Bullied by Luke hemmings [Discontinued]‭

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An; I actually managed to update. Yay! Tried to make this one a little longer. Please let me know what you think in the comments
Hemmo xx

Luke's PoV
I was more than surprised when she gently shoved the door open wider and stepped back, allowing me space to walk in. I glanced up at her for a second (she was standing high on the doorstep) to see she looked just as confused by her actions but she still didn't slam the door in my face. Why?

I had been nothing but horrible to her, beating her to a bloody pulp at every opoutunity I got. Now, she finally had the opportunity to strike back and make me pay for the horrible things I did to her. She could have made me pay for every hit, for every punch, for every single piercing word I threw at her but instead, she opened the door to let me in.

I slipped in the house before she changed her mind once and for all. The sound of her shutting the door behind me was enough to make me jump up high in the air. The sound reminded me of him, how he used to lock me up in the wardrobe for nights at a time. I hated that so much but sadly it was a sound I had become used to over the years.

Katherine gripped on tightly to my hand, pulling me upstairs. At first, I was a little weirded out by this as for one thing, the hateful actions of my stepdad caused me to flinch away from anyone unfamiliar touching my exposed skin and two, she was leading me upstairs. I will admit, it was no secret that I had been lead in this direction by a few girls before but this was different. Katherine wasn't pulling me up harshly because she was gagging for me, she was helping me carefully, slowing down on the account of my limp.

Finally, we reached the top of the stairs and she pulled me along the corridor, pushing open the second door with her foot to reveal a white bathroom. It was quite a small room with a porcelain sink with two silver taps. The bath was big and lots of luscious bath-bombs and soaps lined the side of it. It all looked so clean, the floor shining slightly. It must be nice to have parents who cared enough to always clean up and make your home worth living in. My house was a tip, litter and various items of shit lining each and every room except my own. My room was the one thing the beast hadn't managed to take over.

Katherine closed the toilet lid and gently pushed me down onto it, so I was sat on it. I did nothing to stop her, for some reason she seemed to know what she was doing.

She opened the bathroom cupboard and reached up until she grasped a first aid kit. She pulled it down at opened it, undoing both the metal class before hand.

She grabbed a cream and pulled up my sleeves hesitantly, as though I was going to slap her away, on any other circumstance I would but how could I when she was helping me? 

Her eyes widened when she saw the self inflicted wounds that lined my arms but thankfully she didn't say anything. This was already awkward enough for the both of us.

" ok, this cream is going to sting a little Luke but I need to clean your arm before infection sets in. If it hurts to much, just let me know and I'll stop for a while until you want me to start again" she suggested, her voice shaky yet earnest. She really wanted to help me, she really meant it. I nodded slightly, letting her know I would, she shot me a weak, half-hearted grin before applying a thick layer of the translucent cream to my arms. I tried to bite back the pain as the awful gel slipped into the first cut. I reminded myself that it was doing something good for me but it still killed. I didn't cry out though, because I knew from experience what happened if I did. It just motivated him to hurt me further.

She applied more and as some more slipped into my fresh cuts, I couldn't help but hiss slightly in pain. I quickly clamped my hand over my mouth in an attempt to shush my pathetic whines, but she had already heard. She warily looked up, a little shocked until she understood why my hand was clamped tight over my mouth.

" Luke, if it hurts, you can cry out, you do know that?" She questioned and I just nodded, reminding myself that Katherine wasn't my stepdad and she wasn't going to hurt me like he did. The next time she applied the cream, I didn't even bother to hold back my pain but she didn't seem to mind as she expertly bandaged my arm

" your arms all done Luke, I'm just going to sort out your face and wash some of the blood off. Is that okay?" She asked, looking at me through wide eyes

" if that's okay " I replied stiffly, sounding like a robot. I couldn't help it, my throat felt like it had saw dust lodged deep in the back of it.

She nodded swiftly before putting the lid back on the awful cream, setting it back into the first aid kit and bringing out her new tool, some wipes for my battered and bruised face.

She wrung the wipe a few times before gently reaching up and dabbing my face carefully, so she didn't hurt it. I hissed lightly as she dabbed at a particularly sensitive spot.

" don't worry Luke, you're being incredibly brave" she cooed. I put my head back, just staring contentedly at the ceiling as she continued, it was nice it feel as though somebody care about me for once. It was nice for somebody to help me at my most vulnerable, especially when I didn't deserve their help. I didn't deserve anyone's help, I brought all of this upon myself, I did provoke him after all. But out of all the people, I least deserved Katherine's help. But she gave me it anyway, not complaining once.

" why are you helping me?" I blurted out, unable to keep in the question that had been burning in the back of my mind for much longer.

" because Luke, I know what it's like to hurt and the worst part is watching people you thought were your neighbours walk past and do nothing to help you. I couldn't even wish that upon the devil himself" she admitted sadly, avoiding eye contact with me.

" I'm sorry" I mumbled softy,meaning every word. Sadly, I said it so quietly  she didn't hear me.

" Luke, who did this to you?" She asked me gesturing to the bruising on my face.

" no one, I-I tripped" I stammered, repeating the answer that he had drilled into me from an early age, we both knew what would happen if I told.

" you are a terrible liar Lucas Robert Hemings" she declared, using my full name just like she used to when she was deadly serious. What? We had been close friends at one point.

" I can't tell you" I mumbled truthfully

" Luke, I can help, we can stop them" she begged but I interrupted before she could continue.

" nobody can help me, don't you get that? I can't tell anyone about him because if I did, I would be dead. So don't sit there and even say that because you have no idea what it's like to be me. D you think I enjoy being this powerless? Do you think I like being able to do nothing as he beats me up every day of my pathetic existence whilst I beg him to stop and cry my eyes out? But I guess you wouldn't know what that feels like" I exploded, screaming at the one person in the world who was trying to help me.

She dropped the tissue to her side.

" Luke, get out" she said spoke, her voice merely a whisper.

Katherine's PoV
   When he described what getting beaten up by the mystery person felt like, he basically described how I felt when he beat me up. I couldn't take it anymore, him thinking he could accuse me of not knowing what it felt like. Because I did and it was all his fault.