aggression | luke hemmings

Chapter Seventy Two

Becca's POV

"Brent g-go away," I sigh in annoyance, my voice all sputtery from being punched in the throat several times and from the continuous sobs escaping my lips. He started being nice to me after I asked him to do what I had been trying all along.

"No, Bec," He shakes his head.

"You don't have the right to call me that anymore," I huff, folding my arms over my chest.

"Well I'm leaving until I know you're okay."

"The only times I am okay are when you're out of eyeshot and Luke is home," I start to cry again at my own mention of his name. It breaks my heart to know that he may not be here for a while. I cut last night. Each one was dedicated to the fact that he wasn't there to stop me, or to hold me and tell me it's alright and kiss me and tell me he loves me. He didn't even call after I told him that everything hurts. I hope he is alright.

"If I leave you gotta promise that you'll still be here when I come back, if you know what I-I mean..." He says quietly.

"I know what y-you mean..." I confirm, "But don't you ever c-come back here." I try making my voice steady but it's impossible. My lips are trembling and I have yet to stop weeping still.

Brent nods regardless and leaves the apartment. I am laying in bed and it is 11 PM, so as soon as I know he left me for good I close my eyes and try to sleep peacefully.

Luckily, when my eyes flutter open Brent is not sitting or laying next to me and there are no sounds coming from downstairs. I crawl my fragile figure out of bed and limp to the bathroom to run a comb through my tangly mess of hair. I brush my teeth and swap these bloody sweats for new ones, as well as a purple tank top, and hobble downstairs weakly.

Once I reach the kitchen, the door bursts open again. I bite my lip in extreme hope that it's Luke, but I know how wildly rare that'd be and that it's most likely just blunt old Brent.

I look over, and I was right. It is Brent. He brought Jax. (The only reason that I'm comfortable with calling him Jax is because I met him back when Brent wasn't abusive and we were so called friends.)

Both intimidating men wear the same guilty and pitiful expressions. I glare at the two of them and shift my glance to the table in front of me.

"Anything we can do? Are you still hurting?" Jax asks softly.

"W-what do you think?" I snap. "Clean up the blood over where y-you beat me-e." Brent and Jax frown but do it anyway, making me secretly sneer at them.

The rest of the day, I ignore them. I don't feast on the Arby's they buy me at dinner time. One; Because that beloved fast food restaurant is piled with too many memories. Two; Why would I even think of eating?

I fall asleep on the couch after a long phone call with Michael. No, I didn't tell him that Brent and Jax returned, or that they've become sweet little boys in the last 36 hours, or that I've been cutting frequently, or that I've been depressed and alone for the last month since Luke has left. But, luckily him and the boys and girls all know that Luke left for business reasons, and they're not bugging me about going out to hang with them at the mall or something. So at least that's been cleared up.

The following day is similarly dull and rainy. I threw on some black leggings and an over sized jumper at around 5, which is when I woke up to the sound of thunder cracking and lightning illuminating the cloudy sky. I'm just glad Brent and Jax finally agreed to leave me be for the day.

Just then, the doorbell rings. I flinch when I try to stand, because my muscles are taut and aching like there's no tomorrow.

"Its open!" I shout, and whoever it is barges inside. I smile at Julie.