was true. She didn't remember me. If she did... If she did she wouldn't be helping me. Let alone talking to me. I had caused her to lose her memory. And now, she didn't remember.

She was better. I noticed a few scars that were already starting to fade. They were just a reminder that I had almost gotten her killed. And it hadn't even been of my own accord. He had almost killed her. She should be afraid of me. But, she wasn't. She should be screaming at me. But, she isn't.

"Oh thank goodness." She sighed. "What's your name?"

"Luke. And you are?"

"I'm Joey!"

My heart clenched in pain when she flashed me a smile. Her teeth were white and straight. Her smile reached her eyes. I never thought I'd see that smile again. I never thought I'd be the cause for that smile.

"Hi, Joey." I whispered.

And then I was stupid. I was so incredibly stupid. I stepped forward and I kissed her. Something came over me and I kissed her. Did I mention that it was because I was so incredibly stupid? Well, I was.

She shoved me away, pure fury etched onto her perfect face. She wiped at her mouth as if I had given her some sort of disease. Which I probably had. I knew that she didn't remember me. But, I couldn't shake the thought that maybe I could make her remember. And the plan backfired.

"You jerk! I don't know who the heck you think you are! How dare you!" Joey screamed.

And then she kicked me. Pain shot through me as I doubled over in shock. The pain traveled through me and settled into my stomach. I groaned as I fell to the ground. Guess I deserved that one. And a thousand times more considering all the pain I had caused her.

I watched as she glared at me. Straightening up, I put my hands out in front of me. I bit my lip and shook my head. Taking a step back, I ran.

I was nothing but a coward. I took off, leaving her behind. I didn't deserve to throw myself back into her life like that. It wasn't right of me. I knew that. But, seeing her again had sent a wave of hurt through me. I missed her. And I knew that things would never be the same.

I shouldn't have gotten so close to her. She should have been like every other one of my victims. But, she wasn't. I had never wanted someone as much as her. And now I was paying the price. Just like I always did.

My head was crowded. There were so many voices telling me what I should and shouldn't do. I was used to it. I was used to losing sleep and clenching my teeth in pain. It was normal. It was something that was a part of me. My mind was cramped. I was hurt and confused. I was masochistic and psychotic. I was angry and happy. What was I thinking? Were my thoughts even my own anymore?

What happened to my plan? My plan had crumbled and shattered into a thousand tiny shards of glass. My plan had been perfect but, it had its flaws. Flaws that left me hunched over in so many different doses of pain. My plan was wrecked. And now, I wasn't sure what I was going to do.

I had it in my mind that I was going to get her to fall in love with me and then that would make it easier for her to become my victim. I had planned her to be my victim from the beginning. I had planned it. I had one through it a million times. Etching every single idea into my twisted head. I had armed myself with every possible outcome. Every possible outcome except one. One that I refused and pushed away. I had never planned on falling for her. But, I did. I fell for her in every way possible.