It doesn’t take me long to get back to my house, but when I do get home a sudden rush of adrenaline shoots through my body like a fire cracker. I feel my blood boil as my feet follow the carpet on the stairs to my room. I try to keep myself in one piece until I get to my room, but my mum notices my arrival and holds onto my arm, stopping me from escaping.
“Dear, you seem a bit on edge. What happened? Was it that boy? Did he hurt you?!” She bombards me with questions and I feel myself slowly unravelling, I feel like a time bomb.
I shake my head and my mum and pull my arm from her; she furrows her eyebrows at me and starts to look even more worried.
“Are you not telling me something? I can contact the police. Did he hurt you?” She demands and I shake my head again, dodging her eye contact.
“Just let me sleep.” I manage to whisper.
“Not until you tell me, what’s up.”
“Nothing, I’m fine.”
“You say you’re always ‘fine’ but you’re not, Bennie. You’re not.” She starts to cry and I have to turn my back. “Let me help you.”
“You can’t even help yourself.” I say and the anger showing in my words. She gasps at my comeback and pulls me back down the steps by my arm.
“Bennie...”
"No."
"Can we just talk?" She questions
"No."
"It might help. Talking it out, I mean."
“Don’t even start, mom! Don’t you dare try and act protective over me, don’t act like the support parent and pretend that you’ve been like that all along. Can’t you just leave me alone, like you used to do! Remember when you didn’t give a toss about me and you’d blow me off like I wasn’t important. Remember how I used to cry and you wouldn’t be there to patch it up. Remember the continuous line of men who would stay the night with you. The fact that you cared about having your daily sex with a daily man more than me, just broke everything. I can’t look at you. I try, but I’m always reminded of how much of disgrace you are. If you think we were actually getting back on track and fixing the problems in our relationship, you’re so damn wrong!” I scream. “Even after all of that, you still are in the spotlight with your problems. When’s it my turn, mum? When?!”
I run up the stairs into my room and slam the door shut, screaming. I kick at my wall and scratch at it so much that the wallpaper peels off. I yank at it until it a large amount of it comes off in my hand, and then it is dumped onto the floor. My hands shove all the bottles of perfume and books onto the floor so there is nothing on any desk top. I grab an empty glass bottle and throw it at the other side of the wall, shattering it. I repeat the same with six other glass bottles, even if they still have liquid inside. I run over to my bed and pull off the sheets. My feet kick the pile I arranged earlier and I rip up my books.
My hands turn into fists as I begin to thump the wall.
I let out another scream and try my hardest to put the wooden drawers in front of my door so no one is able to enter, but when my foot misses its step, my body falls to the floor with a thump. My hair covers my face and gets stuck to my wet eyes. I clamp my mouth shut with my left hand as I scream as loud as I can, while my right hand pulls at my hair.
...
I close my eyes and then blink a couple of times, letting the last couple of tears rolls down my cheek. I stay still on my floor and one arm flop to the side of me, as the other one rests on my stomach. It’s almost like I fear to move, so I don’t.
*Luke’s POV*
I leave my brother on the sand when I realise that I need to talk to Bennie.
...
I jog down the path garden, and the wind blows over my wet clothes making me shiver. My hand hovers over the glass door before I decide to just go for it. I knock on the door and in a matter of seconds; the skinny woman from the camera appears. She looks different in person. Her face is even paler than normal, her eyes are puffy and she looks like she’s about the blow chunks everywhere.
“Is Bennie here?” I ask and she nods her head. “Is she okay?”
She shakes her head at me and many tears roll down her cheek. She looks distraught.
“She’s out of control.” Her voice shakes and I let myself in the house. “Upstairs.”
I thank her and rush up the stairs where I see four doors. I put my head around two and no one is in the rooms, but the third door is harder to open. I throw my body weight at the door and replay my actions several times until I fit myself through the gap I made.
There on the floor, I see a weakened version of Bennie. She doesn’t move or even blink so I hurry down and sweep her up. Her head hangs over my arms, along with her arms and legs.
“Fuck. Bennie, can you hear me?” I say, placing her onto her bed.
I shake her slightly but she doesn’t respond, mentally or physically.
“C’mon.” I say, trying to move her.
When I look down, I notice her chest move up and down and I can’t begin to explain to relief that washes over me.
“You scared me back then.” I lightly joke but still no response.
I lean down towards her, with my lips hovering over hear ear and I whisper something:
“Hold on.”
She blinks a tear as she recalls the words she told me earlier.
I bring my eyes to the camera that I placed in vengeance and shake my head slowly, knowing that I’m now the one being watched.
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The Show ((Luke Brooks Fanfic))
Teen Fiction**She's just entertainment for them.** Bennie lives with her mum in the coast and you could say her life was normal, until she starts to become a source of entertainment for four boys. Luke the leader, comes up with the plan to put cameras in Bennie...
