Fuck You | Luke Hemmings

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Ravena's POV

"You didn't have to fucking kidnap her Michael!" I hear one raspy voice exclaim. My head hurts, it feels like its been hit by a baseball bat. Oh wait, it has. I still have the bag on my head which is refraining me from seeing whose in my presence and what's going on.

"Technically it's not kidnapping as she's hardly a child, and what else did you want me to do?! She wasn't answering any of my questions and she was threatening to call the cops. I panicked okay. But this could work out in our favour." A second voice assured. I tried to stay silent in hope that I could figure out what their plan was but that didn't work out in my favour, I started to feel a faint tickle in the back of my throat which was uncomfortable. Before I knew it I was coughing and the bad was being pulled off of my head. 

I quickly glance around, the room looks very cold. It's dark, I'm pretty sure it's a basement. I see 4 males standing in front of me. Each of them hold different expressions on their faces. One looks smug as he grins at me, another looks at me softly as if he feels sorry for me. The next one looks kinda scared as if he's unsure what to do with me. And the last looks extremely disinterested. 

"Hi sweetheart, I'm Michael." The smug one said as he placed his hand out for me to shake, before slightly laughing to himself. "Oh wait, I tied your hands behind your back, my bad."

"Michael can you be anymore stupid?! We should't tell her our names, if she ever manages to get away she could hand us in!" The scared one says, putting his head in his hands after. "Well seeing as Michael has told you his we all have to take one for the team. I'm Calum." 

"Ashton." The uninterested one says briefly before pulling his phone out of his jeans and continuing to go on it. 

"And this little cutie is Luke." Michael tells me. Luke is the sympathetic one. Rather than knowing their names, I want to know what the hell I'm doing here and what they want from me. 

"What do you want from me?" I cry out, "If it's money tell me how much and I'll get it to you. Please don't hurt me." I have never felt such fear. Only 24 hours ago I was stress free, watching movies with my boyfriend without a care in the world. Now I'm here, fearing for my life. 

"We're not going to hurt you." Luke reassured as he lowered himself to my level. "We just need to ask you questions about Kyle and then you can be on your way."

Kyle? Why were they wanting information about my boyfriend? Whatever the reason is I'm not telling them anything, I love Kyle way too much to get him into any sort of trouble, no matter what he's done I'm willing to take any kind of trouble from these monsters to keep him safe. 

"I will never tell you anything about Kyle. Over my dead body" I spit into Luke's face. He sighs and shakes his head and stands up again. Michael slowly approaches me with the bat in his hand that he has used earlier on.  

"I'd really appreciate if you didn't spit at my friend like that," he said slowly and he raised the bat higher. "I'm sorry to have to do this." 

Luke's Pov  

"Michael will you fucking quit with knocking her out? She's a frail girl, she can't take much more!" I shouted. Michael just stood laughing. I know Michael isn't a malicious person, but Kyle had really fucked him over and unfortunately his girlfriend was taking the brunt for it. 

"Look, she's making it harder on herself by not working with us. I have errands to run, Ashton and Calum. Can you try and track down Kyle for me still?" They nodded at Michaels commands. "Luke, you're on little bitch watch. Don't take your eyes off of her." 

It's been about 2 hours since the guys left, and this girl has just started to open her eyes. She looked emotionally drained. Although she was covered in bruises, she was beautiful. The natural kind. Our eyes locked to each others and I saw immediate fear take over. Her breathing started to get heavier. I saw her body start to shake. I hate the idea of someone being utterly terrified of me. 

"I'm not going to hurt you," I reassured her. "I'm probably the last person here that would want to hurt you." She didn't respond, she just let her eyes fall to the floor. I could see she was beginning to become weak. It was almost as if she was giving up. "I'm not going to let them kill you in case you're worried about that. I'm going to try and stop them from beating you. But you're gonna have to work with me sometimes just to stop you getting hurt."

"What makes you so different?" She asks as her eyes slowly join mine again, "How do I know you're not just saying this to get me to talk?"

"You don't, but I'm asking you to trust me. I can gradually show you I am different to them and that I wouldn't hurt you. But you have to be willing to trust me. Think about it this way, what have you got to lose?" I ask, she shows no sign of emotion. I can't read her, I have no idea what's going on through her mind and it's driving me insane. 

"If I'm going to trust you I need a few answers." She demanded, I nod agreeing to answer her questions. "Why is Michael after Kyle? What did he do that's so bad that you feel the need to abduct someone?"

"Kyle stole Michael's drug supply, he's lost a lot of money because of Kyle. And apparently Kyle isn't trackable. But you are. So Michael had to take action some how. I never expected him to hurt you, but obviously it was out of rage. I think he wants to set an example to Kyle. But I promise you, I will never let him lay another hand on you. I know I don't know you but it hurt me watching you be touched that way."

I could tell this was a lot for her to take in, because she couldn't focus on one thing in the room. Her eyes were shooting all over the place, sometimes to me, other times to the ceiling but most of the time to the floor. She looked uncomfortable, but that could be due to the fact that she's tied to a chair with her hands behind her back. She took a deep breath in, I was hoping for her to say something, literally anything to make this situation less awkward.

"I trust you."