aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Forty Six

Luke's POV

I am beyond confused. The only word running through my mind is mirror. What does that have to do with anything? A mirror caused my wife to attempt suicide? Bull dust.

"Lily, can I have a moment alone with Becca?" I ask. She nods and walks out of the room.

"Yeah?" Bec asks.

"Why did you point to the mirror?" I ask. "I need an honest answer, and I can tell when you're lying."

"Mirrors reflect the image before it," She says. "And my image had hate written all over it."

"Oh," Is all I can say. I fidget around in the red chair I am occupying, uncomfortably. After a few hours, Dr. Klein forces me to leave. I kiss Becca's lips softly and walk out of the room, then to my car.

*Can we hang out?* I text Calum.

*Yeah, meet me at my place.* I nod although he cannot see me and hop in my car. I press down on the radio button, immediately turning it off because Hot In Herre is playing. Anyway, I drive quietly to Calum's house.

"Hey," He says and opens his front door wider as I that I can get inside. I step in and plop down on the comfortable couch once we reach the lounge. "So how's Becca?"

"She's okay," I lie. I hate how Calum has known me so long that he can see straight through my lies.

"Luke..." He warns, a hint if sorrow in his voice since he knows something happened.

"She tried it again," I say reluctantly. "Killing herself, I mean."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Calum sighs and bites down on his lip before he starts crying.

"She blamed it on a mirror," I breathe out. Calum furrows his brows much like I had last night and this morning.

"Come again?" Cal asks.

"Mirrors reflect the image before it, and my image had hate written all over it."

"Woah... That's deep..." Calum says. It kinda is, so I nod in response.

"She gave me this... speech? I don't know, but something about dark mist threading through her," I say. "She told me that the mist was hate."

"Even deeper," Calum says. I glare at him, because it feels like he's not paying me any attention but just commenting on how "deep" Becca's been lately. "I'm sorry man, I can't help it."

"I know," I sigh.

"Where did she get all this hate from?" Calum asks.

"Depression," I say. "Lily told me. She also said that her parents didn't care for her at all. I would go kill them but they're already dead."

"For not caring for her?" He asks.

"Yeah," I say. "Who wouldn't care about her?"

"Anybody out of their mind," Calum says. That's true. "I mean, she's beautiful. Strong, kind, funny, and beautiful. How could her own parents not care about her?" I shrug sadly.

"Um, can I talk to you? About something else, though?" I ask.

"Shoot."

"Well, my mum and dad don't know about Brent, or me being shot, or Becca cutting, or how many times she's been in the hospital," I say.

"Why not?" Cal asks.

"I don't want their pity, and I don't think Becca does either. But we need to tell them, I just don't know... how to tell them."