aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Sixty One

Luke's POV

Becca's eyes widen at what I just explained to her. Recently, I've been observing that she rarely eats, and it worried me, so I questioned her about it and attempted a joke. But now she looks like she's been told she has incurable cancer.

"Bec?" I ask softly. "What's the matter?"

"Oh, um, nothing's the matter. I just need a shower," She fakes and scampers away before I get the chance to talk again. I notice that she went into the bathroom that's not attached to our room. Strange. I shrug it off and lean against the back of the chair, closing my eyes and thinking.

Twenty minutes of swimming in my thoughts later, Becca walks downstairs. I didn't hear the shower running but I guess I wasn't paying attention so it would've been hard to catch. I stand up and plop down on the couch next to Becca.

"Hey," I say.

"Hi," Becca says simply.

"I hope you didn't take that too seriously?" I add quietly, brows raised and knitted together.

"Take what too seriously?"

"Don't go all bulimic on me, that's what," I say. Becca bites her lip and stares down at her stomach.

"I didn't," She lies.

"Please don't lie to me, Becca. I know you didn't get a shower. You went and stared at yourself in the mirror in the other bathroom."

"I-I don't know what to say to you, though. I've got more issues than Seventeen."

"No, you don't, Becca. I'm here to support you, because I love you. No matter what. Forever and always. To Pluto and back, 100 times."

Becca smiles and looks back up. "Ditto," She says. Her smile shrinks down again, though. It commutes into a frown and her gaze returns to the floor. "I gotta tee up soon."

"Okay," I nod in agreement.

"I'm gonna go call the doctor, I'll be upstairs," She sighs and stands up. I nod and go to the kitchen table. I drink the rest of the water in the glass she poured earlier and place it into the sink.

The only sound is Becca's distanced voice above me as she sets up an appointment with the doctor. I honestly have no idea if there are any ways to cure bulimia nervosa. Or if it's anorexia, she could be given some appetite suppressant pills or fluids and she'd be better. Right? I'm here for her, I won't ever leave her. I stand behind her in the battle of personhood she fights each day. I mean, whoever decides what happens to her during life is horrible. First the unloving parents. Then the bullies in year 6. Next, Brent. She's depressed. The countless visits to the hospital. Her soiled wrists and stomach (including all suicidal thoughts and attempts). The Mad Rapist who [temporarily] traumatized her. Now, we figure she's got an eating disorder? What the f*ck, Life? If you want her dead than-

No.

Don't kill her. Do not. She is strong, with an army of mates standing with her when she needs us the most. She's had a shitty past, yeah, but that doesn't change anybody's opinion on her. I swear I won't stop loving her, it just won't happen even if I tried. If anyone should die here, it's me.

But, all the same, I have to say she's blessed. She married me, making me being just as blessed as she is, and has many supportive and strong-willed friends. We had an amazing son. I couldn't ask for more, except that I stay true to my word and keep her as safe as possible from further pain.

I am cut off of my thoughts when Becca returns down stairs. I smile and wait for her to inform me on the appointment.

"Surprisingly, they're free tomorrow at 11, so I'm gonna go then," She states. I nod and sit down on the chair I normally sit on at the table.