who's your daddy? // luke hemmings

trideset i jedan

sotc: tora by jaigantic (galimatias remix)

I was sat in a white room with a table in front of me and handcuffs on my wrists. I had been waiting in this room for a while now, waiting for someone to come in and question me. I was so scared. I already knew that I had to sacrifice for our relationship, but I didn't know what. A woman in a suit and a man in a police uniform walked in.

"Hello, Hannah, I'm Marge. I'm just going to ask you a few questions, okay?" I shrugged and nodded as she sat down.

"So, you and Luke are in a relationship. What kind of relationship?"

"We love each other."

"Honey, is it sexual?" I froze. "Have you had intercourse with this man?" I shook my head. "But you were going to?" I nodded. "Okay, and how did you two meet?"

"He was my step-brother."

"Was? Did your parents get divorced?"

"My father died."

"I'm sorry." I shrugged. "How long have you two been together, Hannah?"

"One year."

"Did you have any sexual relations to this man while you were sixteen?" Lie, lie, lie. I remember what the woman in the police car said.

"Not until a couple months after I turned seventeen."

"And was it always consensual?"

"Yes."

"Okay, so cross off rape, molestation, and child sexual abuse." She mumbled to herself and scribbled on her notebook. "And what happened tonight, Hannah, why were the police called?"

"Luke and I went with our friends on a boat getaway for the weekend, and we were, um, by ourselves on the deck. We were dancing and things got, um, heated-"

"You were about to have intercourse?" I nodded. "For the first time, correct?" I nodded again and she scribbled in her notebook. "Okay, go on."

"We were on the couch and a family friend, who is one of my friends parents, walks in. He was so angry and he attacked Luke-"

"What did he do?"

"He-he grabbed him and he shook him and he screamed in his face. I started crying." She nodded and wrote in her notebook. "He called Luke a monster but he isn't a monster." I whispered, wiping a tear off of my cheek. "He got pulled off of Luke and he called the police." She sat for a good minute evaluating and I was shaking.

"Okay, so there were no crimes committed by either of you. The age of consent in Colorado is seventeen, in which you both followed. You technically didn't partake in sexual intercourse, and although you had the intent to, there is no punishment; for it is legal. A relationship between step-siblings doesn't legally count as incest strictly because you two aren't blood related. The only charge we will be making is battery towards the man who attacked Mr. Hemmings." I sighed a great relief and smiled.

"Oh my god, thank you so much. When can I see him?"

"You both should be released soon." She smiled and left the room, the police officer following. I set my forehead on the cold table and sighed. My throat was so dry but I still licked my lips. It felt like hours until a policeman came in to tell me that I could leave, but the clock told me that it had only been six minutes. I shot out of my chair at the news, holding my wrists out for him to uncuff me. He took back his silver cuffs that were nothing like Luke's pink ones and walked me out of the room. I was sat in a chair in the waiting room, and I was told that Luke would be out soon, too. What was taking him so long compared to me?

My chair was almost fallen over because I was sitting so far forward on the chair, shaking my leg out of anxiety as I waited and waited for what felt like hours. Then, the man who I have given my heart, soul, and everything inbetween emerged from the door I did only 5 minutes ago. He was rubbing his eyes, which were very bloodshot and swollen. His knees looked so weak and his hands were so shakey, along with his breathing. I jumped from my chair and hugged him. I hugged him as if I were to never see him again because that was something that almost became reality. I laughed as tears fell from my eyes and I smiled because I couldn't breathe. I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you.

"Jesus Christ." He said, jaggedly. "Don't ever fucking leave me again."

"You can't leave me either!" I whined and he hugged me tighter. "I don't wanna stay here, anymore."

"Me neither. Let's go, little angel." He kissed my forehead. "I'll call Michael to pick us up. We can go back to my apartment." I nodded as we walked out of the police station, finding a bench outside and sitting; feeling the cool, crisp breeze on our skin.