Monster Among Men
"No, I haven't spoken to Luke today, or yesterday for that matter". You groan down your phone to (y/f/n), rolling your eyes. You and your boyfriend, Luke had been dating for two months now however, as of late, he's starting to seem distant. His texts are becoming few and far between, and any message you do receive gives you the sense that he's just uninterested. You've tried to find out what's going on or whether there's something wrong but he just shrugs it off, saying he's "busy" or "just pretty tired", but you've had enough. "I'm going to find out what's going on today. (Y/f/n) I've had enough, I can't go on feeling like I'm being a burden. Or that I'm being annoying. This isn't fair". Sighing you end your phone call and reluctantly leave your bedroom, walk down the stairs, and slip out of your front door. The walk to your boyfriends house isn't that long so you decide to walk at a slower pace than you usually would. You needed to think. To get your thoughts in order. The thoughts that are spiralling in your brain.
Is it me? Has he finally realised that he's way out of my league? No. Shut up. Maybe it's not about you. Is he okay? What if something's happened? Is he okay? What if he's hurt? Is he okay?! Has something happened? Something's happened. Something's definitely happened. He's not oka- here you go again, over thinking everything, no wonder he's distanced himself from you.
You needed to think. But before you knew it you were standing at his front door, your thoughts more scrambled than they ever were. Your eyes stinging from the build up of tears. The three golden numbers "304" secured onto his door are now a blurry vision through those tears. You quickly wipe your eyes and take a slow, deep breath slowly raising your hand to ring the doorbell. Your hand drops and the nerves kick in, you instinctively find yourself lightly digging your thumbnail into the pad of your fingertips, one by one. This has been something you did whenever you felt nervous for as long as you can remember. Your attention is averted to the tall, handsome man standing behind the slowly opening door. His curls are messily drooping over his face, the skin around his ocean blue eyes, puffy and red. You feel your heart sink into the pit of your stomach. He's been crying. Fuck. You step forward, leaning up on your tip toes to greet your boyfriend with a hug but just as you get closer, he takes a step back then turns and walks back into his living room, dragging his feet. The stinging in your eyes has returned, your heart feels like it just catapulted out of your chest but you take a deep breath and follow him, shutting the door behind you.
"Luke, What wro-"
"I can't do this (y/n)." He interjects slowly turning to face you. "I can't continue this anymore".
Feeling your knees getting weak you lean yourself against the wall, steadying yourself. "What?" You barely manage to mutter. "What do you mean you can't do this? What's going on Luke?"
"This! Us! You know how wrong I am for you. You know me and you know that isn't going to work". Nothing could have prepared you for this moment. No walk would be long enough, no thought could be contained nor managed. Nothing would have prepared you. Nothing you did could have prevented the stream of tears that begin flowing out of your eyes. His figure becoming a distorted, blurry image in front of you. You couldn't see, you couldn't think. And Luke, standing in front of you continues spitting out these words that cut you like a knife. "I can't be with you. Why can't you see that? I told you this would happen. I told you that I'm no good for you. I'm so bad for you (y/n), I'm a wreck and you know it. I'm a goddamn asshole. A monster. Just accept it. Accept this. I can't be the one to destroy you. I can't be- no. I don't wanna be a monster among all the men in your life".
Those words ring in your head over and over again. Clouding everything. Luke created a tidal storm in your mind and you couldn't think. You could barely remain in control of your limbs, feeling your legs buckling. Rubbing your eyes you look back at the man standing in front of you. His fingers tangled into his hair, his face red and wet. The vein on his neck still visible from his shouting. You didn't recognise him.
A monster? Luke Hemmings, the monster among men? The monster uncovered...
