Demons (hemmings au)

Twenty-Eight

"Since I'm horrible with goodbyes I refuse to let this be one" -Gerard Way

Ellie’s POV

This is all too much. I want to trust Ashton because he is one of my best friends, but how can I even begin to think that Luke is lying. Of course Luke would know what happened that night, it would be etched into his brain, right? 

I make my way back to the couch, hoping to just turn on ‘Supernatural’ and watch Sam and Dean rid other people of their demons instead of having to worry about my own but as soon as I fall back into the comfortable cushions there is a harsh knock at my door. 

With a sigh I slowly ease back off the couch and open the door a crack, it being forcefully hit open by Luke’s powerful fist causing me to jump back. 

“What the hell was that Arielle?!” he exclaims, his face more full of anger than I have ever seen. 

“What are you talking about?” I squeak, a little scared, even though I am almost positive I already know what he is talking about. 

“Oh let me see, I tell you not to let Ashton in here while I’m gone and I come back to see you guys hugging,” he continues. I look quickly to his face to see a wild look in his eyes, and watch as he runs a hand through his messed up hair before letting his arm fall. Looking down I see that both of his hands are now balled into fists like he is about to hit something, and even though I feel like he never would I keep watching them so I don’t become the target. 

“Luke it didn’t mean anything, he just came to apologize about the party yesterday,” I answer quietly, realizing that he is waiting for an explanation. From the way he is glaring at me I know my answer has not satisfied him. 

“Oh apologize, ha, well dang I hate I missed that. Maybe he could apologize for me for, oh you know, taking part in killing my sister!” Luke yells, causing me to flinch. I’ve never seen Luke act like this, and it is not a personality I want to see more of. 

“Luke, just calm down please,” I murmur, about to step towards him but stopping when he holds his hand up. 

“Don’t come near me right now, Howell,” he returns, his voice as low as mine but instead of the terrified voice I am using his is still full of anger. 

“Luke, it didn’t mean anything. He just came over to talk,” I cry, standing frozen as I keep my focus on Luke’s balled up fists as he stretches his fingers before balling them up again. 

“First it was to apologize, now you guys had a nice little talk?” he questions, the sarcasm dripping from his words. 

I decide not to answer this question, knowing that it is rhetoric and not meant for an answer. Maybe if I just let Luke get it all out he will calm down. But, he says nothing more for a few seconds. Just standing in front of me breathing heavily while flexing his hands over and over. 

“Just tell me this Arielle,” he starts, and I realize that he hasn’t called me the nickname that I’ve come to love over the past few months. The nickname that he is the only one to use, the nickname that I can’t get enough of. And with this realization, I also realize that something very bad is about to happen next. 

“Just tell me this,” he starts again, as if trying to get his thoughts together, “did you believe him?” he asks quietly. 

“What?” I reply with my own question, confusion etched on my face, not really understanding what he is talking about.