Runaway [5SOS AU]

13- Ship Teasers

Recap:

"I don't believe you," tears welled up in his eyes without pouring down his face, "you left me for him!"

His face split back into his smirk as he slid the knife across Luke's face without leaving a mark. Luke began to hyperventilate as the knife danced dangerously close to his eye.

Damien looked up at me with smirk that I used to adore and said, "lover boy is going to die..."

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Nina:

"NOOO!!!" I wailed as the knife slid across my friends throat. But Luke didn't drop to the ground. Blood didn't jet out of his neck.

Instead of the knife moving on his skin, Luke pushed Damien's arm a centimetre away in the knick of time. Luke threw back his elbow. Damien's head flew backwards from the impact. The knife flew across the ground and landed at my feet. I picked it up and saw the shiny blade and the unworn leather handle. New and unused.

My eyes flew back to the fight erupting in front of me. Damien threw a punch. Luke dodged. Luke threw a punch back. Damien stumbled backwards in pain.

Damien was angry and it made his fighting sloppy. As soon as it started it was over. Damien was lying on the ground with blood pouring from his nose, a bruising eye and a split lip. Damien turned from anger to fear as Luke knelt next to his face. He didn't have a scratch on him as he stared into the eyes of the boy who put a knife to his throat.

"No one," Luke said in a tone that made the atmosphere twelve degrees cooler, "threatens me and gets away with it."

I saw the side of him that made him the notorious bad boy. I saw the side of him that invoked fear into the boys he met with in the parking lot.

Damien shut his eyes as Luke raised his arm; readying to make a fatal blow. My heart battled with my head as it yearned for Damien like it used to. He wasn't Damien anymore. He was a psychotic lunatic. But maybe- just maybe- he was in there somewhere. Somewhere I could find him.

"STOP!!!" I screamed as I ran to Luke and grabbed his arm. My throat felt dry and raspy.

Luke looked at me and I let go of his arm. He didn't mean to scare me but that was exactly what happened. He looked at me with such ferocity I felt a whimper build in my throat. Luke saw the fear in my eyes and his face softened. He lowered his arm and looked at me apologetically.

"Sorry," he whispered. I couldn't manage words and ended up nodding in reply.

I looked down at Damien to see him with his eyes closed. His chest rose and fell with evenly times breaths.

"Damien," I breathed with worry.

"Don't worry. He's only passed out. He'll wake up in about an hour. We need to go."

"We are not leaving him," I said with more confidence than I thought I owned.

"We have to," Luke said with his pleading blue eyes, "it's the only way we can runaway."

I wanted to keep arguing. I wanted to try and carry him myself. But eventually my mind came to terms with his logic and I nodded my head lowly. My chin hung towards my chest as I stared at my feet and the ground.