Bitten // Luke Hemmings

What's Happening To Me?

My mom leaves the room and I look at Luke. He's looking outside the window.

"You know, you can see every house in this area from here," he tells me, still looking through the window.

"Luke," I sigh, "can you come here please."

He walks over and sits on my bed.

"Tell me what happened," I ask him in a hurry to find out.

He clears his throat. "Quinn, you just passed out okay? It's not a big deal."

"Luke. It is a big deal. I saw something. A vision or whatever."

After hearing what I said, he looks at me and I notice his face went dark. The color was lost from his blue eyes. Luke's lips were pulled into a tight line.

"Luke. What's wrong?" I ask him with worry.

"N-n-nothing," he says, his face still dark, "I have to go."

He just gets up and leaves. No goodbye. No nothing.

I get up to look through my window to see where he was going. No sign of the blonde. He just left? How the hell did he already get so far?

- Next day -

I wake up with no headache. Thank god.

The sun shimmers through the closed blinds, which my dad probably closed last night. I check the time. 8:00 AM. It's Saturday and I don't even have school today to no worries.

I try to fall back to sleep but my mind goes back to what Luke said yesterday. Why did he look so scared all of sudden after I told him I saw something.

Definitely something shady with that guy.

- Next day -

"Quinn! Get up! Come on church time!"

My dad pulls the covers off of me and I groan in frustration.

"Dadddd not today," I grumble into my pillow.

"Nice try Q-bear. Now way your moms letting you miss the worshiping of Jesus etcetra etcetra."

"Dadddd pleaseeeee."

"Get. Up. Now. Besides, we need to meet some new people here so why don't we not do it at Christs' home because your mother forces us to go there every Sunday."

"Dad, do you really wanna be friends with people who are super Christian and have to pray before eating?"

My dad laughs loudly.

"Might as well have some decent friends. Everyone in this neighborhood are like rich ass men who play golf. I don't even know how to play golf."

"Mini golf. You know how to play mini golf," I reply back to him, getting up from my bed.

"Hm. True. Now get ready."

He leaves me to change and I take a quick shower and change into my outfit.

Pink floral sundress that comes above my knees and tan heels. I put on my makeup and my hoop earring and head out my room door.

My mother makes me dress nice, like a prep, during church. Usually, I wear punk clothes but when at church, prepiness it is.

Stepping into the car, my brother sits silently in his seat.

"Where's your bear?" I question him.

"Mom is fixing it," Sammy replies in a monotone voice.

"Come on cheer up bud. It's gonna be fine. Besides, you can make some friends today!"

My mother steps into the passenger seat of the car while my dad takes the wheel.

"Y'all buckled in?" she asks us.

We nod our head curtly.

- 10 minutes later -

We arrive at church and preppy people milled around the front, drinking champagne.

"We missed the ceremony. Quinn if you would have gotten up earlier we could've made it," my mom says in a frustrated tone.

"So now you're gonna blame this on me? I see how it is, Martha," I reply back, laughing.

"I was only kidding Quinice."

We both laugh.

"Alright, enough of this girly laughter. Move outta the car," my father sighs.

I help Sammy unbuckle his seat and step out. My heels clack against the concrete until we reach the grass.

My mother smiles and shakes hands and makes small chat with others while I just stand there like a statue.

I feel someone place a hand on my shoulder and I immediately turn around.

Luke. Fucking. Hemmings.

"Welcome to church baby girl."