out of breath ; hemmings au

nine

Ashton. I’m positive it was him. It was his voice, full of fear instead of the happy tone I know, but it belonged to him. Why? Why the hell could he be against me, working with Luke?  

Luke. He had proved me wrong, again. As much as I try to convince myself that I don’t trust him, try to keep in mind he mightn’t be helping me, it’s in moments like this one that I realize I trust him. I trusted him. 

They want to do something bad to me, now I know. Why would they want to erase their tracks if not? I can’t believe Ashton is doing this to me! The sweet Ash I grew up with. I call him my cousin, being the son of my dad’s best friend. I used to play with him all day long, and we always rescue each other from boring formal events, like fancy birthdays our parents arrange. It’s been a while since we last saw each other, but what have I done to him to make him hate me? I’m there for him every time he needs me, especially now that his dad is barely sober anymore. I wish I wasn’t so easily fooled all the fucking time! I pull my hair out of frustration.

I’m still standing in the same spot, before me the now familiar big blue desperate eyes. I frown, tightening my jaw and glaring at him, doing my best to keep the tears from coming out. He opens his mouth to speak, but I push him hard using both of my hands and start walking out of the store. 

The walking then turned into jogging and soon after I was running. Tears flowing freely down my cheeks being instantly dried by the air hitting my face. Tons of ‘look where you’re walking’s, ‘asshole’s and other kind of rude remarks were shouted at me. But it was one which brought me to stop in my tracks. 

“I took you because Ashton wanted you safe!”

I slowly turn around, pierce Luke with a gaze full of fury, and walk towards him. Centimetres away from him I stop. One hand is all I need to let out my anger. I slap him across the face as hard as I could, and even though he covers his cheek with his hand to calm the pain, I can see it reddening.

“Don´t you dare keep lying to my face!” I spat at him.

“I’m not lying, Moon! I’m sorry for keeping things from you, but I didn’t ever lie to you! I promise,” his voice was lowered at the end. I guess the slap caused him real pain since his eyes are getting watery.

“I told you to stop,” I say through greeted teeth.

“Hey Miss, are you okay?” A deep voice speaks and I turn to face an around fifty years old man glaring at Luke.

“No,” I snap, “he kidnapped me,” my eyes still looking directly into Luke’s.

“No, that’s not true! She’s just really fucked up and I’m just trying to help her,” he defended himself making me sigh a laugh and shake my head.

“It doesn’t look like that, mate,” the man says to him and then looks at me. “We’re you parents, love?”

“At home-”

“Just let me talk to you, Moon. I can explain,” he interrupted me begging to my eyes as tears travel down his cheeks. And I don’t think it was because of the slap anymore.

“I can take you to your house, come on,” the man grabs me by my elbow.

My house is miles away from here and there’s no way he can take me there. I want to be far away from Luke right now, but I don’t know if I want to go back. I don’t know if that’d be safe for me and my family. The bad guy is still chasing us, and going back now, sounds far from smart… Wait! Is that even happening? Oh my god, I shake my head frantically. What if Luke’s taking me to that asshole, what if I’m serving myself on a silver platter, what if I don’t survive tonight, what if… where are they? I think as I’m going through all my pockets looking for my drugs, when I remember I don’t have them anymore. Luke does. I look at him desperately and he pats he’s black skinny jeans’ front pocket.