Demons (hemmings au)

Twenty-Six

Author's Note: Hey everyone, I just want to say thank you so much for 6.7K! That's amazing, because a few days ago I was just at 6.2K so thank you so, so much!! So I know this is a short chapter, and there isn't that much dialogue but I kind of just want everyone to get Luke's perspective on the whole night! I really hope you enjoy because it was kind of hard writing in Luke's POV during this chapter. Again, thank you guys for all the continued support, it means so much to me! Please read, vote, and share so this story can keep getting bigger! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Love you guys! xoxoxo -Aly :)

Luke’s POV 

I hated telling Ellie that Ashton was one of the guys that committed murder, that killed my sister but I knew I would have to tell her the whole truth sooner or later. I think one of the reasons I was drawn to Arielle upon coming to this school was the fact that she is, was, so believing in the world. So naive. She thought everyone was as they appeared to be, and I liked that about her. I felt as if maybe a piece of her could rub off on me, and I could see the good in the world again, the good that I have been missing for so long. 

Seeing her cornered by Ashton brought back terrible memories, memories that I never want to have again but thoughts that I can also never escape. I reacted before I even had time to think, as I punched him in the face all I could see was red. If Ellie hadn’t of grabbed my arm I probably would have kept punching without having any realization of what I was doing. 

After she and Michael had drug me out of the house I couldn’t keep that night from flooding back into my mind, blacking out into a panic attack. I had plenty of panic attacks right after the incident, but last night was the first one I’ve had since actually meeting Ellie. Usually the attack continues through out the night until either my parents take me to the hospital, or I just fall asleep as I did yesterday. 

When I woke up, I found that I was laying in a bed and listening I could hear Ellie and Michael speaking through the door. Knowing that it was about me, I didn’t really bother to listen. They were the best friends I’ve had since coming here and I know they are just trying to protect me. When the voices quiet down I wait until El comes in and lies in bed with me. She was the reason I went to the party, I feel like after she met me she has abandoned all of her other friends and I just didn’t want to be that guy that makes her leave everyone else. 

The only good thing that came from yesterday was the fact that Ellie told me she loved me. When I said the words, they kind of just slipped out and her few seconds of silence made me worried that I had said it too soon and she wouldn’t return the feelings, but she did. 

Telling her that one of her best friends was a bad guy was a terrible experience. I could see the light leaving her eyes just as quickly as I’m sure it left mine the night my sister died. It’s usually what happens when something bad happens to someone you’ve been so close to your whole life. The reasoning, the joy of living just slips away. My joy was slowly coming back every day that I spent with Arielle, but she was no longer the same girl she was three months ago. 

I held her in my arms all night while she shook and cried, realizing that much of her life was a lie. I had no idea what to do, there was nothing I could say to make it any better. I was the one that made it worse to begin with, I should have just left it alone saying Ashton was drunk and I was jealous. 

She finally fell asleep in my arms, and I thought maybe she was okay until this morning when I dropped the frying pan and she started screaming. She thought that Ashton or the other guys had gotten into the house. She was scared too death and there was no way I could help her. She stays alone almost all the time, how can someone stay alone when they are scared that someone will break in at any moment.