Killer, Killer, Kill Her (A Luke Hemmings Fanfic) {MAJOR EDITING}

Late Night Calls and Another Text

"Friends that could possibly become more. What would prevent that exactly?" She questioned, her eyes lighting up the slightest bit.
"Myself." I whispered.

I would prevent it from happening. The voices would try to help but, they would only ruin it more. Our broken pieces would become shattered, with no hope of repairing themselves. There was always a possibility that she could learn to forgive me. But, why would she? I wrecked any chance we had together. Even if she didn't remember. Maybe it was a good thing that she didn't remember.

There were times when I wished that she would remember something. But, then I realize what she would be recalling and it tears me apart. I don't want her to remember me almost killing her. I don't want her to remember my father and his mistakes. I wanted her to remember that we had had an actual chance of being together. I wanted her to remember her feelings towards me. I wanted her back.

I needed her back.

"Of course you need her back, Luke. You can't stand the thought of being alone."

"Poor little Luke. So alone. So afraid. So stupid."

"You let her get away. You can't do anything right. Nothing."

Their words were harsh and cut me deep to the core. They were right. I had let her get away. But, I was slowly getting her back. I was going to get her back. I had to get her back. Right?

Maybe I would just let her be the one that got away and be done with her. The only problem? I knew I needed her. I knew I couldn't let her slip through my fingers again. I couldn't do it. I was going to get her back because she was my  victim. And my victims never get away. They never stay away either.

They always came back.

Joey may be the one who got away but, I was going to get her back. I knew I was. And the voices seemed to know it too. I was going to obey their orders. As much as I hated to obey.

"Luke?" She whispered.

My head snapped up at her words and my stomach twisted itself into a dozen intricate, delicate knots. My heart thundered inside of my chest. A sheen of sweat started to show on my forehead. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. What was she going to say to me? What was she going to do? What was I going to do?

"Yes?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"What are you thinking about?" She questioned me. The question itself caught me off guard. Like most of the things she said and did. Everything about this girl made me second guess myself.

"Everything."

"Can you tell me? You don't have to if you don't want to."

"Just about everything that has happened between us. The fights and the worrying. The questions and the uncertainty."

She nodded and I watched as she played with her hands. The new Joey was awkward. The old Joey wouldn't have been afraid to speak her mind. I liked that Joey a lot better. And there was one haunting question that sent my heart into a terrible frenzy.

Would that Joey ever come back to me?

The conversation repeated itself over and over inside my head. I ran over every word, dissected each sound. Each letter. I wanted to understand the meaning behind her actions. I wanted to understand what she had been thinking. Find something I could have missed beforehand.

The conversation was heartfelt and a little unusual. I was so afraid that I would say the wrong thing. That I would slip up. I couldn't afford to do anything like that in front of Joey. If I did, it would destroy everything that I had tried so hard to build up. But, then again... I wrecked everything.