Demonic || Luke Hemmings

Abuse

  I'm standing in the middle of the living room. However, it looks different.

  The living room was not bright and cheerful, as it is decorated now.

  It was dark. All the windows were covered with curtains, not letting any light come through.

  There was a tv left on but it only buzzed, static filling the screen.

  I walk into the kitchen. It's dirtier than it is now. The sink is overflown with dirty dishes, and there is left over food all over the counters.

  Beer bottles and other alcoholic beverages lay everywhere. Strewn on the floor, counters, tables, and the furniture.

  I walk up the stairs and find a door to a room opened. It was no longer used nowadays. We use it as a storage space.

  I peek through the crack of the open door. The walls were pained the same baby blue color as they remain now. 

  Two small children were playing on the floor.

  I'm guessing this is Emily and Jack.

  Jack seemed pale, and I assumed it was because of his cancer.

  Emily was playing with her dolls and Jack was building a huge block tower.

  They seemed so happy, so innocent.

  Suddenly the front door opens. I then hear a bedroom door open. My bedroom door open.

  Luke walks out of the room, that I now sleep in. He looked different.

  He looked innocent and tired. The bags under his eyes are evident.

  He rushed into the room.

  "Emily, Jack! I need you to be super quiet, okay?" he says in a sweet tone

  They nod their heads obediently.

  "Don't open this door, unless I tell you too. Do you understand?" Luke asks in a stern voice

  Once again the children nod their heads, to show they understand.

  "Good" Luke says, locking the door before walking out.

  The children simply go back to playing with their toys.

  I'm suddenly in the downstairs living room again.

  I hear Luke's footsteps coming down the stairs. He soon comes to the kitchen and an older man, with the same blonde hair, is standing at the fridge.

  The older man pulls out a beer, even though it is clear he is already inebriated.

  "Please stop drinking so much" Luke pleads, with who I'm guessing is his father

  "Shut up!" the man barks

  Luke looks at the floor, not responding.

The man turns to go into the living room, but slips on a toy block.

  He quickly gets off the ground, rage is evident on his face.

  "Those brats need to learn to clean up after themselves!" He yells, throwing the block across the room

  "I'll teach them a lessen" he grumbles, beginning to walk towards the stairs

  Luke quickly walks in front of him, blocking his way.

"Move, you bastard!" he yells

  Luke refuses to move.

  His father punches him and Luke falls to the floor. He gets right back up, proceeding to block his father from going upstairs.

  His father punches him multiple times, tired of Luke not obeying him.

  I wince as I walk Luke be beaten by his own father.

  His father finishes him off with a kick to the stomach. He then spits on the boy before mumbling

  "I'm going to bed"

  His father walks to the couch and passes out within minutes.

  Luke winces as he tries to stand. A black eye already forming. He clutches his ribs, they're probably broken.

  He limps up the stairs, letting small moans of pain escape his lips every so often.

  He knocks on the children's door and tells them it's safe.

  When he opens the door the children immediately wrap their arms around Luke.

  Luke sighs as he hugs the small children back.

  "Luke, when is mommy coming back?" Emily asks in one of the sweetest voices I've ever heard

  "Um, mommy will be back soon. I promise" he says, putting on a fake smile for the children

  "Now, go to bed" Luke says, kissing their heads before tucking them in

  When I wake up I begin to cry. I know how awful abuse truly is. I use to have an abusive boyfriend.

  I continue to cry, not bothering to look up when I feel my bed dip.

  When I finally look up I'm greeted with sparkling blue eyes.

  "Still think I'm so evil?" he says quietly before disappearing

  I felt guilty for calling him evil.

  He still murdered and tortured numerous people, I remind myself.

  I dry my eyes and lay my head back on my pillow. Letting sleep take over.

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