Protect me - Luke Hemmings Punk

1.1 - Knocked out

I don't really know how many days that had passed since the Australian mafia had left me with Brad. Maybe it was about 6 days ago, or why not 10. Urgh... I wasn't sure.

So far, Brad hadn't been able to have sex with me just yet, but he always left some kind of mark on me each time he left the room. It didn't matter if it was a hickey or a red hand on my skin. EVERY TIME.

I ran my fingers through my hair once again. I hadn't had a proper shower in days, so my hair was very disgusting and greasy.

Disgusting, that was the first thing to say about the food that was served. I bet food in prison was better than my grey mashed potato. In fact, everything was gross here.

Currently I was lying in my bed, all spread out on the cover with my eyes set on the ceiling. There weren't much to do except thinking and trying to figure out why I was a part of this.

Two sudden voices made me tear my eyes to the door.

"Is it time?"

"No, Gibson haven't given us orders yet."

"Right."

And so the voices faded away. Just two guys passing through the hallway outside my room. Many voices passed me day by day, voices I came to recognise. But lately more voices became unrecognisable and that's when I knew.

He's building an army.

I stood up, walked over to the dark door and gently pressed my ear against the cold metal. I listened closely and tried to catch another word.

"You know that Luke has the chip somewhere, right?"

"Yeah, I bet Gibson knows it too."

"Someone said he might strike next week."

I backed away from the door. A chip? What chip? And Brad might attack NEXT WEEK? Of is Luke the one striking?? I have to get out of here. I have to find a way to warn Luke and the others. But I knew I couldn't.

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*Knock knock*

"Emmy, may I come in?" I heard from the door with a very pitch (sarcasticly) voice. I rolled my eyes and crawled into a ball. Fuck.

"No." I stated and the door flung open, like the person behind hadn't heard me.

"Too bad, darling." Brad chuckled with a husky voice and closed the door behind him, making sure to lock it. He  glanced me up and down with hungry eyes.

I felt my breathing picking up its pace as he took a few steps towards me. I don't want him to come near me. I don't want to be touched or raped. Not today. Not ever.

He sat down next to me on the bed and by a reflex I moved away from him. Almost falling down the edge of the bed.

"You must really like me huh?" He chuckled and watched me avoiding eye contact.

"No."

"One thing I have learnt---"

He began and moved closer to me. Slowly his fingers brushed against my arm and send shivers down my spine. I watched with fear as he held me between his arms.

"About you is that I know---"

He crawled over me, grabbing my arms and spread them out while holding me down by his weight. I didn't dare to move.

His face came closer as he leaned in closer, and closer and closer.

"When you're lying." He whispered and quickly closed the gap between us. His lips pressed against mine with force, but I refused to kiss him back. I couldn't. I hated him. Within a second I turned my head around.

I began moving around as much as I could in hope to either kick his balls or get lose.

"Em, stop moving." He muttered with a husky voice in my ear.

Without listening I continued to move around and managed to roll around so I was lying on my stomach with him against my back.

"I SAID STOP!!" He roared and took a strong grip around my throat and neck. I took a sharp breath as he pulled my head up, making it harder to breath.

"B-Bra-ad..."

"Now, listen here you cunt. I don't know what I want most, you or Luke dead. Maybe I'll get both. If you continue with your stupid game I'll make sure to get Luke dead before you can even say another word."

I let out a shriek and pulled my head back, accidentally colliding my head with his fat skull. With a loud groan he released his grip around my throat and felt his forehead.
I took the chance and pulled him off of me with force.

My backhead was spinning from the collide, but to pity myself wasn't my first option right now. I ran across the room with a blurry sight. Feeling my way through the room I soon found the door and pulled the doorknob, but it was locked.

Of course.

Suddenly Brad spun me around and held me pressed against the door. I looked at him with terrified eyes and soon noticed the warm red liquid running down his forehead. I knocked him harder than I thought.

"You feisty little cunt." He muttered between loud and husky breaths.

"I'm getting tired of your attitude. You have been hear for 10 days and you are already driving me crazy, denying me. I love the game, but you are getting over the top of me."

I pressed myself closer to the door behind me, trying to make the gap between us even bigger.

"I don't know if I love it or hate it." He continued and pressed his sore forehead against mine, harshly. I took a sharp breath as his blood ran down my face. I was scared.

"Just you wait Emmy. I'm going to kill that boyfriend of yours---"

"Luke's not my boyfriend."

"Oh, look at that. I didn't even say his name and you already knew." He smirked.

"That's not what I---"

"What I was saying; I'm going to kill him and when I have you don't have to feel the need to chose between him and me, because it'll be only I." He smirked which made me frown in a hateful way.

"And you know what the best part is?" He mumbled and leaned in closer to me. With wide eyes I glared him down. I gulped hard before shaking my head no.

Brad chuckled and took a grip around my waist and pulled me away from the door. His strong arms lifted me up against my will and brought me over to the bed.

"You're going to be standing in a corner, handcuffed and watching me taking his life." Brad threw me on the bed with force before turning around and walking towards the door.

Right before he went out he send me an ice cold stare.

The door was closed and locked and there I was. Lying on the bed with Brad's blood on my face and with a pulse higher than Bob Marley.

He was going to kill Luke and I was going to witness it. He was the one striking next week.