I Know What You Did Last Summer // 5SOS + AGB \\

THREE: Monster In The Mirror

Luke Hemmings' P.O.V

I shot up in bed, feeling dazed. Last night was mostly a blur since Ashton and Michael had forced me to meet with them, again. You can pretty much assume it was a shit storm, like any night spent with those two. Michael slashed my face up I refused to help him trash a hunter's house. I'm completely healed, but the memory of what happened was still fresh in my mind. Maybe I don't get physical scars anymore, but I miss the old days where I kept the emotional scars to a minimum.

"Look what we have here," Michael said, nodding to a baby blue house. Ashton snarled beside him, pushing me forward. "The grandes."

"Show them how we feel about hunters. Trash this lovely lawn of theirs," he orders, brushing his hand through the flowers with a sinister look in his eyes. He uproots about 5 of them, letting the ruin scatter across the sidewalk. They both watch me expectantly. Despite the heat rising to my cheeks, I speak my mind truthfully.

"Are you guys fucking kidding me? I don't even want to be here, I'm not going to trash the house of someone who can easily kill me," I spat. "This has got to be the worst idea you guys have ever had."

Michael's jaw clenched tightly, and before I know it, he's dragging me face first through the dirt across the lawn. He lifts me by the collar, holding his claws to my face. I tremble and sputter in disbelief, flashbacks from the night they turned me coming back. Often enough, Michael treats me like a weak little coward for not doing his bidding. I'm not getting myself killed because he's a dumbass. He may have been born a wolf, but he's still just an immature teenager.

"Disobedient betas are the worst. Putting them in their place is such a waste of time," Ashton stated nonchalantly, watching my abuse from the sidewalk.

"I'm SICK of you assholes pushing me around! Since the day I met you it's been nothing but orders and bullshit! Who the fuck do you think you are anyway?!" I cried, banging our heads together. I take my chance while Michael's hurt and get on my feet, but Ashton's already helping him up as I back up onto the porch.

"And what makes you think you can talk to your alpha like that? This shit isn't a fucking joke. You do what I tell you, when I tell you, or face the consequences," he growled, slowly inching closer. "I've changed your life for the better. You went from a scrawny nobody to one of the most powerful supernatural creatures-"

"You didn't improve my life, stop fucking lying for just a second... You lost control, you were never ready to be my fucking alpha, we're both just lucky Ashton was there to stop you from killing me! You ruined my youth. I'll never bow down to you, and I'll never be grateful to you."

With no warning he clawed at me, and I'm left with 5 burning lacerations stretching across my face. The blood streams down my neck, and I desperately tried to wipe it from staining my clothes. Then I see them, my bloody hands, all the harm Michael's done to me.

"You have to stop lashing out at him like that. It's just making this harder," Ashton said. I turn around, and they're both gone. Just like that. Like I'm nothing. How could they leave me here?

Hot tears stream down my mangled face, like most days. I struggle to pull myself together and breath, balancing myself against the house. All I see is red.

Eventually, I snap out of the little panic attack, because my senses pick up someone moving around inside. I take off from the hunter house and head home. The last thing I needed was to be murdered.

When I climb onto my roof and into my bedroom window, there's still warm tears running down my cheeks. I felt pathetic. My vision was hazy, but I made it to the bathroom, washing the blood off in the sink.

Michael and Ashton are such dickheads. They don't even care I'm new to this, how am I not expected to speak up? It still shocks me when I remember I'm stuck as a monster for the rest of my life. What if my family finds out? How is someone supposed to love me when I'm dangerous?

The overnight change of becoming a werewolf was surreal. When I woke up the morning after Michael bit me, the bite had healed and I could hear everything above a single decibel, until I learned not to focus on it. My reflexes had improved, which I knew would come in handy. But, when I saw the yellow eyes, I really freaked out. It didn't seem possible and I wish it wasn't. If I'm not careful, they can show randomly.

Michael taught me what the wolf eyes mean. Yellow means you've never killed an innocent, yet blue means you've killed. Him and Ashton are 'helping me' with my urges and controlling my anger. But, I'm not really sure they even know how to do that.

Sighing, I got up and looked in the mirror. Even when I tried to smile at myself, all I could see was one thing.

A monster.