Nightmare // Luke Brooks

Chapter thirteen

This is just a short filler chapter but I still hope you enjoy xo

Sorry for the late update I have been sick but yeah here is chappy 13 :) xo

 “Luke, what do you mean you can’t control it?” I spoke. “I don’t want to hurt you okay make sure you don’t go to see my mother again, you will get hurt” Luke stated randomly. “It controls my life, I cant do anything anymore” Luke whispered. I was still sitting down while I felt Luke’s eyes burn onto me. I turned to him and smiled. “I want to help you.” “No Sam, you cant,” He hissed. “Luke no, even if you don’t want me to I’m going to and you can't stop me,” I spoke with a steady tone. Luke just looked into my eyes and smiled. “You actually care?” He questioned. I nodded slowly. I knew that in about an hour Luke would change and we would have a fight again. But I was okay with that for some strange reason. I then felt a strange kind of smoke hit my back I looked up to see Luke smoking. “Where did you get that from?” I asked with worry. “I always have smokes with me.” Luke spoke back as he inhaled the disgusting cancer stick. “What time is it?” I asked. “It is probs like 4am or something” Luke laughed. “Uh im not even tired anymore” I spoke while running my fingers through my hair. “Oh stop that Sammy” Luke sighed. I looked up at him confused while he puffed at his cigarette. “stop what?” I questioned. “Stop running your fingers through your hair, its hot and it turns me on,” Luke sighed once again. I felt my cheeks blush but I didn’t dare to look over at Luke. “Well I’m going to go to sleep.” I stated while breathing the fresh air around me. “Why?” He laughed. “Luke its 4am and there is nothing to do.” I slightly laughed. “I’ll take you somewhere” He smiled. “Luke I look like shi-“ Before I could finish my sentence he grabbed me and started walking. “Where are we going now?” I asked with hint of worry. “Calm down Sammy its no where bad.” “And for a fact you look fine, you always do” Luke laughed. I shook my head because I knew I looked like shit. We kept on walking until Luke stopped. “What now?” I questioned. He walked up to a motorbike and grabbed two helmets. He smirked and I knew what we were about to do. “No fucking way, there is no way.” I spoke while walking the other direction. “Wait Sammy, I promise nothing will happen.” He laughed. He paced the helmet on my head then he placed his on his head. He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the motorbike. I waited for him to sit down. I got on behind Luke and let out a huge sigh. Luke grabbed my arms and placed them around his waist. “Babe your arms go around my waist.”

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After a while of screaming because of the stupid death thing called a motorbike our drive came to an end. I hopped off as quickly as I could and removed my helmet. “That wasn’t so bad was it?” Luke questioned. I just poked him. He placed the helmets back on the bike and started walking. We walked for a good 3 minutes before we came to a deserted area. There was a train line and graffiti was everywhere. “You never fail to take me to the best areas” I smiled as Luke returned one. We stepped over the train line to obviously get to the other side. There was graffiti everywhere I looked, but something stood out to me. There was a wall and it was filled with words. Kind of looked like everyone came here to write their feelings. “Here” Luke spoke as he handed me a sharpie. “What’s this for?” I asked. “Write down what you feel.” I nodded while taking the lid off the sharpie and looking for a spot. I finally found one but the problem was I couldn’t reach it. “I can’t reach it Luke,” I laughed. He smiled while grabbing me. I squealed as he placed me on his shoulders. “There.” He laughed. I then dragged my hand along the small space. I thought hard for a second.

“If I dream about you, I’ll get nightmares but the thing is even if I knew I was going to have a nightmare I would still want to dream of you”

I plopped on the lid and smiled to myself.  

I got off Luke’s shoulders and leaned agaisnt the wall. “You are so beautiful.” Luke whispered. I looked away and started blushing. I knew that I wasn’t beautiful but in his eyes I was which made me feel, happy. Luke was wearing a jumper and it made me wonder what was all of his tattoos like for some reason. “Hey Luke” I spoke looking up at him. He looked back at me and nodded. “What are your tattoos?” I asked. “You want to see them?” He asked back. I nodded while biting my lip. He took his jumper off and turned around. On his back was the most beautiful tattoo I had every seen. I dragged my fingers across his tattoo, basically tracing the outline of his tattoo. “What does it mean?” I asked softly. “It means everything, I want to be different, but a good different. I don’t want to be a murderer anymore I want to be smart, giving and kind.” He smiled as he turned around. “I’m still working on kind.” Luke laughed. I couldn’t resist anymore. I cupped his face and kissed him softly. We pulled apart but our foreheads were still touching. “Sammy.” Luke breathed out. “You can’t fall in love with me,” He stated. Ouch my heart sank. feels like I have heard this conversation before. “I need to get better” Luke whispered. “Promise me Sammy, you can’t fall in love with someone like me, I have to make sure.” I nodded looking away. “You have changed me Sammy, I use to want to kill all day everyday, but the urges have stopped.” He sighed. I looked up and pecked his lips one more time.

 “I’m proud” I smiled.