Lost boy | Luke Hemmings

Chapter 47

"Do you want to borrow a tank?" Luke asks me after finally finishing setting up his bed, which actually consists of a thin mattress on the floor with a blanket thrown over it.

Luke tosses me the thin layer of clothing without any form of reply on my behalf, after he continues to decide that what I would have been wearing to bed wouldn't have been sufficient enough for his liking. Every girl's dream, well not exactly, as the real dream is having Luke Hemmings in the first place but I mean wearing your boyfriend's clothes.

I slip out of his room quickly, finding the bathroom and ripping off my previous outfit. I'm left in my underwear and bra underneath which makes me feel uncomfortable and naked. The tank falls over my shoulders and I notice it is too wide, gaping under the arms and lying halfway down my thigh. I attempt to reassure myself that Luke won't be able to see my lack of clothing in the dark of his room anyway as I flip the switch for the bathroom light.

I walk back down the hall into Luke's room in which he is on his phone, looking up at me when I properly enter although I hide my body behind the door. A warm smile appears on his face and I run to 'my' bed and jump under the covers so he doesn't see me.

We finally say our last goodnights and Luke turns off the light as I hear the rustling of sheets from the floor.

"Are you okay on the ground? I can sleep there if you want, it doesn't bother me," I offer quietly although it makes no difference; everyone downstairs is out cold.

"Babe, it's fine, honestly. I'm just happy you're here with me," He says excitedly, acting like a little kid.

"You're so cute, you know that?" I laugh instantly.

"Duh," His voice is distant and quiet, showing signs that he's exhausted and is drifting to sleep. Although this word was softly stated, his sass still dominates and I laugh more.

"Goodnight Lucas Hemmings."

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I violently hurl out a scream, running from the sandy-blonde haired boy as he chases me down the endless white hallway. It's as if I'm running in slow motion, one of the many reasons why dreams suck, which ends up with the boy catching up, him pushing me which causes me to trip. I land on the cold ground with a thud, quickly rolling over onto my back as I stare up at Brandon. I close my eyes, wanting him to disappear when they once open again. My eyelids fly open; too bad he doesn't vanish because he comes down with his fist clenched. A full forced punch comes from the swing which manages to take affect right in the middle of my stomach. All air escapes from my lungs and I lurch to my side, struggling to breathe as Brandon goes to kick me again although this time, I just manage to escape it. I gain some of my breath back as I kick at Brandon's legs in order to move backwards but he snatches them up with one hand and holds them tightly so I can't kick him any longer. I still struggle under his grasp in an attempt to remain free, his psychotic eyes never leaving mine as his dark, pink lips part to say my name.

He taunts me over and over, leaning more forward with every time the three syllables of "Chiarra" leaves his mouth into the air. He towers over me as I'm still on the floor of the white hallway although I can feel myself being shaken. Brandon is no longer saying my name but Luke's voice is what I can hear, pulling me out of my nightmare and back into Luke's room. Brandon winks at me as my eyelids fly open, for real this time, and I spring up from under the covers and back away from Luke who is sitting next to me.

"Shhhh it's okay, he's not here," Luke soothes me, reassuring me that I'm safe, "It's me and I won't let anything hurt you ever again. Trust me," Luke softly says to me, hugging me to his chest with a firm grip, his arms tightly wrapped around my waist. I realise I'm sobbing from the nightmare, Luke's shirt instantly becoming sticky from my tears as I furiously attempt at wiping them away. I notice the tank that Luke let me borrow is damp as well, which I'm guessing is from my horrible nightmare which I just wish would leave me alone. I aim to keep wiping the tears away but Luke just holds me like he'll never let go.