Mess Around | Luke Hemmings FanFic

December 2nd.

Yes we're almost done(pun intended) no there's no pregnancy trope(I never really minded them) but my next book is sort of like a time jump(I'm watching one piece and it reminded me)

"Where are you going?" Daniel squints at me. "To find a ring for Atlas- no. I'm going on my own."

"You're lying to me that's why. Where are you going Luke?" I rolled my eyes. "To feed a little dog my father's dying body."

"No way? Poor dog- it's not a dog. Did you find Sam?" I nodded. "I did."

"He's been missing for months." I smiled. "You sick bastard. Why are you keeping your dad alive?"

"He hurt Atlas. I'm not giving him an easy death." He takes a deep breath in. "Okay. Hey do you know if- John like, truly hates me? He says he despises me and he never answers me but then yesterday the guy at the store said I was weird and John threatened his life and so I'm conflicted."

"John is a strange man. If I knew him then I'd get him a better birthday present. You are the only person that knows him. You and Atlas. Talking about boys with your daughter is always a pinnacle point in a girls life right?"

"I guess. Sorry." I close the door, leaning against the wall. "John went through a lot as a kid Daniel. You have to understand that his family were very southern and very disgusting. He's not used to this sort of life. You wanting to be around him without any sort of 'reward' isn't something he's used to. Give him time. Let him know that you care. Ask Atlas about that part though because I know nothing. Also- tell her to stay away from my food, it's mine."

"Is it people?" He squints. "It is not. It is just mine. I want it. Also tell her that there's flowers being sent and not to answer, pick them up and take them in to the kitchen then she can have them."

"Why can't she pick them up?" He laughed. "Because she doesn't work for them. I'm not making her do things before she has them. They should just be there- don't tell her about them. Just put them in the kitchen."

"What flowers?" He was asking like I didn't know. "Lilies. They're pink today, because she's wearing pink. Tell her I said she looks pretty."

I did eventually get out of the house. The drive was quiet but needed. All he does is shout. So I had to put him in a muzzle. A good one. It's pink.

He hates it. Sam thinks it's cute. "You are one arm down and Sam is quite full. I may have to start baking you now."

"Please just kill me." I tap his nose with the blade. "Would that make you feel better?"

"Yes." He says, like I'd said I would do it. "Then I'm afraid I will have to continue down this path. This treacherous, cannibalistic path."

"Why are you doing this? Please just kill me. I hate this." I scoffed. "Selfish much. I hate this too. I haven't seen my wife in two days due to your mess. Ruining your life is so much harder to do in real time. I miss my wife."

"I hope she dies." He was trying to make me kill him quicker. But it wasn't happening.

"I'm sure the feeling is fucking mutual you stupid slut." He was starting to piss me for now. I think I wanted to be done. But I had so much I had to do. "Sam, would you like a pie?"

"Yes please." Maybe if I bake them I could just pretend my life was in order. "Wonderful."
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"Save me. I'm hopeless and I'm sad. I need you to undress me." I said, falling onto her as she lies in bed. "You have been out for two days and this is your opening sentence?"

"Would you like me to be vulgar? Or do you prefer it in French? How do I please you? How do I please you into pleasing me?"

I hold her face in my overly washed hands. Kissing her slowly trying to move slowly as if it was my first time. "We don't have to have sex, I just want to feel you close to me. I need you to make me feel better."