White Noise {punk l.h. au} Sequel to "Colours {punk l.h. au}"

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day 6282638 and im still not dating luke hemmings, also this chap might be very confusing and a lot to take in but it's bc it's when shit starts to get so real

The only thing running through my mind was if Luke was going to be okay. I didn't even care what happened to me at this point. I knew that if Luke was safe, I would be alright.

The door opened, and I quickly shot up from Luke's twin bed and ran over. I saw Luke entering the room with his hood up and a cigarette hanging from his plump lips. I quickly attacked him with a rib crushing hug, and he embraced me back even tighter.

"What happened?" Was all I could think about to ask first.

I'm hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst.

He took the cigarette out from his mouth and held it in between his two fingers. He brushed past me and kicked off his black converse that matched his all black attire.

"I bailed Ashton out." He replied simply and walked over to the window. I watched him as he opened it up and lit his cigarette, "Where is he?"

"At his girlfriend's." He answered shortly.

I watched in silence, as he blew the smoke out the window and flicked off the ashes before reconnecting the stick with his lips. I watched until I couldn't take it anymore. I snatched the cigarette from his lips and took a drag.

He grabbed it from me and gave me a condescending look before putting the light out and tossing it outside, "I think we're in the clear now." He spoke up after a few seconds of not talking.

"What do you mean?"

"Charlie is in jail. As long as he stays there, you're safe."

***

Walking down the all too familiar hallway, I mustered up the courage to knock on the door which I used to call mine. With one bag in my other hand, I withdrew my knocking hand and moved it down to my side as I waited for the door to open. Holding back the tears I just had previously shed, I forced myself to lock eyes with the person behind the door.

The brown, curly haired man looked me up and down before opening the door all the way. I felt my bottom lip start to quiver when I came to terms with my emotions once again. I let a single tear roll down my cheek, "I'm so sorry." My voice broke mid sentence.

I watched as his shoulder slump when he let out a sigh that he was holding in. I dropped my bag on the floor and forced myself into his embrace, "I'm so sorry, Caleb." I repeated with my voice muffed into his clothed chest. His pair of strong arms hesitantly wrapped their way around the small of my back. I felt his chin rest on the top of my head as we continued to hug.

He said nothing. I really didn't expect him to anyways.

He removed his arms from around me to grab the bag I had dropped a few moments prior. I gave a swift look to my right looking down the hall before entering the apartment I used to call mine. With both of us silent, I followed him to the bedroom where he plopped my bag down on the perfectly made bed.

He was about to leave before I grabbed his hand making him stay, "Caleb-"

He quickly interrupted me, "Look, Rebecca. I let you inside, but it doesn't mean I forgive you." He spoke sternly while allowing his hand to slip out of my grasp.

It was the first time in days I had heard his voice. It was bittersweet. I was so glad to see him again, but he looked so broken. And I did that to him. I caused this all of his pain.

"I understand." I whispered, barely audible.

"I'll be on the couch." He said while taking the spare pillow and spare blanket from the closet. I nodded in response, "Thank you, Caleb." I called out.

As soon as he disappeared into the hallway, I stood up and closed the door locking me inside the bedroom-

"Luke, I don't want to do this." I was on the verge of tears inside Luke's car parked down the street from where Caleb and mine's apartment is. Luke reached for my shaking hands and forced me to look into his baby blue eyes, "I need you to, baby."

I tried shaking the memories from earlier out of my head, but I couldn't. My heart was breaking, and I felt like I were going to die. The only other time I've felt like this was when I found out Luke was joining the military seven years ago. It was all too much for me.

I felt so fucking alone.

"I want to be with you." I cried.

He reached up to push a strand of hair behind my ear and let his fingers dance along the lining of my jaw, "Listen to me, it's not safe for you to be with me."

"I don't care! We'll move away. We can go to Philadelphia! Remember when you-"

"Rebecca, I need you to go. Please, I'm begging you."

I reached for the lock on the bedroom door again and unlocked it. I twisted the doorknob and pushed my body weight against it to let myself out of the room.

"No, I'm not letting Charlie ruin what he have again. Please, don't make me go." I climbed over to the driver's side to straddle his lap. I held his face in my hands and rested my forehead against his, "Don't you love me?" I asked in a shaky voice.

I walked towards the living room where Caleb was sitting on the couch watching tv. The only thing running through my mind was how the love of my life just dropped me out of his life...again. For the same exact reason.

Charlie was out of prison. And he was looking for me.

"I'm doing this because I love you." He told me. I was not convinced. I only got angry.

"You always run out on me when things get hard for you. Don't do this to me again, Luke." I practically begged.

I whipped around the corner of the couch and instantly swung my right leg over Caleb's lap. I lowered myself onto his lap and tore my shirt off before slamming my lips onto his.

"I'm sorry, Rebecca." Were the last words he said before he left me. Only this time, he probably wasn't coming back for me.

wanted to come back with a bang
love you my pretties