Rejects // Luke Hemmings [au]

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December 25th, 1956

3:15 pm

-Luke's POV-

Sitting in the cafeteria, I observe the decorations. Lights are strung up around and mistletoe hangs from some corners of the room. Honestly, I don't think it's exactly appropriate to promote patients kissing each other here, but whatever.

In the patients closet, Michael and I both picked out nice suits to wear. Everyone seems to be dressed rather fancy, so we decided it would be best. The slick black jacket and slacks feel odd against my skin, and especially the tie. I haven't worn close like these since... Never mind. I don't want to think about her.

Violet picked out a beautiful dress. It's white with black lace covering it, only having one shoulder. She looks sexy as fuck, and honestly, I'd like to rip the dress off of her. But I'd never tell her that.

"I wish she'd realize he's not as great as she thinks he is" Michael tells me, chowing down on another one of his disgusting cookies. We sit at one of the tables, watching the very few people who actually show up chat to each other. Violet is the light of the room, and everyone knows it. She has this vibes that comes off of her that just makes everyone feel better, but still insists on hanging out with Ashton.

She could do so much better, like me for example. The only problem is, I can't afford a diamond necklace, let alone any of the things she deserves. He's rich, and has so much ahead of him, while here I am in a fucking asylum until I die.

I don't even know how people have fun today. In case they forgot, they're in probably the worst place in California, and they don't get to see their families. I should have just stayed in my cell, because sitting alone with the sounds of insane people is much better than watching Ashton and Violet have a flirt fest, while sitting next to a smelly motherfucker. Okay, he's not that bad, but I'm just having a shitty day.

I watch the way Ashton brings Violet close for a hug, and gives me a smirk, knowing it's causing my blood to boil. I would kill him if I could, and I might as well, seeing as I'll be here regardless. His hands slide down to the small of her back, causing my blood pressure to rise. He says something in her ear that I can't make out and takes her hand, walking towards the cafeteria doors with her.

"Stay here, don't tell the guards where I'm going" I tell Michael. I think I might of scared him, because his eyes grow wide and he stops chewing when he hears my tone. Strange guy, but nice, I guess.

I wait for all the guards to be looking away to walk towards the doors they just walked through, and as quickly as I can, I walk through them, praying no one saw. I look to my left then to my right, noticing there are three ways they could've gone, and I don't know where any of these go to.

Turning the corner, I spot the two of them, chatting in the hallway. Ashton's still holding her hand, putting me slightly on edge. He says something to her, causing her to blush, then pulls her closer. Just as he's about to kiss her, my feet start pounding against the floor, and I push his body away from hers.

"What the fuck?" I yell, looking back at Violet, who's eyes are wide.

"Luke?" She says, looking at Ashton, then back to me.

"You're so fucking stupid, Violet! I've told you a million times that he's no good, and here you are, sneaking off with him!" I yell, walking closer to her, causing her to stumble backwards. I don't exactly know what my intentions are here, but I know that soon I will lose control.

"Get the fuck away from her" Ashton raises his voice at me, pushing me away.

"Don't touch me you piece of shit" I spit, now moving closer to him, "I swear to god I'll kill you if you touch me or her again"

"That won't be the first time killing someone, will it?" Ashton laughs, giving me a cocky smirk.

With that being the last straw, I swing at his face, but he dodges, and pushes me onto the ground, punching my face to the point where I can see blood on his fists. As much as I try to fight, he comes back with an even harder blow to the face. I can hear Violet screaming our names, but she's not my main focus.

"If you touch her again, I will fucking rip you apart! Do you hear me!?" Ashton screams in my face. Thankfully, Calum and a few other guards come running to my aid. Maybe not exactly to my aid, but at least they get him off of me. Of course, since I'm the patient and he's the warden's son, I'll be the one to get punished.

As the guards pull me off the ground, I look at Violet, who is crying, and then to Ashton, who's face I spit in, causing the guards to handle me even harder.

-

-Violet's POV-

What I saw today, was something I'd never want to see again. I can't say I'm mad at either of them, but confused and scared. I really thought Ashton might actually kill Luke, but thankfully the guards came before it could've gotten any worse.

I'm scared of what they'll do to Luke, but I'm even more scared that since Ashton's the warden's son, they'll have him moved to another facility. Now that I've had him here, I don't know if I could make it, living here without him. It's so clear that I've changed since he came here, and I know that without him, I may go off the deep end. I sound so selfish, but I don't want it for him either. As bad as it may be here, I've heard stories from other people about the places they've been, and the kind of people they see, and it's something I would never wish on my worst enemy.

After it happened, I got Calum to take me back to my cell, where Ashton came and apologized a million times while I sat in the corner, crying my eyes out. I don't know why it affected me so much, but I don't think you'd want to see two of the only four people you love tell each other they'd kill each other.

The sound of the large metal doors opening causes me to lift my head from leaning against my arms on my legs, as I sit next to the bars. I watch as Calum and another guard named James help Luke into his bed. He looks terrible, but thats not surprising if he's just gone through shock therapy. Hopefully, that's the worst he got.

"He's gonna be messed up for a couple days" Calum scratches the back of his neck, obviously not happy with what he'd just had to do, "I'm sorry Violet"

I dismiss him with a sad nod, and continue to watch Luke, who's beaten face looks even worse in the moonlight.

A couple of groans later, I hear him say something, "Even when I can't think straight, you're the only thing on my mind. You're the best and worst fucking thing thats ever happened to me"

I'm not exactly sure how I feel about what he's said. He says I'm the best thing, but also the worst. I've caused him this pain, I've put him through hell, but I've also made him happy. It makes no sense.

Does he hate me? Perhaps he didn't mean the first part, and just wanted to soften the blow of telling me he doesn't want to be friends anymore. Me being 'the worst fucking thing that's ever happened to him' ? That hurts.

Another groan leaves his lips, followed by one sentence that changes me completely. "But I'm in fucking love with you regardless"