Mine (H2O Delirious x Reader)

Chapter Twenty-Five: -

Luke was warning you not to go inside.

"Why?" You argued, placing your hands on your hips angrily. "What's going on?"

Luke kept the front door shut and his eyes low. He wasn't moving and you knew there was no way of getting past him. This was ridiculous.

"Luke, tell me what's going on or move your ass out of the way!" You threatened, pointing your finger in his face.

"I can't let you go in there." He finally managed to say. "He's going crazy."

"Let me see him."

"No."

"Yes!"

Then suddenly, the front door opened and Luke almost fell backwards from leaning on it. Through the door way, you could see Jonathan glaring daggers at the both of you, but his eyes softened after seeing the concern written all over your features. His face dropped and that's when he slid his mask on and pushed past you without another word.

"Jonathan?!" You asked and grabbed onto his arm. He paused but you could feel his muscles tense. The atmosphere was so thick you thought you could drown in it. "What's going on?"

He didn't even look back as he pulled his arm away and kept walking. You were left standing there more than confused and frustrated. Luke touched your shoulder and you turned to face him swiftly. You were angry and you had a feeling Luke was the reason why Jonathan was acting this way.

"What did you do?" You growled.

"What did I do?" He hissed back. "You should be asking yourself that! Fucking think (Y/N): He doesn't want the kids!" He pointed a bony finger in your direction. The feeling of betrayal and pain shuddered through your entire body. You could feel yourself taking a few steps back, but you don't recall telling yourself to do so. "You were only supposed to be a fling, a booty call, Evan's little sister." He snared, glaring at you with tense, brown eyes. "He doesn't love you."

Your mouth was wide with only sounds of shock and confusion escaping. You could feel your eyes start to water and before you knew it, you were breaking down in front a man you used to call your friend. "You're lying!" You screamed, taking another step back. "Jonathan would never leave me!"

"Too late honey, he just did." Luke smirked sinisterly.

"You're lying! You're lying! You're a liar, Luke Patterson!" You repeated and clenched your fists. There's no way. Jonathan would never leave you — he loves you and he definitely wants these babies! . . . So what's wrong with him? "What did you tell him?" You choked, wiping at your tears with your palms.

"I suggest you leave, (Y/N)." Luke smirked. You wanted to punch it right off his face, but you knew doing that wouldn't get you anywhere. So without another word, you did the same thing as Jonathan and started walking away with tears still streaming down your face.

Why were you listening to him?

You walked all the way to the park in complete silence. Your hands were clenched so tight that you could feel your fingernails digging into your skin. This was stupid! You mentally cursed at yourself for not standing your ground and telling Luke off, but there's no way you could have done that with these stupid hormones flying around.

It was also hard to see Jonathan just . . . walk away; and then having to hear Luke say those things, it's already been a pretty tough day. .

Jonathans mask made him look intimidating and emotionless — kind of like Jason Voohrees, except without the machete and blood stained clothing. A shiver went down your spine at the thought.

But it hurt to think about Jonathan. It hurt to think about Luke. It hurt you to know that Luke betrayed you like that. It most definitely hurt to see Jonathan walk away.

So you slid your phone from your pocket and called Evan. He answered immediately and you replied with a shaky voice. "C-can you come get me?" You choked on your words. You felt like you were fifteen again, calling your older brother for a ride home from a friends house. Except these people aren't your friends and it turns out you were a booty call.

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"I want to punch him," Evan snared, his angry brown eyes never leaving the road in front of him. His fists were wrapped tight around the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white as snow. "Actually, I want to punch both of them!" He growled, along with hitting the steering wheel — hard — and pulling off to the side of the road.

"Woah — what are you doing?" You almost screamed while grabbing onto the 'oh-shit' bar. You had your seatbelt on and you could feel it straining against you as he stopped.

"We're going back so I beat the living shit out of the two of them." He glared and wrinkled his nose is disgust. "I knew I couldn't trust them. I shouldn't have ever let you go out with him."

You cringed at his words, silently hoping he didn't see, because you still love Jonathan. . And deep down, you could find the will to forgive Luke, but he'd definitely have to work for it. Maybe the two of them are just stressed having a pregnant girl around all the time. Maybe they just want some 'bro time' or whatever they do when you're not around.

You wanted hit them too, but that was wrong and you knew you could never bring yourself to actually anything. "Can we just go home?" You asked quietly. "You can pummel then later, when I'm not around. Okay?"

Evan shook his head and his grip on the steering wheel somehow tightened. ". . . Okay." He huffed our a heavy breath before continuing their drive.

"Thank you." You sadly smiled.

"I'd do anything for my little sister." Evan shrugged. "Even is that means killing a damn man because he got you fucking pregnant and left." He hissed, ultimately ruining the moment, but it's whatever. That's what makes Evan, Evan, and you missed having him around.

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Sorry this chapter was a little shorter than the rest, but I tried. I decided to throw some drama into there. Lol

How is everyone feeling about Luke?

I'm kind of sad that I turned him into the 'bad guy', because, you know, that used to be Evan's job; I had to replace him.