mistake [luke hemmings]

r o n n i e

//

One Week Later

Luke slipped his hand in mine as we walked down the street. It was late, and we just left the movie theater, the popcorn still stuck in our teeth. "So where do you want to go now?" Luke asked.

I laughed. "Luke, it's really late. We should go home."

"Okay. My place?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "So soon in our relationship? I've gotta say, Luke, I didn't know you were like that."

"Well, aren't you tired?" he asks, kissing the top of my head.

"Hmmm...maybe." I smile at him and kiss his lips.

He puts his arms around my waist and lifts me off the ground. I smile on his lips and play with his hair- Bang!

We break apart and look around, Luke's hand growing tighter on mine. I turn my head this way and that, wondering where the gunshot came from, and hoping that it wasn't too close. Bang! My heartbeat speeds up. "Luke..." I whimper, holding his waist.

"Let's go," he says roughy, pulling me forward. We walk quickly past the dark buildings around us, hoping that the gunshots were over, and hoping that we can make it back home safely. Luke walks fast in front of me, holding me against him.

Something jumps in front of us as we pass a dark alley. I scream and Luke jumps back. He holds me tightly and- "Ronnie?" Luke gasps. The man chuckles. "You thought you had me dead, huh? Didn't you? Didn't you?!" Ronnie shouts. I flinch, then noticed the gun in his hand. My breath quickens and my eyes water up.

Ronnie notices me and walks closer, stroking my hair. "Get your hands off of her," Luke tells him harshly. Ronnie glares at him and smiles evilly at me. His forehead is patted with dried blood, probably from when Luke hit him with the crowbar.

I wonder if he was this crazy before Luke hit him.

"Lukey, is this your girlfriend?" he sneers. "She's pretty, isn't she?"

"Don't touch her."

"Heh, heh. You forgot your drugs..."

"Ronnie-"

"They aren't for free anymore." Luke breathes in deeply, but he doesn't take his eyes off of Ronnie.

Ronnie picks up his hand- the one with the gun- and aims it at Luke's forehead, only inches away. I whimper, "No, no. Please."

"Shut up, whore," he snaps as he pulls the trigger. I let go of Luke and push Ronnie from his standing position. He falls to the ground and the gun goes off, but doesn't hit Luke. "Run!!" Luke tells me, and I do. His footsteps tell me that he's right behind me. We make it to the next alleyway and turn into it. We hide in the shadows as Luke takes out his phone to dial 911. We keep quiet until they pick up. "911. What is your emergency?" We stay silent, not wanting Ronnie to find us any quicker than he already will. The other line is quiet, then, "We have your location. Everything is going to be fine," and they hang up.

We wait, slumped up against the building's wall, holding hands.

We hear Ronnie moan close by, probably only a few feet away, just before the turn into the alley. I hold my breath and squeeze Luke's hand tighter.

Then I hear the sirens.

The police cars are surrounding us in an instant. There are some on the far end of the alleyway and some right by us. "No!!" Ronnie screams as an officer runs towards him with handcuffs. They knock the gun out of his hands and throw him against their car, flashing red and blue. Luke let's go of my hand and hugs me tight. "I'm so glad you're okay,"" he says into my hair. I smile. "So Ronnie's your friend, huh?" I say.

Luke stammers. "He wasn't like that. I swear, he never wanted to kill me."

I laugh, making Luke sigh and shake his head at the obscurity of the situation. "These last two weeks have been crazy."

"Tell me about it."

+

I don't know if you liked this chapter but I thought it was cool...

one more chapter to go