mistake [luke hemmings]

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I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. I'm terrified- more terrified then I have ever been. I needed Luke. I needed to somehow get here and be the hero of the day and save me.

I miss his voice, his eyes, his hair- everything.

Luke is my best friend, and I would always hope for even more. I think he was too shy to ask for more, but then again, so was I.

I cried as the man touched me, groped me, and pressed his lips against every inch of my skin. I had no more strength to fight him; I could only hope that if I gave him what he wanted, he'd go away. But he wouldn't take his hands off of me. I kept sobbing; he kept moving. He was inside me, he was above me, he was everywhere I didn't want him to be.

"Please," I whimpered so quietly I couldn't even hear myself. "Please, stop."

The man laughs into my stomach. "If only you can make me."

He laughs again, and I do what I've been trying to do for the past two hours: I scream.

The man brings up his right hand and smacks me, hard.

I cry out in pain as his hand meets my face in one quick movement, splitting my lip and bruising my cheek.

I give out one last sob before my eyes close and the dim lighting of the room fades away.