The Show ((Luke Brooks Fanfic))

Chapter 16

I made 1k. Swag. Ily

His eyes don’t connect with mine straight away; instead he looks around his surroundings and lets out a tired huff. I see a small tear roll down his cheek and before I can think about it, my fingers wipe it away and that brings his attention to me. He doesn’t move or say anything for a short period of time, he just stares and I feel very uncomfortable. His lips are parted and he still looks pale, it looks like there is no life in him.

“Oh god, your brother is really worried about you. I’ll go fetch help, you stay here.” I rush.

“No, don’t.” He barely says and his voice sounds ice cold.

“You need to go to the hospital.” I look around for anyone in sight.

“I don’t, I just need to die.” He cries and several tears roll down his cheek.

He breaks eye contact with me and I want to comfort him, I want to tell him to be strong but I know that if I speak, I will start crying along with him. The words ‘I just need to die’ makes me ache inside. It makes me want to crawl in a ball and wait for everything to disappear. It makes me want to give up.

But I can’t.

I won’t.

Not yet.

I take a deep breath, swallow the lump in my throat and blink away the tears before they even think about falling. I remove my coat from my body and place it on top of Luke’s bare chest.

Luke bites his lip and I think it’s because he’s holding in the emotions he’s feeling now. He’s bottling everything in and that’s what I’m assuming got him into this mess in the first place. I shake my head, then realise he isn’t looking at me.

I lean down closer to him and whisper into his ear so only he can hear.

“Hold on.”

I don’t really think about what I say until after it escapes my lips. The same words my dad said to me when he left.

His eyes wander around the rocks where I discovered him and I notice the tears continuously slide down his cheek.

I stare at him for a couple of minutes before standing up and shouting into the air; shouting for help.

“Stop.” His voice cracks.

I listen to him and crouch back down to his limp body. I place my hand on his arm and it is freezing.

“Oh my god, you’re so cold.” I choke.

“Don’t get help.” His lip quivers and I remove my jumper, leaving my in a tank top. I fold the material around his arms as if I’m tucking him in, but it doesn’t seem to work. In fact, his body shakes even more.

I begin to panic and think over the best options, I could run and find help, even if that did mean I would have to leave him, or I could wait for someone to discover us, then I wouldn’t have to leave him alone.

“Don’t.” He begs again.

“Luke, I need to get you to the hospital. Please.”

He shakes his head and looks up at the sky; the dark sky. He scans around it as if he’s looking at clouds.

Then it hits me, I remember a film I watched. Charlie St Cloud. When the girl was almost dead from drowning or something, Zac Efron jumped in and he did all the CPR stuff and when that didn’t work, he converted body heat or something.

Without anything else, I take the coat off Luke and remove my tank. I feel slightly embarrassed so I put the coat around me but I try my best to lift Luke’s body weight onto my knees as I press my stomach and chest against his.

Within minutes, his mood changes from cold, sad and innocent into cold, sad and guilty.

“Don’t.” I say before he can speak.

“It wasn’t exactly my dying wish, but it will do...” He croaks with a small smile on his face.

“This is not for sexual purposes.” I grunt.

He winks and pushes his body closer to mine.

“You can move?!” I practically shout.

“I got feeling back in my body around two minutes ago.” He laughs and I shove him away from me picking up my top and buttoning up my coat across my nearly naked chest.

“You’re disgusting.” I spit.

“And you have nice boobs.”

I stand up and begin to walk away. I lift my hands up and rub my eyes, still trying to contain my tears.

“Bennie, wait up.” Luke moans, from a bit away from me.

I ignore his calls and hurry my speed towards the steps. The only bad thing about being on sand is that I can’t hear if he creeps behind me.

“What did I do wrong?” He questions, grabbing onto my arm making me come to a stop.

He stands in front of me and attempts to get eye contact but I refuse and move my head away from him, but when his hands cup my face, I’m forced to meet his eyes. I feel my throat and jaw start to ache as I hold in the tears.

“Get off me.” I whisper.

“What?”

I push him at him but his body doesn’t move. I keep trying though.

 “You ass!” I scream and before I know it, I’m throwing my fists into his chests and kicking at him. The tears roll crawl down my face as he just takes my violent movements. “You monster!”

He grabs hold of my wrists before I can hit him again and he pulls me into a hug and for some unknown reason, I don’t resist. I just cry into his chest as he cradles me.

“Luke!” Beau’s voice booms and I pull myself from Luke.

My eyes wander to Beau and I walk past him, brushing my arm across his.

“Thanks for finding him.” He says. “Bennie?”

I just continue walking back to my house.

Fuck everyone.