Give It Time (BadBoy Luke Fanfic)

Fifteen

Jensens POV.

I turned around violently after a harmful noise came from not too far away.

Smells of burning hot metal reached my nose, and the sound of skidding tires on the slick road made me feel waves of nausea.

My feet once again took over my body sending me running in that direction from where it came from.

I couldn't help but think what could have happen, and who could have been involved it the accident. I didnt want to think it. I didn't want worse thoughts to take over my brain. If worst comes to worst I know who it would be.

I was afraid of that. I didnt want it to be Luke. Hell, I didn't want it to be anyone.

I arrived to a black vehicle torn in half. The inside contained someone.

The sight of blonde hair and black skids on the skin made me sick.

I felt hopeless. Falling to my knees, tears swelling in my eyes, I slammed my fists down into the muddy grass.

I made my way over to Luke, crawling, barely able to move my body due to its instability and shaking.

"Luke" I tried to say. But it came out as a helpless whimper. My voice was raspy and closed over from how much I was bawling.

"Luke" I repeated in tears.

"LUKE" I said over and over again until it turned to screams.

I heard faint sounds of sirens coming down the highway.

I was still lying on the road next to the broken glass pawing at Luke.

Eyes over whelmed with sobby blobs off tears and every single waking part of my body aching for Luke. I mess a mess. But no, I was his mess. A mess for him. And he was a mess for me.

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Paramedics rushed over towards the two smashed up cars on the lonely soaked road. I could hear voices but my eyes were now shut not able to open.

"Are you hurt?" I heard a comforting but strong voice say.

"N-o" I was whimering again.

"Nn-No" I said more evenly this time over the air I was gasping for.

"Please can you try and stand up?" They asked me.

I nodded my head but my legs werent able to function. I was too emotionally drained for anything.

Another person walked over and assited the voice who was speaking to me, sit me on the curb.

They questioned me, and I told them everything I knew while having to take breaks between sentences, heaving in air and sniffling.

They went back over to the ambulance and said there were 2 boys as victims in the crash. One conscious and the other not.

My eyes jolted upward. 2 boys. I got up stumbling my way towards the ambulance as I see a black haired boy being put into the back on a stretcher.

Calum.