aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Three

Rebecca's POV

I open my eyes, but I'm not at the hotel anymore with Luke. I look around nervously and see I'm back in Brent's bedroom, chains around my wrists and it hurts so badly, especially in my left wrist. I look to my right and gasp, Luke is laying there, a black eye, bloody knuckles, busted lip, and a huge gash on his face. I let out a soft whimper and hear the familiar pounding footsteps in the halls.

"Becca, you'll pay," Brent yells from the behind the door. I wince as he opens it, picks me up by the collar of my shirt, and punches me. Square in the face. Then he lays me down and stomps on my chest, making it hard to breathe, and kicks me away from him as he drunkenly crashes onto his bed, falling into slumber.

"B-Becca," A faint voice whispers from beside me. I see Luke twitches in his sleep, he said my name. All of a sudden he bolts upright and foam leaves his mouth, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. Brent wakes up and starts cackling, then he takes a photo of Luke. I cry as Brent pours something smelly over me, I recognize the amber fluid as beer. I sit there, soaking and sticky, with many cuts burning from the alcohol and bruises becoming darker from the time he kicked me.

I sit up, a cool sweat covering my shaking body. I scream and back up against the headboard of the hotel bed, I look over and see Luke waking up, fear laced in his eyes.

"Becca!" He shouts and runs to me. I let out a sob and shake like crazy, Luke cradles me him his arms and he sits down on my bed. "Nightmare?"

"Y-yeah," I whimper. Luke stands up and gets me a cold glass of water, I drink it gratefully and cry in Luke's welcoming arms. He holds me tightly, I wish it were tighter though because in really need the comfort. Luke rubs my back with one hand, he hugs me close with his other arm and whispers soothing things to me.

"Shh, you're okay. He's gone, and he's never going to get to you again," Luke whispers, I'm glad how he knows exactly what my nightmares are about. But he doesn't know that he was in it.

I am really different around Luke, I actually smile when I see him and he makes me laugh a lot. He helped me with my cuts and doesn't mind that I'm uncomfortable around other guys, he refused to let me pay him (but I did anyway), and I was actually able to open up to him. He's the only one who knows about Brent being abusive, the only one. Even though I met him yesterday, I have a strong feeling in my heart that says I can trust him and that he won't hurt me.

"It's 1 AM," Luke says after a minute or so. "You should get some sleep."

I nod and he stands up, making me frown as he lays back on his bed. "Luke?" I whisper. He looks over to me, "Lay with me?"

"Sure thing Becca," He smiles and lies down next to me on the large queen sized bed, an arm wrapped securely around my waist. I smile at him and he kisses my forehead. "It's okay, you're going to be alright."

"Thank you so much for everything you've done," I say, wrapping my arms around him as well. I can feel him smile into my hair, my head is resting in the crook of his neck and honestly it's really comforting.

"Thank you for staying with me," He says back. I smile and kiss his neck before falling back asleep.

At noon, late for me, I wake up. Luke is still holding me, but this time he's in a different position and he's staring at the stucco ceiling or whatever it's made of.

"Morning love," He smiles when he sees my eyes flutter open. I smile back at him and repeat his words.

"Morning Luke," I say. "What are we doing today?"

"I dunno," He sighs. "I need to stop by my house for a few minutes," He says, making me furrow my brows and frown. "Don't worry, I just need clothes to change into. I'm not staying there."