Boy With The Cinderblock Garden (Luke Hemmings AU/Fanfiction)

Part 2: 6

Trigger warnings for the next few chapters: mentions of death, car accidents, paranormal possession/haunting, self harm, etc.

luke's pov

Liana and I had a date today and I felt really bad about it, but I wasn't putting my all into our relationship anymore. Our kiss and hug were slightly awkward, but I really hoped that she didn't notice me being distant again. I loved her, but I just couldn't get too close.

I must've been tired because I laid down on the couch when I got home and within a few minutes, I fell asleep. Or passed out. I wasn't really sure what happened.

I woke up, what I thought was shortly after I "fell alseep". I figured I just didn't have a good concept of how much time passed because that's what usually happens after naps. You tend to be a little out of it. However, I noticed that I was extremely shaky and nauseous as well. I felt a sharp pang in my arm and looked down to see what was wrong. There was a long cut, bright red and still bleeding, down my arm along my inner elbow. It was starting to throb. My head also hurt. I looked around as I was staring to come back to my wits and realized that a bunch of the furniture had been knocked over. Glass shattered across the floor, the dirt from the house plants forming mounds on the carpet. It looked like a tornado had gone through the room. I don't know why, but I began to sob. I had a pretty good feeling of who or what had done this, but I wasn't sure exactly why or how. I immediately called Ashton, because he was the only person who would understand and could help.

Thankfully, he picked up after the second ring.

"Ash! Come now! I need help!" I said through my cries.

"Wha- what? What do you mean? Where are you?" Ashton asked with clear worry and confusion in his voice.

"I'm home!" I practically screamed. "At my host house. Please!" I pleaded, my voice cracking.

"Okay. I'm leaving now." Said Ashton.

ashton's pov

I had just received a very strange call from Luke. He was crying and begging me to come to his house to help him. I had no idea what was going on. He better not be punking me.

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I arrived to Luke's host house in a few minutes and walked in, not sure where he was but wanting to get to him fast.

"Luke? Where are you?" I yelled.

"Living room!" He shouted. It seemed like he was still crying. I ran into the living room and found him sitting on the floor, surrounded by spilled dirt, broken vases, and tipped furniture. I noticed that his arm was bleeding.

"Luke? What the hell happened?" I asked frantically.

"I. Don't. Know!" He said in between sobs.

"Well what have you been doing the past couple hours?"

"Wait, what time is it?" He asked me.

I checked my phone. "It's 8 p.m., why? Now can you tell me what happened?"

"What?" Luke asked in shock. "I- I don't know. I laid down on the couch at 3 o'clock! I thought I just took a nap but there's no way I slept 5 hours."

"Ya think?" I asked sarcastically. "Obviously you weren't sleeping if all this happened!" I said, motioning to the destroyed room.

"Well what happened to me then?" Luke asked with fear in his voice, still somewhat crying.

"I don't know! You tell me! You really don't remember the last five hours? At all?"