Nightmares and Fantasies | L.H | supernatural au

Ch. 10

Ch. 10

| Noreen's pov |

Luke and I lay next to each other as we stare up at ceiling. I never really had a moment where I can just talk about what I want to talk about, and not be judged. It feels good and it makes me forget about what just happened. Luke goes on and on about his music taste and what inspired him to start singing. He keeps smiling and then starts telling me how 5 Seconds Of Summer came to be. I find it funny how Michael and Luke hated each other and when Ashton joined the band they made fun of his purple shirt. It's nice to hear Luke be Luke, and not that person who was sick downstairs. It still troubles me; does he even remember what he was saying? I don't want to bring it up, but I don't know when the right time is.

I turn to face Luke and I shush him. He continues talking but then he looks at me and notices that I stopped listening. He laughs softly and smiles.

"I'm sorry." He says.

"It's okay," I reply.

"No, I'm sorry; I just wanted to ask you something."

His tone is more serious and I realise him saying I'm sorry, isn't for talking but for what he's about to ask. I sigh, but nod.

"When did it start?" He asks.

He doesn't really explain what it is, but I know he's asking: when did your dad start beating you. It's a sensitive topic and kind of rude of him to ask, but since we're getting to know each other, he might as well know this.

"When I was 13, shortly after my mother died. I came home late from hanging out with Calum, and he was drunk, he came to me and started yelling...then took off his belt...but when he's sober it's worse because he just thinks of everything he's angry about and lets it out on me." I say.

My voice cracks, and soon I start crying at the memory. He shouldn't have asked that, I was fine up until this. I bury my head in his pillow and he rubs my back.

I feel Luke lay next to me and he strokes my hair.

"I'm so stupid; this really wasn't a good time to ask." He says.

I wanted to agree but I can't blame him. He wasn't thinking, and probably meant no harm. I feel like Luke is too nice to intentionally hurt someone. I sit up and his embraces me with a hug. The tears dry but I don't let him go. I let him hold me and comfort me. I feel like it's something that he has to do. Like he owes me.

"What do you want to do?" He asks softly.

I sniffle and think for a while. I don't want to do anything but sleep and dream of a different world, but that won't help me.

"We could watch a movie." I say.

I let go and Luke nods. He goes downstairs but I stay in his room for a little bit. I look around once again and I see the Bible has been moved. I get up and search for it; it's been moved into the trash. I pick it up and it sizzles once it touches my hand.

"Leave, in the name of Jesus." I say softly.

The sizzles stops and the Bible grows cold. It gets heavier too; I place it on Luke's desk and back away. I hear the door open and I jump up a little.

"It's only me Noreen." I hear Luke says.

I laugh softly to myself and take in a deep breath. I turn around and he looks behind me. He nods then I walk out the door. He closes it behind him slowly and follows me downstairs. Something isn't right. There's a demon here, but my question is when did it get here?

I go into the living room and sit on the couch. Luke sits next to me and he plays the movie. We sit in silence the whole time. Not because the movie was interesting but because we both know that something's wrong. Once the movie's over, I still don't move out my seat. Luke gets up but I grab his arm. He stops quickly and looks down at me.