aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Forty Four

Luke's POV

I am literally locked in the bathroom of Ashton's house, he and Mike are banging on the door begging for me to come out. Too bad for them I guess.

"Luke, please come out!" Mike says in a small voice.

"You can't stay in there forever, she will be okay," Ash says.

"You don't know that," I say. I stand up and look in the mirror, my hair is a mess and my eyes are bloodshot. I am trembling like crazy, tears dropping nonstop from my eyes, I'm just in the worst shape right now.

How could she do this? First she tries to leave and then she attempts suicide twice. The knife and the pills in the hospital. I made a pact with myself, that I'd keep her safe. I clearly failed.

Becca literally brings me to nirvana. I can't live without her. She is the most beautiful girl in the world, she is pure perfection, so why does she hate herself? I mean I am aware that her parents barely knew her or anything but... Hate? That's a little extreme.

I let out a sob, for what seems like the zillionth time in the last hour. I hear the front door open, and two girl's voices shout.

"Where is Luke?!" Kristen asks frantically.

"Locked in the bathroom," Calum says. I hadn't even realised he was here.

"Is there anything in there?" Julie asks. Anything as in dangerous in this situation, I guess?

"No," Ash says. Damn it. I look in the mirror, raising my fist and smashing it. The broken shards fall to the ground, cutting my hand in the process. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit there's something in there now," Ash says. I pick up a shard of the broken mirror's glass.

"Luke, no!" Mike shouts. Before I can do anything, the door is busted open. Mike grabs the glass and throws it out the window, then leads me out of the bathroom.

"Oh my god," Calum cries. Kristen sits beside him, in the corner farthest from me, and hugs him. Julie is currently talking to Ashton, calming him down, but it's not working because she bursts into a fit of tears like everyone else is.

"Luke," Mike whispers. "Everything will come good, I promise."

"Why should I believe that?" I ask just as quietly. Mike lays his hands on my shoulders for comfort, then looks me in the eye.

"Have I ever broken a promise? A serious one, at least?" He asks.

"No," I say.

"That won't change, Luke, Becca's gonna be alright."

"But she tried to leave me!" I shout. Everyone looks over to me, gaping. I bite my lip and run outside. I run down the street, faster and faster than each step I took before.

In five minutes, I stop dead in my tracks, staring at the sight in front of me. The puddle of blood, the glistening knife in the midst of it, the (what I am assuming is) tears on the counter. I shuffle around in the kitchen of Brent's otherwise deserted house, looking at everything else. I hear voices outside, it turns out Calum and Ashton were following. Luckily they don't enter the house, instead just catch a glimpse of the tattered building and continue panting down the road. I trudge out of the kitchen and down the hall to a bedroom so dirty I cringe in disgust.

The bed isn't made, but there are boxes of cigarettes and empty beer bottles on the blanket (no, not comforter, blanket). There is an ugly brown stain on the ground, and several thick layers of dust on ever piece of furniture. In the corner, there is a puddle of blood and handcuffs on the floor, along with a small piece of paper.