The Show ((Luke Brooks Fanfic))

Chapter 27

It had been 8 days, 14 hours and 26 minutes since I had spoken or even thought about going back home. The days are good but I am growing bored of the continuous lazy days and I feel myself slowly gaining weight and I feel that soon enough Luke will lose interest in me. The nights were the worst though, the same routine every night, I think about my mother a lot but not really seeing her again. It’s hard to be away from her as I’ve never really been away from her for even one night. I never went to sleepovers because it scared me that when the fun was over, I’d return home to nothing. I used to have nightmares of my mother leaving, just like my father.

But it is bugging me that I can’t go home, when it has been over a week. I understand there is a crazy person out there looking for me but at the moment, I don’t care. He won’t get to me, he doesn’t know where I live, he doesn’t know anything about me apart from the fact that I’m involved with Luke, but I’m certain he won’t tell him anything.

I walk over to a bag which Luke grabbed from my house when my mother was at her support group, the bag contained little clothing items but I’ve made the much of them, bathroom necessities such as toothbrush, towels and other items. I pick up the bag and pile some clothes into it, without folding them. I grab all my belongings and shove them in the bag, without caring about the mess.

It seems a lot easier to leave now, just to go home and go back to everything that used to be. I could go to a new school and find different places to go just in case I bump into Nate, it could work.

It will have to work.

I need to see my mother, although she thinks I’m off on a two week trip which Luke is planning to extend as our teacher on the last day of the two weeks. If I left it up to Luke, he would most likely keep me here for years, but I need to go home.

I sling the bag over my shoulder and creep into the sitting room, towards the door. I slip on my shoes and slowly open the door, forcing my body out of the small gap. I then decide to run, not just because it’s quicker, but because I haven’t done proper exercise in, what, eight days? My eyes stick to my feet as I watch then move forward at a faster pace. I breathe in fresh air and listen to the sounds of nature. I inhale and exhale slowly as I run down the street.

Anyone would think I’ve just escaped from a kidnapper.

But I haven’t.

I’ve been with Luke.

And I’ve been happy.

Not been tortured.

My feet come a stop when I realise I’m at the side of a road, and the traffic lights are on green. I lift my head and my hair wraps around my face due to the breeze, which I have missed so much.

Maybe I’m over exaggerating?

Maybe I am coping easily with all of this but the thought of being without my mother, slightly worried me and even tips me over. What if I’m safe with Luke. Well I am. But what if I get hurt now.

My eyes widen as I see a figure in a hoodie running across the road and towards me. I don’t hesitate to run as fast as I can back in the direction to where I came from. My legs ache slightly from not stretching but it doesn’t stop me. I force past groups of people and I recognise a short cut that I could take. I let my legs guide me to the corner of the school building where I turn. I am automatically pushed the ground by a bike, the bike rider lies on the ground still with their helmet and bright yellow over jacket on. I try to help them up before running again.

I swear it is the second time that has happened to me...

Without any more thought, I hide behind a wall whilst I catch my breath and try to listen for any sounds of footsteps.

Turning my head, I look around the corner of the brick wall to see if anyone is there. When the coast is clear, I let out a breath and let my head rest of the wall, as I stand. I swallow the hard lump in my throat to try to stop myself from vomiting. I feel my head pound and it feels like there is a small heartbeat. I listen to the thumps and try to count them as I relax slightly.

Then I spot something in the corner of my eye and I feel my face redden. I slowly turn my head to the left and brace myself for the next part. I get my legs ready to run again and my hands clenched in case I need to defend myself.

With my eyes closed, I face the suspect. My eyes slowly open and I jump out of my skin to see the male figure in front of me. My hand moves faster than I can process and smack his face, knocking him backwards. He groans a couple times and covers his nose with his hands, as blood floods out at a high speed.

“Jesus, Bennie! You trying to kill me?!” He says, removing his hands, revealing his face, which is covered in blood.

Dean.

“Why did you scare me?!” I murmur, suddenly cautious of my surroundings.

“I didn’t bloody scare you! I was jogging and I spotted you and then you ran so I followed. I was just thinking, your mother told me you were on a school trip!” He shouts.

“I-I am. I just came to get some stuff. Th- The school trip is based on self defence... Um, that’s why I ran but um, you scared me so I kind of punched you... I’m sorry.” I lie.

“Kind of? I think you broke my nose? What’s your mother going to say about this?!” Dean threatens, I knew he would bring up my mother; this is another way for him to speak to her so of course he would...

“Don’t.” I plead.

“And why not, young lady?”

“Because...” I take a deep breath, not knowing what my next move involves. “Because she will be angry with the both of us.”

“Not me.” He argues.

“Yes, you. Why don’t you just tell her you helped an old woman from a man trying to steal her purse?”

“I’m not going to lie for you, Bennie.”

“I just thought-“

“You thought what?” Dean questions, sternly.

I don’t get why my mother won’t date him. Sure he’s clingy, but he’s also very attractive and his angry tone is just incredible.

“I thought that if you told her that, you would make it seem like you were all protective and strong and she will admire your bravery!” I say, cringing at myself. “It will work, trust me. I have to go, everyone is waiting for me. Bye!”

I then let my feet take me back to Luke, in a quick pace. I don’t bother to look back; I just let out a sigh of relief and breathe calmly as I try to think of an excuse that Luke will buy.