aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Sixty Seven

Luke's POV

I was dying inside. I cannot thrive without my baby girl beside me. And to think I would be across the continent by tomorrow? I would kill myself. I'd be guilty and lustful and ugh. I cannot handle this new studio job; But Heather and Danny had to f*cking force me to. I was not lying when I told Becca I begged on my knees for hours for them to let me stay here or take her with me, I literally did. I broke down right in front of my bosses and made a huge scene. I'd be known as Tantrum Boy from now on, because there's a hella group of gossip girls in the studio.

Did I really just say that? This is driving me insane if you couldn't tell already.

All of a sudden, Becca grabs a fistful of my t-shirt and starts crying harder. I frown as the tears from my own eyes fall like rain onto my chin. I watch down at her while she cries into my shirt. I push myself off of the counter I was leaning against and pace to the living room, where I sit down and kiss Becca's lips softly. I wipe some of her tears away with the pad of my thumb. Her arms go around my stomach comfortably and I frown even more when I see how much she is trembling from sadness.

A knock sounds from just behind the front door, and Becca's eyes dart to mine. I hold her tighter if that is humanly possible, letting her know that I am not going to answer it in fear of her slipping away at the loss of contact.

The knocking remains, sounding more and more frantic (knowing what has happened between Becca and me, I understand why that person is so frantically knocking). "Luke? Becca?" Livi's voice hollers through the wood.

I tilt my head back in annoyance, "Now's not the time, Livi!"

"Is something wrong?" She calls right back. "I hear crying."

"What is so important right now?" I question, just after Becca sobs loudly. I wipe away her tears and mine, waiting for a response from Livi.

"Just tell me when I can talk to you, I will tell you when you're ready," She negotiates.

"Uhh, maybe uhm-" I say nervously, "Next year possibly?"

"What the hell, Luke!" Livi shouts, pounding a fist onto the door. The real "what the hell" in this situation is this: Why is she angry?

I hear her yelling through the door in muffled screams. She probably thinks that I am just trying to ignore her for a long period of time. But I'm not, and I am not ready to tell her that I'm leaving tomorrow for possibly a year. I f*cking hope it's less than that.

I sigh as Becca's weeps grow louder. Rubbing her back, I cradle her in my arms sweetly for extra comfort.

"I love you Becca," I say. "But I have to do this, baby girl. I swear I wouldn't leave if I didn't have to. I don't have a choice," As soon as I spoke the last word, I started crying even harder as realization shot me like an unexpected bullet.

Will she try anything?

Is she going to hate on herself more?

Will I be on her mind for the great elapse?

The thoughts floating in my mind hurt to think about. Becca is shaking like mad. Her cries have grown so wild that she is totally silent. It breaks my heart seeing her in this vulnerable state; Yet I am in the same exact mood.

"I love you so much, Luke," Becca says in between breaths. I shift her in my arms so that she is sitting up and I wrap my arms around her dainty figure. Becca repeats the action and rests her face in the crook of my neck, her warm breath fanning my skin. I stroke her back for comfort like I had been doing before.