Protect me - Luke Hemmings Punk

0.9 - Come back for me

Everything went dead silent. The smell from the shot filled the whole garage. I didn't dare to turn around. I bet no one did.

I closed my eyes and tried to feel my body from the inside. No, nothing was hurting. I wasn't the one who was shot.

Suddenly the man to my left fell to his knees with a loud bang which made me jump back and collide with a few guys behind me who astonished eyed the shot gang member who fell face down to the floor.

My heart stoppad as I watched the man lying on the floor and soon a red pole appeared around him. I covered my mouth with my hand to stop my small shrieking sound.

Where did the shot come from? It can't be any of Brad's men, so who did it? Someone else must be in here..

Slowly I glanced behind me and saw a smoke floating upwards from the gun that came from the shadows. It was a familiar gun tho.

Suddenly it hit me.

Michael.

"Who's there?!" Brad yelled over my head and glared into the shadows. The gun fell to the ground with a loud bang. Everybody was looking towards the dark walls behind.

"You can't escape, so you better show yourself!"

Suddenly Luke took a step forward. Gibson's men turned their guns from me to Luke in a split second.

Luke glanced at me before rolling his eyes and glaring at Gibson. His expression was cold as ice, not that I wasn't used to that, but this time all Luke's eyes screamed was hate.

"You bring a lot of problems coming here, Hemmings." Gibson said with a smirk. "Especially alone."

Luke let out a snort and rolled his eyes. "What makes you think I'm alone?"

Slowly all three of Luke's gang came out through the shadows. Michael stepped out first with a pale face and sweaty forehead.

His hair was slicked against his skin like he just had a shower. It was pretty obvious that he was the one who killed the man.

Both Ashton and Calum looked like deers in highlights. They expressions said coldness and danger, but their eyes said otherwise. Ashton and I locked eyes for a millisecond before he looked back at Gibson and the tall man next to him.

"Great, looks like we got four for the price of one. Well, that is just an offer I usually can't resist." Brad chuckled and looked between me and Luke.

"She must be important to you if you all four go. We usually catches you in pairs." He chuckled and moved towards me. I tried to take a step back, but the man pointed his gun against my back.

"She isn't." Luke growled through a clenched jaw.

"I bet she is." Brad continued and loaded his gun. He stood only a feet away from me by now. I gulped hard as we stared each other right in the eye. Hungry he licked his lips and raised his hand.

His fingers brushed against my cold skin, from my forehead to my jawline. "Em, why did you leave me?" He mumbled in a serious tone.

I wanted to say it all. I wanted to say that he wrecked me. That he touched me when I said no and begged him to stop. That he locked me up and took away my social life, my friends. I wanted to say it all. But I couldn't.

"I-I didn't feel the same as you did." I whispered.

"Bullshit!" He growled and took a strong grip around my throat with his hand. In a split second all guns around us were pointing at everyone in different direction, but one gun that was pointing towards Brad, was Luke's.