3 AM [luke hemmings]

5

"Luke," I heard my name, waking me up. It was dark, and Jaime sat beside me in a criss cross position. "Goodmorning."

"What time is it?" I asked her, sitting up myself, rubbing my face. I felt that I had a bit of drool on the side of my mouth, but I wiped it away quickly.

She shrugged, sighing as she looked down at her bandaged, small arm. "How are you feeling?" I asked her, slightly moving to pay more attention.

"I'm okay," she replied, "okay as I'll ever be."

I frowned, reaching my hand up to tap her chin. "Keep your head up, better things are yet to come." I tell her these words, believing them myself.

"Thank you, but I'm starting to not believe it," she mumbled. I shook my head, looking off to the dresser. A beating on my front door was heard from the bedroom we were in, alerting me. I jumped up, telling Jaime to stay put as I walked carefully to my front door. I passed the mirror as I went, seeing I was still in my shirt and shorts from earlier, and my hair was messed up.

"Who is it?" I called out, unlocking the door slowly. I pulled it open, to see Jason. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he hasn't rested.

"Where's Jaime?!" He asked a bit too loudly. I gave him a fake confused look, still trying to compose myself.

"I don't know," I lied, closing the door an inch, backing away. Her boyfriend wouldn't take a no for an answer.

"Jaime! I know you're in there!" He yelled, poking his head a bit. I pushed him back, spitting at him.

"Get the fuck out of here, and off my property," I spat at him, the threat straining.

"I'm not leaving, I have to see her," he warns. I shook my head, biting my tongue.

"What, so you can see what you did to her? How you hurt her? She wants nothing to do with you!" I yelled, losing my calm inch by inch.

"She wants everything to do with me! It's you that she wants nothing to do with."

"Really? Because if she wants nothing to do with me, then why is she in my bed and not yours?" I smirked, shutting the door and locking it as fast as I could. I could hear Jason beginning to kick the door, yelling furiously. I ignored him, returning to the bedroom to see Jaime crying.

"Baby girl," I try to begin soothing her, returning to her side on the bed. She flinched as I hugged her, pulling her to me carefully.

"I want to leave and I want to go home," she whined into my neck. I could feel her grip on my hair, as her body shook from the sobs.