aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Sixty

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Becca's POV

I am currently crouched in the passenger seat of Mike's car and crying my eyes out. What that man did scarred me for life. I am traumatized. Nobody can touch me. Nobody. Not even my own husband.

I look up and wipe my eyes, hugging me knees to my chest closer than before, and I look at Luke. He is sitting on the edge of the cliff and it scares me, what his previous thoughts were... Had I caused him to think he should try something? Was this all my own fault? If I would've asked Luke to come with me this morning, none of this would've happened. I shouldn't have said those last words, "Then why'd you let something happen to me?". Because I know he can do it, but I never gave him the chance to save me. That breaks my heart into uncountable shards.

Mike, Luke and Julie get back in the car and we drive silently. The only audible sound is Luke tapping his fingers nervously on the back of the leather seat I am occupying. Anyway, we get back to Mike's house a few minutes later and all climb out of the car. I stumble on my feet the moment I set foot inside from all the shaking I've had. We all sit quietly on the couch, Luke next to me and Julie next to Mike, who's slouched across from me.

Luke looks a over at me, and I notice his eyes are just as puffy as mine. I didn't think I had the power to hurt him like that. "I love you," He says quietly, but everyone can hear since the volume is low.

"I-I love you too," I add, making him grin but look down. I sigh, dragging my hands down my thighs and around my knees.

"I think we should get going, yeah?" Luke says, brows raised. I nod and wave to Mike and Julie. Luke and I stand up and stride on over to the black Ford in the driveway, and we drive back to our apartment. I pray to God that Peter is at Liz and Andrew's house. "I took Pete to my mum's house sometime in between all this," Luke says. Mind reader.

"I'm gonna go get a shower," I say and jog upstairs. I lock myself into the bathroom and peel off my dirty, stained dress, let my hair down, and climb into the steamy water dripping down from the shower head.

I let it soak me as I wash my hair out. I scrub the body wash on harshly and rinse myself off, then I sit down on the floor. But I stand up again, leaving the water running, and rummage through one of the drawers under the sink. I pull out a blade Luke never knew I had, and plop back down in the water. Tears roll down my pink cheeks as I stare down at my scarred wrists. When I glide the metal in between two scars I wince and let the blood trickle freely throughout the shower water that's left to drain out in the bottom of the tub.

I decide that 3 cuts is enough and run water over my open cuts. They stop bleeding sooner than I expected so I turn the knob and the water stops. I wipe my eyes and wrap a towel around my torso after making sure that the new cuts stopped bleeding for sure. They did so I walk back into the bedroom and pick out clothes to wear. It's only about 2:30 now.

As soon as I sit down on the bed and pick my broken phone up, Luke walks in.

"Are you okay? You're crying," Luke questions and sits down beside me. I nod and wipe my eyes again so he knows I am alright.

"I'm okay," I say. Luke smiles and sighs. His smile shrinks into a frown as he gazes down at the floor.

"I just have to ask..." He whispers. "Did he... Do the real deal?" I frown too and nod fractionally. Luke covers his face in his hands and lets out a deep breath. "I'm so sorry I let this happen, Bec. I can't even say how much I screwed up," He adds.

"No. It's not your fault," I say. I scoot back against the headboard so I'm more comfortable. Luke nods.

"It is," He mutters, thinking I can't hear but I did. I drop the subject, though.