The Broken Ones (Cake FanFiction)

Chapter 11

*Luke's POV*

I don't sleep that night. I can't sleep. I don't want to.

My head physically hurts from all the thoughts slamming around in my brain. I just want them to stop appearing and scaring, confusing, and angering me.

What are you going to tell your family?

Why is Calum Hood helping you?

How badly do you think Dad's going to beat you?

Should we tell Calum about Michael and Ashton?

He probably hates you.

He doesn't want to help you.

You're killing Mom.

You're making Jack and Ben sick with worry.

This is all your fault.

Tears stream down my pale face as I lay on the bed in the dark. I really messed my life up. I probably messed everyone's life up.

Time has seem to fly, resulting in my hell called school to come sooner than I would like. I turn towards the alarm clock on the table and read the bright green numbers.

3:15 AM

I groan in frustration, knowing I'll be basically dead today. My body still hurts quite a lot everywhere. Yet, it does feel somewhat better. I just lay back, and let the silence fill me up. I soon begin to drift in and out of consciousness, twisted reality melting into a fake and beautiful dream. Soon, I feel my eyes grow heavy behind my eyelids and my thoughts evaporating.

Clang!

I shoot my eyes open and pop straight up in the unfamiliar bed. What the hell was that? I continue to hear muffled thumps and other various noises through the wall. Obviously it was Calum, no doubt about it, the only question was what he was doing. If I remember correctly, the bathroom was next to the guest room. I shake my head, now I'm alert again.  The burning in my head keeps throbbing, all the thoughts surfacing again. Finally, I can't take it anymore and I crash out of the room, not bothering to flip on a single light to guide me. The bathroom door is closed as I stumble into the hall, the light from the other side exploding from underneath the door. I sit awkwardly on the floor since Calum is still in there and I'm not sure where else I could go to calm down. Just as I do so, the door bursts open and there stands a startled looking Calum. He appears baffled by my presence as he gaspd upon seeing me.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," I mumble, something making me still uneasy around the boy.

"Uh, it's fine. Just, wasn't really, um, expecting you out here," he stutters while yanking down his sweater sleeve. "Um, you need something?" He asks me.

I shake my head quickly. "No, just was waiting for the bathroom," I reply quietly.

He raises his eyebrow slightly but nods. "Right. Sorry to, you know, keep you waiting. Uh, good night," he says and fumbles back into his room quickly. I brush it off and enter the bathroom. My head it still pounding, now with the new thought of what Calum could possibly be hiding. I roll my eyes at how stupid I sound in my head. Gripping the sink, I glance up into the mirror and see someone disgusting. My face is sunken in, bags of plum hint under my eyes, a bruise is visible from the rim of my shirt collar, and my eyes look dead. The bright blue they used to be had faded to a gray and lifeless void. I groan at my appearance as I turn on the sink. I splash cool water on my face, half of me wishing it could wash away more than just dirt and sleep. I wish it could wash away all of my thoughts, all of my guilt, all of my past. My lips form a half frown upon having the thought. I shake my head at myself and yank a towel from the rack. Dabbing my face dry with the soft cloth, I exhale loudly. What was I going to do?