Make it Stop ⇼ Luke Hemmings

Twenty.

I was in and out of the hospital in a few hours. Without telling the doctors about the pills, they merely observed me and gave me some antibiotics and that was that. After a silent ride home, Owen informed me that a friend was here to see me and was now waiting in my room. As I slowly brought myself up the stairs, I saw Kaylee standing aimlessly, closing the door behind me for more privacy.

“Hey.” I whispered, she shook her head.

“I can’t believe you.” She snarled. Fuck, she’s angry. “Everyone knows, Romy!” She spat. “Everyone but your best fucking friend. I can’t believe you!” She nearly yelled.

“What are you talking about?” I played dumb, staring at the floor. She scoffed.

“Oh, you know.” She crossed her arms, standing up. “You’ve been seeing Luke, and everyone knows but me! Madison Brown came up to the table and asked where Luke’s little fuck buddy is!” She lowered her voice, but it still had that distinct stinging tone. “Have you fucked?” She demanded.

“Yeah.” I whispered. “Once.” She gasped, her mouth falling open.

“How long?”

“I don’t know. About a month, maybe.” Kaylee sprung up, getting in my face.

 

“What the fuck, Romy!” She yelled. “How could you be so shallow?!?! I knew something was going on! I knew! And I fucking asked you!” She was furious. “That’s a real bitchy thing to do!” She yelled, pushing me lightly, my eyes widened with hurt and anger.

“Don’t call me a bitch!” I protested, pushing her back. “It’s not like I didn’t want to tell you! You’re so far on Ashton’s dick that you never pay any attention to me! That’s the way it’s always been-” She cut me off.

“Oh, bullshit! You’re so stupid-” I continued, cutting her off.

“No! Shut up, Kaylee! I’m the stupid one?” I challenged. “Last time I checked, you’re the pregnant one!” I knew it was a low blow, but I couldn’t help myself. I refused to be attacked by her.

“Excuse me?” Her face was turning red. “Fuck you, Romy! At least I told you! You’re my best fucking friend, I told you! You’re the one that’s keeping secrets!” I rolled my eyes.

“You’re not here for me!” I admitted. “When was I ever supposed to tell you?!?! You just disappear when you get bored of me!” We were both on the brink of tears, standing a foot apart and glaring at each other.

“I’m always there for you!” She lied. “Fucking college boys wasn’t enough, huh Romy?” She pursed her lips, going through with the lie of how I lost my virginity. “You just had to go and fuck your ‘best mate’, too! You’re such a slut! I hate you!” She used the term loosely, unsure whether it was true.

“Get out of my house!” I yelled. “You know that’s not what happened!” I began to sob, and her face softened. She knew dad raped me. How could she say that.

“I-I didn’t mean that.” Her face fell.

“Get out!” I ordered, pushing her toward the door. With a quiet sigh, she left.

 

***

 

It took a near two hours to collect myself, and by the time I had, I stared at my phone, debating whether to open the texts I had received from Luke about the voicemail I hardly remembered leaving. After throwing my phone in my bag, I slipped on my shoes and ran to Luke’s house with tears continuing to pour out of my eyes. I didn’t knock or acknowledge his family, I went straight up the stairs and to his room, opening the door to see him sitting on his bed with his laptop, typing something—which I assumed was just a paper or even a conversation he was having with someone on facebook. He tore his eyes up for a split second looking to the door as I shut it behind me and sighing, paying attention to his computer as I slowly moved across the room, sitting on the foot of his bed.