The Show ((Luke Brooks Fanfic))

Chapter 29

** SHORT UPDATE AND I THINK I MIGHT DO A SEQUEL... WHAT'D YOU ALL THINK? MORE CHEESY LUKE&BENNIE SHIT COMING UP?;) **

Not long after I sent Luke into the bathroom to clean himself up, he reappears in new clothes and wet hair which just hangs forward with some straight strands hanging over his eyes whilst others curl around his ears or just sit above his eyebrows. His face is plain, I can't tell how he is going to react, I can't tell if he is scared or pleased but, whatever it is, I'm willing to find out.
He glances at me for a second and then his eyes trail to the couch as if he is trying to send me a message with his eyes. He knows that I understand what he's implying but I don't bother to obey him. Not until he's explained himself.
"Listen, Ben..." He starts but then pauses as if he's lost for words.
"I'm listening, you don't seem to understand that! Whatever it is, just tell me." I raise my voice, clearly showing my agitation.
He walks over to the seat that he gestured to earlier and sits down on the couch, staring at the empty spot next to him. I eye it for a split second before making me decision to stay standing, maybe closer to him though.
I head to the front of the couch and stand in front of the TV with my eyes on him.
"Okay." He says emotionlessly.
"Okay."
Then there's a silence.
"Go ahead, I'm listening." I cough.
"First, you have to know it's not my fault! It is all Nate and his speccy dicked friends, they knew what they were saying, they knew how to piss me off and they kept getting to me and then they said something and everything in me just set on fire and I couldn't help but lunge for one of them. He was on the floor and I couldn't stop, I just kept punching and punching." His voice slows down. "I didn't want to hurt him, but he's a fucktard and he deserved it. If it wasn't me, it would be the next person that he saw that would have taken his life away in a spoilt second! I just hit some sense into him, that's all I did."
I narrowed my eyes slightly, honestly I had no clue what he was on about.
"I don't understand, what happened?" I spoke quietly.
"Jon, Nate's older brother, he was threatening me and saying shit about you and it was all bullshit and it all went so fast..." He stops and looks at me.
"So..." I suck in a breath. "...so you hurt him?"
He nods and places his hands on his head and balances his elbows on his knees.
"What about all the blood, surely that's not all from a fight?" I shake my head and furrow my eyebrows.
"No, um... after I walked away, Jon stopped me and I turned around and he had a gun pointed at me and I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what they would do if they found you, I thought if I got hold of the gun and shot him everyone would back away and think of it as a warning shot for them not to mess around with you." He murmurs.
"Excuse me? You... you what?!" I take a step backwards and hit the wall behind my wobbling the TV slightly. "You murdered him?"
My whole body begins to shiver and I suddenly see the blood on Luke's hands. If he killed someone, they will be after him. How could he think it would be for the best? No one will help him now, he's a murderer. I can't be involved with someone like that, I can't do it.
The police are probably on his back now, they're probably looking into him now. What if they think I'm involved? They wouldn't, no. But what if they're on their way now...
Before I can stop myself, I run to the door and yank it open in attempt to flee but Luke's fast movements shatter my plan and he slams the door closed. His hands are pressed against the door on either side of my head as it rests against the door, one hand of mine is on the door handle whilst the other is holding my stomach. I don't want to cry but I feel trapped.
"Luke, pl... please." I whisper.
"You didn't let me finish!" He hits the wall next to him and i don't let myself turn around to see him cry. "I didn't kill him! Fuck sake Bennie, why do you think the worst of me? I didn't kill him okay? I could have but I managed to pull myself away from his body, I managed to think of you and it just stopped, and it was easier."
I can't speak, I want to ask what happened with the gun and the blood but I can't put myself to it, I already have a growing lump in my throat and I know that soon I'll explode with tears.
"I lunged forward to take the gun from him but he pulled back and somehow one of his friends got in front of me to hold be back and then Jon shot him in the head and it just went everywhere. After his body fell the the ground I ran and ran, I tried to get the blood and..." He stops to run to the bathroom to throw up.
I'd join him but I don't think it would be he best idea, I need think of something; my next move.
"Not a murderer." I whisper to myself as relief washes over me.