Break free || l.h.

Chapter 6

Luke's P.O.V.

Summerfairs are always fun. I like it the most when it's evening and you can see the whole street being lit up.

It's warm outside, but just enough to make a nice walk.

I don't even know why I'm wearing my sunglasses, it's dark now.

I put one arm of my sunglasses behind my t-shirt, and roll up the sleeves of my plaid shirt.

I look over to my right, and I still can't believe she's my girlfriend. The darkblue hair suits her so well. She's wearing a Blink 182 shirt, together with ripped jeans and black Vans.

A lot of people say we could be twins, but I don't see the connection, besides our same music choice.

She catches me staring at her, and she smiles at me.

God, I love her smile.

"What are you staring at, Hemmo?" She laughs, and I can't really bring out a word, I just laugh with her.

I see that she shivers a little bit.

"Are you cold?" I ask.

"No, I'm fine." I can tell she's lying.

"No, you're not. Here, take my shirt." I say, and I hand her my plaid shirt.

She smiles thankfully, and puts it on. It's way too big for her, but she looks perfect in it.

We sit down on a wooden bench, and talk a bit about some pointless things.

We could sit there for hours, without having one single silence.

I suddenly feel her hand slipping away, and I look back to her.

Two men in black are holding her tight.

What the fuck is happening?

"Let her go!" I scream, but my voice is barely a whisper.

The men are faceless, just pale and white. They look a little like Slenderman.

When I look around me, the fair has turned into a ghetto alley, with dumpsters here and there.

The two men now have turned around, and they still have Charlie.

"Let her go!" I try to scream again, but it's useless.

When I reach to her, they begin to run, fast.

I'm furious, I try to catch up with them, but they're too fast.

I don't give up though.

I need to save her.

Suddenly, the men take a sharp turn, so I just follow them.

When I passed the corner, I don't spot them anywhere.

This can't be.

I lost them, in three seconds?

I try to run further, but it's a dead end.

The only trace I can find of her, is my plaid shirt.

My legs are trembling, and I fall down to my knees.

I really wish I didn't wear ripped jeans today. My knees are probably bleeding by now.

I begin to cry. Why couldn't I save her? I wasn't fast enough, was I?

There is no point for me to live without her.

I need her.

When I open my eyes, I only see a pitch black room. It takes me a while to remember that I'm at Ashton's.