The Show ((Luke Brooks Fanfic))

Chapter 24

I'm having a bit of a rough time but I decided to update so here:

*Bennie’s POV*

We both take a seat on the oversized swing and it slightly moves when both our weights push the net closer to the floor. I cross my legs so I’m fully inside the swing as if it’s a boat in the middle of an ocean filled with sharks. Luke on the other hand, has his legs hanging over the edge and is sort of lying down with one arm sprung next to him and the other just under my knee. I take in a sharp breath when it connects with my leg and begins to draw shapes, it’s almost like he does all of this to me on purpose, he knows how it affects me, I can tell. I watch his eyes as they concentrate on his fingers which are still swirling around my leg like little ballets. He grabs his lips in between his teeth and forces his eyes at me where I feel the sudden hotness increase in my body. I can’t deal with these awkward silences full of stares and nothing more; it makes me feel almost vulnerable.

 “This party,” I stop myself to think of something better to say, anything. “It’s-“

“Boring as fuck.” He finishes my sentence, flatly.

I find myself nodding at him and sort of grinning at his straight face, but when his eyebrows furrow and he tucks his chin into his neck I realise what an idiot I must look like. I take another breathe and swiftly shake my head at myself feeling embarrassed.

“Want a drink?” I ask.

“I’ll come with you; you probably don’t know which drink is which...” He smiles and I feel slightly offended but also quite humoured.

“Hey!” I laugh.

I hop off the swing and start walking to the door, ahead of Luke; I open the door and feel his presence right behind me. His breath is heavy on my neck since the kitchen is so crowded; I’m surprised we both fit in here in the first place.

We shuffle over to the counter and I feel his body getting even closer to the back of mine and it’s comfortable. I could just reach for his hand and no one would notice.

“What do you want?” I question, turning my head to who I thought was Luke, but instead stands a boy I’ve not once seen in my life.

“You.” He winks and I can’t help but cringe at his response.

I shift my eyes around the busy kitchen to try to find the boy who I arrived with, but there is no sign of him. I force through the drunken teenagers towards the door when I feel a grip around my hand and I let out a sigh of relief before turning around to see the same boy as before. He holds onto me tighter as he pushes me towards to back garden, where I first entered.

I try to stop so he can’t continue pushing me but he’s so strong and if he’s just as drunk as the others, there will be no way for me to stop him without knocking him unconscious. I shake my body and grab onto the door handle, whimpering from the pain he is giving to my hand.

“Stop, please.” I say as soon as we exit the house and enter the garden.

“Little girl, you shouldn’t wander around without your friends at these type of parties.” He grins, smugly.

“I wasn’t alone. Please can you just let go of me so I can go find my friend.” I beg.

“No can do, sugar puff, I can’t let you enter there alone again, who knows what creeps are hanging around in there!” His breath reeks of alcohol and it’s making me feel physically sick.

“I’ll go find my friend.” I repeat, shaking from the cold night.

“Not in those clothes...” He stares over my body, looking up and down. “You’re going to have to wear something more suitable than that.”

He reaches forward and strokes my cheek then gently tucks my hair behind my ear and i close my eyes, trying to hold in the tears. I want to shove his hand away from me and shout at him for touching me but I can’t; I’m stuck.

I let a single tear roll down my cheek and feel rush of déjà vu, my mind races and I begin to let out tiny sobs as his lips connect with my jaw line. His lips trail down my neck and I let out a louder cry but still not loud enough for anyone to hear.

“Don’t cry, this will make you feel good.” He laughs and pushes me towards the swing where he shoves me onto it and begins to climb on my limp body.

“No.” I whine. “Please.”

Just as he starts to tug at my top, he is pulled backwards and falls to the floor with a thud. Another tear falls, blurring up my vision and enabling me to see who pushed him down. Even though I can’t see, I still feel at the pit of my heart that it was Luke and he just saved me.

I pull myself upright and try to help myself to my feet but my mind is racing and everything around me is moving as if it’s one big rollercoaster. I struggle along the grass, my feet dragging and barely even leaving contact with it. I get closer to the two bodies’ one the floor and I think I make it out to be Luke. His arm swings are the body that mirrors mine a couple of minutes ago; limp and emotionless.

I stop and look at the boy’s chest which moves at a slower pace and I know Luke is going to kill him. I push my body onto Luke to grab him away from the boy but I start feeling even dizzier and I get dragged away with the wind. My feet trip sideways and I fall to my butt and my head feels too heavy to hold up so I let it fall backwards until it hits the floor. I close my eyes as a sudden rush of tiredness hits me.

“I’m just going...” I gulp. “...going to sleep here, okay Luke?”