How Could You?

All that Adam could see was his world blurred with tears in his eyes. He heard about the free spirited, kickass girl he met during a radio interview and her court results. Adam never thought Dr. Luke, of all people, would do the things he did to her. Anger filled his heart as tears streamed down his face. He grabbed his phone and went to Twitter.

How could you, Dr. Luke? Why to Kesha, of all people? I wish I never worked with you! #freekesha

He posted the tweet and already glamberts replied to it. The replies were from agreements to sympathy for him and Kesha. Smiling a little, Adam wiped the tears off his face and saw the number of retweets increase. He suddenly got messages from his previous bandmates.

"Tommyjoeratliff: I'm really sorry about the kesha and dr luke thing. I'll be there for you, man."

"Ashleydzergien: Don't let that fucker get to you. Kesha will win; I know so."

"Terrencespencer: I think it's bs that dr luke and sony records got away with it. Kesha deserves freedom; I know you think so too."

Reading the messages made Adam feel hopeful for Kesha's victory. Turning off his phone, he placed it on the bedside table and fell asleep.

The sun rose the next morning and Adam was awakened by his phone. It was a text message from his manager.

Adam, turn the news on. You need to see it!!!!

Curious, Adam flicked the tv on and a story popped up.

"Sony producer Lukasz Sebastian Gottwald, aka Dr. Luke, was found dead in New York Central park with stab wounds to the chest and a Glasgow smile cut into his face. Kesha says a fan may have snapped and went homicidal on the producer, but is entirely unsure." Adam gasped as the camera pointed at Dr. Luke's body; covered with stab wounds and dripping with blood. The smile like cut made Adam's stomach churn. He snatched his phone and told his manager to pick up some medication for nausea. Focusing on the news, he was looking for answers.

"Witnesses say they saw a figure chasing the alleged rapist to the park with a knife in their hand wearing a white hoodie, black skinny jeans, and black converse sneakers. Some speculate that a well known Creepypasta, Jeff the Killer, is responsible for Dr. Luke's murder. Other believe it was someone dressed like him."

"I remember seeing him last night," claimed a girl in a Kesha t-shirt, "Dr. Luke was fast, but Jeff was faster."

"This generation doesn't separate fantasy from reality really well," said a male in his early 40s, "my guess is it's someone else who killed Dr. Luke." Holding his mouth with his hand, Adam ran to the bathroom and heaved into the toilet. The whole thing make him sick. Washing his mouth and teeth of vomit, he walked to his phone and messaged Kesha.

"Are you going to be okay?"

As soon as he sat down, Kesha replied.

"Yeah. I'll be fine. Thanks Adam. ☺"

Breathing in and out, he slipped on his clothes and shoes and headed out to an interview.