Amnesia // Luke Hemmings

Chapter 31

*Luke's P.O.V.*

This is all just great, I'm so fucking done with the world. I don't even know what to even think anymore. Fucking Ashton, if he hadn't been such a prick, maybe none of this would have happened. I would have been with her, and if they tried to take her, they wouldn't be able to since I'd be right there. I'm not much of a fighter but if someone were to touch her, I'd go mad.

How am I supposed to be a good boyfriend? Well are we even considered dating? I'm pretty sure we are, but I'm such a great boyfriend. Fuck, I just someone to blame this on. That's a dick move don't do that Luke. My thoughts are taking over my body and I only begin to think of what they're going to do. I can't anymore.

Will I be able to go through the rest of the tour without freaking out so much? I doubt it. I'm a shitty guy, and it should have been me not her. Once the police came, they began asking all these questions, questions none of us had the answers to. I hope Ashton feels guilty as fuck, I feel like I'm blaming this on him, but how could I not?

I can only begin to think of the worst scenarios that could happen.

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"Teen kidnapped from boybander One Direction's party"

"Have you seen this girl?"

"No clues as to where the missing girl is yet."

"Officers are beginning to lose hope in the case."
"Luke, it's time to get on stage." Calum taps on my shoulder.

"What?" Lifting my head from the news reports I've been reading on my phone.

"C'mon let's go." He hands me my guitar.

Ever since the incident happened two weeks ago, the lads have been acting all strange around me. It's like they don't even care about me. They've all been through my emotions, and I think they're tired and done with me. They don't even give me pity, and they're my band mates. If they were in my position, they'd understand, but they're not.

Every performance gets harder and harder for me. Every performance is a day she's not here. It's been only two weeks without her, and I don't know what could have happened. Every performance is a constant reminder of how shitty of a person I am, how I'll never see her again because I'm a fucking shitty person.

Once we finish performing, I run off stage like usual. I head towards the bathroom before anyone asks me anything. As soon as I enter the bathroom, I lock the door, and lean against the door. I can't bare this anymore. I can't do anything. It's like my whole life revolved around her. There's this pain on my chest that won't go away, a never ending thought of her.

I rub my eyes and cry into my hands, I try not to make so much noise. I don't want anyone to start asking if I'm okay. As much as I hate it, I wish someone would say okay. I'd shrug and walk away from them and acted annoyed, but really, I'd be a bit happy that they cared enough to ask me how I'm doing.

I think this bathroom is the One Direction boys' bathroom. I stand up and look around, I stop once I see a shaving tool. I grab it and stare at it for a few minutes before I throw it onto the floor. Once it reaches the floor, I stomp on it repeatedly until it shatters and the blades are only left.

I pick the blades up slowly and carefully, I lean back against the door as I hope the blade up to my skin. Should I do this? It's not like anyone would care nor would they notice, they don't care. No one cares.

You promised you wouldn't.

What?

You promised me, you promised.

That's her voice, in my head. No, no, no, I shake my head. They're just the voices trying to drive me insane.

You promised.

The phrase repeats and repeats until I've had it. "Enough!" I yell as I drag the blade against my wrist. Stupid, stupid, me. I deserve the pain. I keep pressing down harder, until I can't stand the pain. I throw the blade onto the floor, bringing my knees back up only to cry.

I'm a mess.

*Ashton's P.O.V.*

I honestly feel bad for Luke, we all do. We don't want to trigger anything, so we stay away from asking him things. I feel so guilty. I was such a douchebag to Katrina and now she's gone. I bet Luke hates me right now and is probably blaming me for all this. I feel so bad. I take a seat on the couches backstage with Calum and Michael while Luke is probably somewhere hiding and crying.

I pull out my phone and search up "Katrina McVey"

"Officers and Detectives have closed the case of missing teen, pronouncing her dead."

"Holy shit guys," I signal to them "Look at this." I show them the article on my phone.

"Oh fuck." Michael says.

"How are we going to tell Luke?" Calum says, tearing up a bit.

"Tell me what?" Luke walks in, perfect timing.

"Um, nothing." I quickly exit out of Safari and log onto Twitter, acting as if nothing happened.

"Okay." He walks away. There's something on his wrist that's red.

"Hey Luke! Wait up!" I run over to him.

"What?" Luke turns around with a blank expression.

"Uh, Llamas up?" I say with a cheery smile and put my hand into a llama.

"Oh, yeah. Llamas up." He semi-smiles and puts his arm up to make a llama with his hands.

As he puts his hands up, I'm able to see his wrist more clearly. I see blood dripping out, out of cuts? No, this isn't Luke. He's never done this, has he? Fuck I need to tell the lads this, what will we do? What will he do once he finds out that they've pronounced Katrina dead.

Why does this happen to Luke? Luke doesn't deserve any of this! He's such a nice kid, he doesn't deserve all this shit.

*Unknown's P.O.V.*

"Wake up!" I shake the girl.

"What?" She opens her eyes slowly, only to realize where she is.

"C'mon, we're gonna go have some fun!" She tries to get up, funny because she's strapped onto a table.

"What do you mean?" She whimpers.

"This is what I mean." I smile as I pull out a knife, wiping it gently onto her cheek as she begins to cry softly.

"Hey, sh." I run my hand through her hair "It won't be painful, oh wait, it will be!" I laugh evilly as I begin to make small cuts on her sides. I decide not to kill her today, maybe tomorrow. I want to extend this for as long as I can. She's going to die. Nothing's going to stop me. I've planned out how she's going to die and where I'm going to dump the body. Such a long time in solitary can lead to this y'know?

The only thing that would make this better if her boyfriend were here to witness it.

"Raul!" I shout as one of my men come running over.

"Yes sir?" He stands up straight in front of me, not making direct eye contact.

"Go fetch her boyfriend, I want him to be apart of the fun."

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A/N: Hey guys! This story will end in around chapter 40 probably because with my writer's block, I'm beginning to lose interest in this story. But, I think I'll be making an Ashton fanfic after this one, but I haven't came up with any names. Anyways, I hope you guys are enjoying this story, I love you all so much!