Mrs All American // Luke Hemmings, 5SOS

Chapter 13 // Crazy

A rush of heat surrounded my body. I opened my eyes to reveal fire surrounding me; my eyes burned with the bright flames. "Luke!" I yelled, coughing through the smoke. "LUKE!" My uncoordinated feet tripped over themselves as I stumbled across the living room, screaming Luke's name at the top of my voice. I saw him standing in the middle of the smoke-ridden kitchen among the blackened furniture. But instead of looking worried, he had his usual smirk. His eyes were glazed. My, presumably watery, eyes were drawn to his hand, which was holding something that made me gasp.

A lit match.

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I woke up a screaming mess, my hair in knots and my eyes streaming. I clamped my eyes shut and my hands to my ears, shaking my head back and forth. I couldn't stop screaming, the sounds just falling from my mouth uncontrollably.

All of a sudden, the sheets were pulled over me, stopping just under my chin, strapping me down to the bed. A weight fell on top of me, making me wheeze and stop struggling and yelling.

"Jeez, Kaya! What just happened?!" Luke shouted, his eyes wide and bloodshot. He, I saw, was sat on top of me.

"Luke... I... Can't... Breathe..." I managed to push out. He hopped off me, startled, sitting down next to me instead.

"Erm, sorry." He scratched his neck awkwardly. "Answer my question."

"I-It was nothing, really," I mumbled. "Sometimes I get night terrors. No biggie." I shrugged, picking at my nail. It was true, and there was really no point in getting Luke worried. I was well used to it and they didn't scare me so much anymore, but the one I just awoke from was obviously a little more serious. Luke looked at me, unconvinced.

"Uh, no, that was kind of big. You scared me, like, a lot!" He said, getting all worked up. He ran his calloused hands through his contrastingly soft hair, his nose twitching. He did that when he was nervous, I realised.

"Luke, I'm fine." Okay, that was a lie, but he was already majorly freaking out and I wanted him to chill.

"KAYA! No! That's not normal!" He screeched. "You need help or something, that can't keep happening."

I snapped. "Help? I need help?!" I shouted. How dare he?! He had no right to tell me what I needed. "Sorry, I didn't know you were a doctor, Luke." I scoffed.

He rolled his eyes, trying to catch my hands, but I pulled them back, disgusted with him. "Look, I'm trying to help you-"

"I said I don't need help. Luke, I'm not crazy." I started to shake, anger rising within me with the memories I'd repressed for years.

Oh, look! It's crazy Kaya!

Kaya, you're so weird... What's wrong with you?

Dude, that's fucking messed up! You're mental!

Kaya estás loco! Controle sus acciones, jovencita! (When I had a panic attack in Spanish)

I'd dealt with that for years. I came here for a new start, but that evidently wasn't gonna happen any time soon. My past wasn't escapable.

"Shit, Kaya, you know I never said that-" He reached for me as I left the bed. "Kaya! Ba-"

"Save it." I spat. He kept trying to grab me, his arms flailing. Eventually, he succeeded, pulling me into his arms. I struggled to escape, but his strong biceps held me close.

"Let me go." I muttered into his pajama top, my voice muffled.

"Ha. No." He chuckled, chin on my head.