Protect me - Luke Hemmings Punk

1.0 - To get you back

Luke's P.O.V

The whole car ride home, my jaw was clenched and I could feel my teeth crack. I knew we had to go back right away, but my bleeding back and pouding head made me wince in pain. I knew we couldn't. She was gone. I was lying in the back of the car while Calum drove us home. We were hurt.

"Breathe Luke." Calum demanded and looked at me. I clenched my jaw and glared back at him. How could I breath? How could I even be alive at a time like this?

"I'm fucking trying Calum, but it's not that damn easy!" I roared. His rolled his eyes and eyed back on the road. My eyes went down his shoulder and saw one of the bullets being stuck in his forearm. He had wrapped a piece of the white shirt around his arm to stop the bleeding. He was hurt.

I leaned back against the seat and closed my eyes. I was so worried. I wanted to be by her side, I needed to be by her side. I have never felt this way about anyone before and I can't lose her now. Not like this anyways.

"We're almost home." Calum muttered with a clenched jaw. I opened my eyes and slowly nodded. "Yeah." I choked.

A few turns later he finally stopped the car and opened the door. I let out a loud sigh as I reached behind me to click the button that opened my door, but I struggled to find it.

"Damn it..." I muttered through a clenched jaw. Suddenly the door opened and behind me stood Ashton. I rolled my eyes and slowly sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the car.

"You're welcome." Ashton muttered and turned around to help Michael out of his car. That's when I saw it. He was unconscious. When Ashton took him out and swung him over his shoulder his whole body looked dead.

Quickly I jumped out of the car and stumbled over to him with my sore back.

"Mikey!" I yelled in hope for him to open his eyes. But he didn't.

"Luke! Not now!" Calum yelled and took a grip around my arm, stopping me from bumping into Ashton who held Michael.

"LET ME GO!!" I yelled and pushed Calum away, but his grip around my sore arm held me still. I couldn't move without causing pain.

Ashton glared at me and kept going up the stairs and into our house. He hurt him. HE hurt Michal. HE took Em.

He was going to pay.

Emmy's P.O.V

Suddenly someone pulled at my foot and I woke up. I sat up straight and began kicking with my feet as hard as I could.

"EM! STOP IT!" Someone yelled which made me glare at the person. It was Bard.

I let out a shriek and backed up against the wall behind me as far as possible. My pants were halfway down my legs.

He--- was he going to rape me?

My heart raced away at the thought of him taking advantage of me again.

"Stay back!!" I screamed and grabbed the covers to cover my body from him. A smile creeped on his lips as he looked me up and down. His hand snatched the covers of my grip.

"Em, don't be like this. I know you want me." He smirked and crawled over me. My hands were pulling him back with all I had, but he hardly budged.

"Gibson!"

Suddenly he stopped and glared at the door behind him.

"Brad, emergency." Dave said and knocked on the door.

He let out a loud sigh and rolled his eyes. "To be continued, darling." He muttered, leaned in and kissed my forehead. I watched as he walked towards the door and smirking at me.

As soon as he disappeared out the door and the door was locked I let out the breath I was holding in. The blood in my veins were still at a fast pace from his touch. I felt disgusting. I felt objectified.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. I glanced around the room slowly, trying to find a way out.

No windows. No closet. No furniture. Only one. The bed.

It was hopeless.

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The days went by, one by one, and Emmy had no clue about what happened outside the locked wooden door. She didn't know about the special chip that The Australian Mafia had lying back home in Sydney waiting for her. She had no clue that Brad's numbers developed day by day and that not only her's but Luke, Calum, Ashton and Michaels lives were all in danger because of that chip and a murder in the past.

And Luke. She definitely didn't know that he hadn't slept well since that horrible day that he had to turn away and leave her with that monster. She would never know that he sat in the kitchen with one too many empty beer bottles and thought of her. He would stay up, wander around the huge house, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

To get you back.

A/N

So, I have decided to continue my story once again. I can't promise I will update every week, but I'll try my best (if my motivation is with us)

Lots of love