Amnesia // Luke Hemmings

Chapter 32

*Luke's P.O.V.*

I stare down onto my phone, always expecting to receive a call from her. I know it's highly unlikely but I like to pretend that she's going to call any moment now. Am I going crazy? I hope not.

God damn, I just miss her so much. I miss her, I miss everything about her. I miss her cute glasses. I miss her cute hair. I miss her cute face. I miss her cute jokes. I miss her cute smile, no beautiful smile. She's absolutely beautiful.

I need to get a grip on myself. I can't continue to do this to myself. I don't know why I keep saying this. It's like I go through this every single day with myself. I don't know anymore. I need to open my eyes and realize, she may never be back.

Will I ever be able to accept that? No. Will I ever be able to understand that? No. Will I be in denial? Probably. It's like I can't think straight anymore, she was basically my world. I'd do literally anything for her.

I say this too often, and I can't stop. I miss her. I would never want to date another girl that isn't her. Sure, I've had like two or three girlfriends before her, but none were as serious. My relationship with Katrina was serious, or at least it was to me.

I can picture myself with her in the future. We'd have the fancy two story house, and we'd have two children. I'd want a boy first, them a girl. Just in case my little girl gets hurt, he can hurt who did it. It's a little lame, but I'd love to do that. We'd be such a happy family, we would love each other very much.

Luke get a hold of yourself.

I can't. My mind drifts out to the thought of our very happy and beautiful family before I'm interrupted by a noise. I look down to realize it's my phone. I bring it closer to eyes to examine the number, it's an unknown number.

I carefully slide my hand over the answer button and hold the phone to my ear, "Hello?"

"Hello, Luke." A man with a raspy voice says.

"Um, hey? Who's this?" I question, I've never heard this voice before.

"We have you girlfriend." My stomach does a flip.

"What?" I stand up.

"We have her." I hear some distance noise and some rambling. "Say hello princess." A small voice squeaks, "Hello."

"Katrina?!" My eyes nearly pop out of my face.

"Yup, that's her!" The man laughs.

"What have you guys done to her?" I grow furious.

"Oh, what haven't we done to her! She's nearly dead! You don't seem to care."

"Care? I don't care, I fucking love that girl! How dare you fucking say I don't care because that's bullshit! I-"

The man cuts me off, "Listen kid, we'll tell you where she is, and you can get her. In return, you give us fifty thousand dollars. By midnight."

"Fifty thousand dollars? How the fuck am I supposed to get fifty mother fucking thousand dollars? I'm apart of an opening act, we don't get paid much!" I practically scream into the phone.

"I don't care, but if YOU cared for her, you'd get the money kiddo."

"Fine, I'll get it." I groan, how will I pull this off?

"I'll send you information within a text. Now kid, you play any games with us, she'll get this. Don't try to fuck us over and think that you'll get away with it. This isn't the movies where they bring back up and beat the bad guys, that doesn't happen. This is reality, people die. You're little "girlfriend" will die if you don't follow our directions. Don't think we're fucking around either." A loud scream is heard in the background.

"What was that?" They better not have touched her.

"I just cut your girlfriend's cheek," He yells something to the back " Stop fucking screaming you stupid bitch."

"Don't say that you cunt! Don't touch her! I'll be there with the money, but please don't do anything!" I plead.

"Alright, kiddo." The line goes dead.

Following the call, I receive the text with the information on where they are. I look the place up on google maps, and it shows a abandoned looking place in London. We're not so far from London, about an hour or so away from there. I'll probably sneak away, that could work.

The only problem is the money. What do I have to do to get that money? Sell drugs? I can't do that, my mom would kill me. Rob a bank? Too hard. Steal it? Maybe. But from who could I steal it from?

That's when it hits me, the One Direction boys are loaded with money. Simple, I'll ask one of them for a check for five dollars, then change the total amount. This isn't exactly the best idea, but it'll do.

There's not much time, I need to hurry up with this. I head over to the place where the boys are hanging out, in the hotel. I softly knock on Niall's hotel room.

"Hello? What's the craic?" Niall says with a yawn, I must have just woken him up from a nap.

"Um, I need to ask of you for a favor." I awkwardly shrug and look down onto my feet.

"Sure, what do ya need?" He smiles widely, I feel guilty already.

"Can I borrow some money? I don't get paid to later on in the week, but I'm starving right now and I was gonna get some, but I haven't got any money." My lips go into a straight line.

"Sure mate! I'll write ya a check or something right now, hold on." He walks over to his suitcase and pulls out a check book.

He scribbles some words onto the rectangular shaped piece of paper and hands it to me and says, "You better not forget me food mate!" He laughs and I walk out.

I look down onto the paper, smiling as I pull out my pen. I slowly duplicate the zeros, making the total $50,000.00. Niall may hate me for this, but I have to. If it saves Katrina, I'm willing to do whatever for her.

Now onto getting to London. I'll probably take a cab there. I have only dollars, so I have only $70. Hopefully it'll be enough.

...

I managed to make it to London, and about a block from the place where Katrina is.

I wanted to walk the way there, I didn't want to have any suspicious activity and what not. I'm actually very terrified. I'm mentally scolding myself right now as I think of the current situation I have put myself into.

I've gotten into a life or death situation, with actual killers. What am I going to do? I don't have a plan or anything. I'm just going to give them the money and hope for the best. When I went to the bank, I told them the money was for a car, so it wouldn't be so suspicious.

God this is so nerve wrecking. I'm about a few feet away from the door step, and I'm sweating so much. I knock and ring the door bell once. A tall man opens the door and grins.

"We've been expecting you Luke."

A/N: so this story is probably going to end within a few chapters, writer's blocks got me hard. okay bye ily.