Just Breathe. -||- A Luke Hemmings fanfiction (On hold)

Part Six

     "Well, that was amazing." I said to Luke. We were standing outside my window at the bottem of my tree. We had just gotten back from his concert and of course the after party at none other than Harry Styles loft!! I danced with Luke and all the boys. But mostly Luke. I was a bit tipsy. Not like i hadnt been before, after all, I am a party girl. I leaned against the tree's trunk as i twirled a strand of hair between two of my fingers as Luke just smiled down at me. He is just so damn tall. I reached up and my lips met with his. He teased me with his toung leaving me wanting more. He pushed me up against the tree. Groaning into my mouth. I know he wants it. He pulls apart, breathless.

     "We could always, take this to your room, or mine." He says against my lips, his hot breath making my spine twitch. I was about to say yes please, when these words flashed through my mind.

     "DID YOU FORGET WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR PARENTS?"  I stopped short. I pulled away from his hands on my torso. I felt breathless. It was happening. 

     "I- I have to- to go. Luke- I. Good night." I said, trying to catch my breath. He just stood there, stunned at my sudden actions. I gripped the tree branches pulling my body up into the tree so im just across from my window. I heaved myself across the gap of the tree branch to the window. I opened it slowly and slunk inside, careful to be quiet despite my barely being able to breathe. I looked back out the window to see Luke staring up at me. I waved and shut my curtains. I sunk to the floor grasping my chest, gasping for air. I felt as if the walls were slowly closing in on my lungs. Like my insides were collapsing. I crawled onto my bed and laid there, staring up at the cieling when it happened. The flashback.

FLASHBACK:

     "Get away from me!" My mother screamed. My father just inches from her face, holding a gun to her head.

     "I'v had enough of you ordering me what to do! And who to see!" He yelled back. He spit hitting her face.

     "You are cheating on me! Thats not my fault!" She screemed back, hitting my fathers hand. The gun flew to the grround and slid to me. They both look at me.

     "We would have never gotten married so young if it wasnt for that little brat you call our child. Stupid litte Rae." My father sneers. I was only two. I grabbed hold of the gun and lifted it. I wanted to give it to my mom. I didnt know what it was... I pulled the trigger by mistake. My father lay dead on the floor. My mom gasps and runs to his side, shaking him, trying to wake him. 

     "They will think I did this. Thanks Raegan." She starrts balling as she takes the gun in her own hands and shoots herself. The flashback ends. 

REALITY: 

     I lay on my bed gasping for air. I killed my own parents.