Murderer

16

I couldn't fall asleep that night.  I rolled over on my side to check the clock that was next to my bed.  It read 3:09 am.  

I let out a sigh and rolled onto my back so I was staring at the ceiling.  All that I could think of was being able to my family's faces when I get home tomorrow; or today actually.  I wonder how Liv was.  I wonder what they will say when they see me.  My body ached to be in my loving family's arms and as of now, I can't wait to get home.  I can't wait to play with my soccer team again and see Liv.  

Life was going to be great when I get home; soccer, graduation, college, my family... the list goes on and on, except my thought were brought back to Luke.  He told me he loved me but he didn't mean it. How could someone say that they love a person and not truly mean it?  

I should've known.  He's a fucking murderer and lies everyday of his life.  He's cold hearted and I should've not even gotten close to him.  The pain that ached in my heart can't be fixed and I never had this feeling before.  Love sucks and that's final. 

"Rayne, wake up."  Someones harsh voice was shaking me violently.  

I opened my eyes slowly to find Luke staring at me.  

"Wake up I said."  His voice was mean.  It was back to the way it was when he first kidnapped me.  

"Get away from me!"  I yelled and shook his hands off my body.  

"Cut the shit,"  He spit and pulled me out of my bed so hard that I thought my arm came out of its socket.  

I stood up straight and looked at him in the eyes.  

"What are you doing it's 4:30 in the morning."  I said angrily, "I'm going back to bed."  

I crawled back into bed and laid down so my back was to him.  

He sighed.  

"Fine we'll do it my way."  He said in a pissed off voice.  

"What do you mean,"  I said annoyed and began to turn over to face him again, but my movement was stopped at the too familiar feeling of a cold, black gun tip pressed to my head.  I lost my breath.  "Luke what are you doing."  I whispered.  

"Get up."  He said all too calmly.  

I slowly got up and out of bed; careful to not make any fast movements since he had a gun pressed to my head.  

Once I stood up, he looked me right in the eyes.  

"Walk downstairs,"  He commanded motioning to the door.  

I took a deep breath and walked out into the hallway and down the stairs; the whole time the gun was pressed to my head and Luke walked behind me.  I was careful to be very quiet since it was so early in the morning and I didn't want to wake the rest of the boys.  

"You don't have to be quiet.  Mike, Cal, and Ash are out taking care of some business.  It's just me and you and no one will hear you scream."  

"What?"  I said nervously.  

He just let out a low chuckle and took the gun away from my head and put it back into his pocket.  He grabbed my arm so tight and started leading me past the kitchen and through a door to a dark stairway that led downstairs.  

I stayed quiet as we walked down the long flight of stairs through the dark.  Once we got to the bottom, he flipped on the lights and I was amazed yet scared with what I saw.  

Safes were everywhere with huge locks on them.  All different types of guns were all lined up on the walls and a glass cabinet was full of syringes.  

He started walking towards the cabinet.  

"Luke what are you gon-"  

"Listen Rayne.  I'm not going to risk you telling anyone about my gang.  I'm never going to jail and I can't trust you to keep your mouth shut when the police find you.  I'm gonna give you a shot that will erase your memory from the past month."  He said staring me in the eyes; showing no emotion.

"Luke I wouldn't tell anyone.  I don't want to forget you and some of the great times we had."  I said as tears began to well in my eyes.  

"I can't take that chance.  We're done and you need to move on."  He said as he tightened the grip on my wrist.  

"You said you loved me!"  I yelled as tears fell down my eyes.  

"Well I'm sorry Rayne!"  He said yelling back at me, "We had fun times but-but it's over."  

"You're a bastard."  I said through gritted teeth.  

"What did you call me?"  He questioned raising an eyebrow.  

"Bastard."  I said calmly, "I called you a bastard."  

"Listen to me," he said bringing his face close to mine, "You're just lucky I didn't kill you."  

I didn't respond.  He moved his face away from mine and opened the cabinet fixing a syringe with a clear liquid in it.

"Please don't.  Please."  I said crying.  

He looked at me one last time before pushing the hair away from my neck and cleaning my skin with alcohol; preparing the needle to enter my body.  

"No!"  I screamed and tried to get away, but he pushed me hard back to the wall; pinning me down.  

"It has to be done."  He said clenching his jaw and reaching for the syringe.  

He closed his eyes for a second then injected the clear liquid into my body.  

"I'm sorry Rayne," He whispered very quietly.  

It burned like hell as it entered my body; I screamed and screamed for him to stop but he wouldn't.  

Suddenly, the syringe hit the ground still with half the liquid remaining in it as I heard yelling and loud footsteps.  

"Put your hands in the air and step away from the girl!"