Being His Mate (Luke Hemmings)

Chapter 10

"You're not going anywhere."

A sigh escapes my mouth as I continue to stare at the ceiling. (More like the bottom of the top bunk).

It's been a few hours since Luke made his departure and his words still haunt my mind.

"No matter how many times you run, hide, scream, yell, or do anything I will always be there! And there's nothing you can do about it."

I shake my head hoping that I'll somehow forget the words. Sadly, my mind doesn't seem to want me to forget them. Instead it repeats the words like a broken record player.

You might be wondering what happened after he had left. Well I can say that I didn't throw a hissy fit or anything.....

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"Dammit Luke!" I bang my hand against the door. I know it's useless to try to scream and hit the door but I just have to get out of here. Besides, this could annoy them so yay for me.

"I don't want to be here! Let me go! I will call the police! I will sue you! I will do something that I'm sure will ruin you!" Man I need to come up with better come backs. I take a small breath of air. I narrow my eyes at the door and stomp my foot like a brat.

"Get me out of here!" I scream frustrated.

"Ugh!" I suddenly kick the door with all my might wishing it would break down. Instead of breaking the door I break something else.

"Ow! My foot, my foot." I grab my foot with my hands trying to soothe the pain.
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Or you know curse at anything in my sight....

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"You know what?! Screw this! And screw you damn door!" I yell pointing my finger at the door.

I give a huff and stomp my way towards the bottobunk bed in the room. While making my way there I say a few words that obviously are nice.

"Fucking Luke thinking he's all high and might," I mutter "Well newsflash Luke you're not!" I yell while sitting on the bed which makes a small creak sound. "Stupid bunk bed-" I move my butt to get comfortable in the bed but it gives another creak instead. I glare at the bed, "You better not break on me, you little poop." Okay I might have not said that but something along those lines.

I look around the room narrowing my eyes at anything and everything.

"That's a stupid shirt."

"Oh look at that! He has a stuffed animal. Poor penguin. Probably held here against his will. It's okay penguin Luke is an asshole so I'll get you out of here."

"There's a dictionary? Well he obviously doesn't use it."

"What the fu- EW!Ewewewewewewewew."

Okay so I may or may not have seen and touched his dirty underwear.

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Cuz that would just be childish.

But enough about that let's get back to my sighing and grumpy mood.

I stare at the ceiling (bottom of the top bunk) hoping, praying, to have someone let me out.

Someone must have been listening for the door knob to the room wiggled.

I instantly shoot up from the bed but let out a yelp at being hit in the head. Stupid bed.