aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Fifty Six

Livi's POV

A day later, I wake up and blink the blur of sleep out of my eyes as I sit up. Dylan is downstairs, I only know that because he is such a morning person and I hear the microwave going off.

"Morning baby," He smiles, kisses my cheek, and pulls out the microwaveable waffles from the microwave. I roll my eyes at him playfully and run back upstairs. entering the bathroom attached to the master bedroom.

I brush out my hair and teeth, then I pull some white skinnies and a blue tank top from the dresser and shrug them on over my almost-bare morning body.

"I'm gonna go see Becca today while you're at the job interview," I say. Dylan applied for a job at the bank, he's been interested in that for a long time now. I have not the slightest idea why, though.

"Alright, tell me how she is. I gotta leave in half an hour," Dylan says. I glance over at the stovetop and see that it's 10:00. Shit, visiting hours are starting.

"Oh! I gotta get going, love you!" I shout as I exit the apartment. Before I walk to my car, I knock on Luke's door.

"Hey," He smiles when he sees me. "Are we going to see Bec?"

"Yeah, I'm driving," I say. Luke nods and follows me out to my car. It's a Honda minivan, the shade is dark red. I don't like it but it was the only one the dealership had up for grabs.

The ride to the dreaded hospital is silent, but Luke and I run into the tall white building anyway. The man at the desk addressed the room to us so we prance on over, except Becca isn't in bed and the bathroom door is closed.

Luke sits down in a chair against the wall, while I knock on the wooden bathroom door.

"Becca? You in there?" I call, pressing my ear against the door for a sign of her in there. "Can I come in?" Silence. I look over at Luke with worried eyes but he's staring at the ceiling too hard to notice my worried expression. I wrap my fist around the doorknob and luckily it isn't locked, so I walk in the pitch black room and flip the lights on.

The sight in front of me kills me. Becca is laying on the tile floor, eyes glazed over and a huge puddle of dry blood encircles her. The shins of her dirty grey sweats are literally drenched in a brown substance, most likely dry blood as well. I gasp and kneel down beside her fragile, limp body, gaping as tears build in the corners of my eyes.

"Oh my god," I whisper. "Becca," I say, louder this time. I try shaking her awake but there is no luck, she doesn't move a muscle. I notice her oversized shirt is slightly rolled up, and a large line of blood on her stomach. I fold up the shirt even higher and see 5 big cuts there. I put pressure on her wrist with two fingers, gladly there is a pulse but it's really slow.

I let out a sob, Luke rushes in and literally faints.

"So, Becca, we have your-" Dr. Taylor starts, but she doesn't see Bec obviously and looks in the bathroom. "Oh my gosh," She covers her mouth and kneels next to Becca and Luke.

"I just found her like this, and he passed out when he saw her," I cry. Dr. Taylor nods and we pick Becca up, lay her on the bed, and attempt to get Luke. "I'll try and wake Luke up, you take care of Becca," I instruct. I get that I am being a bit bossy, but I love my friends and I can't let Becca stay like this. She needs care, now.

Dr. Taylor nods and does her doctory magic on Becca, while I shake Luke awake.

"Come on, wake up Luke!" I say, gently pounding a weak fist onto his toned chest. He has a cut on his brow, probably hit the sink during the fall. "Luke! Please, wake up already!"