Luke's POV
She knows. She knows how fucked up I was and the terrible things I did to those girls. I'm an awful person. Maybe I should just give up. Quit at this awful fucking thing I call my life and stop hurting people.
Logan was the last person I wanted to hurt. I wanted to love her and teach her to love herself. I wanted her to see her beauty and worth. I wanted to fix her. But I'm the one who needs fixing, not her.
"I'm going home Mike." I stated, standing from the ground and brushing off my pants. "Luke, you shouldn't be alone right now." Michael told me. "Fuck off. I do what I want." I yelled at him and stalked off to the parking lot.
I called her. So many fucking times on the drive home. But she refused to answer. Voicemail after voice mail I heard her sweet voice ring, "Hey this is Logan, so sorry I couldn't get to my phone. Leave a message and I'll get back to you." I just wanted a chance to explain myself.
Finally when I arrived home I decided to stop looking so damn pathetic and to not call again. She needed space that was obvious. I unlocked my front door and to my surprise there she was sitting on the couch wrapped up in a blanket, covering her face.
"Logan please let me.." I begged literally on my knees but she cut me off. "Luke please don't. I didn't come here for an explanation. I came back because I have nowhere else to go. So please just stop." She said, voice breaking along with my heart.
I nodded, and walked off into the bedroom. I broke my promise. I didn't fix her. I only broke her more..
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Fix You
Fanfiction"Let me see if I can fix you." Trigger warning: This story does contain selfharm. So if you think reading this story may cause you to make a wrong decision, I strongly suggest you don't read it.
