Illegal ➳ Luke Hemmings

Chapter 20 - "I hate you."

"Ava..."

Voices....

Sound so distant.

"Ava."

Echoes, so far away.

"Ava."

Head... spinning.

Ears... ringing.

"Ava!"

My eyes widened as I tried to control my vision to focus.

Am I seeing doubles?

Is the room spinning?

"Ava!" The voice sounded again, this time sounding too close and too loud for my liking.

I blinked a few times to rid my eyesight of the white blotches that painted themselves behind my eyelids and saw the face of someone who would only remind me of pain.

Pain.

That's all I felt.

In my head, my face and between my legs.

I tried to hold my tears in but it was becoming increasingly difficult to control all the emotions that were swirling deep inside me and wanting to be let out.

I dared myself not to breathe, or move a single muscle, afraid that he would do something much worse if I did.

Luke was sat in front of me, his hot breath fanning over my scarred face and carrying the scent of alcohol to my nose.

My eyes widened in alarm as I tried to scramble away from him, but to no avail as my back hit the headboard as the handcuffs still remaining on my wrists, locked me in place.

"Oh shit. Oh fucking shit what the fuck?" He mumbled, running a hand through his hair continuously and muttering profanities to himself. He came closer, his hand reaching out to touch me but I turned my face, closing my eyes as a few stray tears slid down my cheek, trying to hide it in the crook between my shoulder and neck without causing the broken glass to penetrate deeper.

I felt his hand lightly touch my arm but I tried to swat it away as if it were a fly, shouting at him to get away from me, my words coming out as nothing more than crazed, silent muffles.

I opened my eyes slowly as I heard a clicking sound and my arm dropping beside me. I cradled it close to me, feeling the blood rush through my fingertips finally as he began to release me of the restraints that held my other arm captive.

Before I could, he slowly peeled off the black tape that was covering my mouth, finally allowing me the necessity to breath fine as I bit my lip, fighting to keep the tears at bay.

He opened his mouth, prepared to say something, but closed it again, unsure if he could voice his thoughts. He did this repeatedly until he finally got out a firm sentence.

"What happened last night?"

Was that it?

Was that all he was going to say?

I rubbed my hand against my forehead, feeling everything all at once churning inside me.

And in that moment I began to laugh.

Feeling much like a crazed psycho that should be locked in a mental hospital.

"You fucking piece of shit." I began, shaking my head, cackling almost.

"What happened last night?" I mocked, looking up at the ceiling and pretending to be in deep thought.

"What fucking happened last night is that you got shit faced." I emphasised 'you' pointing my finger at him and jabbing it into his chest as if it were a knife and I could twist it through him and cause the same amount of pain he caused me.

"And then you decided to take your shitty faced anger and take it out at me." I fumbled my arms around like a mad man, pointing to my face and yanking out a random piece of glass that was dangerously close to my eye, the blood dripping down and falling onto my lap while I flung the shard away from me, hearing the tinkling sound it made as it crashed against the wall and shattered further.

Though it caused me great pain, I continued to do so until he stood up, inching away from me as I copied his movements despite the great amount of agony it caused me between my legs to do so much as stand. My legs felt like they would give out any second, going so numb I couldn't feel it along with the stinging I felt in my face, but I ignored it, feeling the heat of the moment creep through me. I backed him up against the wall, breathing heavily as my eye twitched subconsciously.

"Oh and not to mention the fact that you practically raped me!"

His eyes widened.

And mine dropped to the floor.

His breathing was steady.

While I struggled for air as my throat seemed to close up.

"Are you serious?" Was the only thing he had to say.

"Do I look like I'm fucking joking?!" I chocked, moisture running from my eyes as I pointed to the bed where the white duvet had been painted white from the blood that had poured out from my interior when he physically ripped me apart.

"I hate you." I mumbled, wiping furiously.

"What?"

"I said I hate you! I fucking hate you so much!" I repeated angrily, still refusing to make any eye contact with him.

"No you don't." He whispered, pulling my arms away from my eyes, his fingers finding their way to my chin, tilting it up and forcing me to look in his blue eyes that looked dull and full of concern, worry and confusion all at the same time.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." I whispered over and over as if it were a mantra that would help me find some sort of peace in this fucked up situation.

"But baby girl, I- "he began to say but I cut him off, not wanting to hear the absolute bullshit I knew would come out from his mouth.

"Don't call me that. Ever. I'm not your baby girl and you aren't my daddy. So don't even try to fucking call me that." I said, my throat hurting and my voice hoarse. "Actually, on second thought, don't even talk to me."

Attempting to get away as far as I could from his presence I was stopped by his hand that kept a firm grip on my wrist, preventing me from walking away.

Before I could yank it out of his grip, he twisted me around so I was facing him and slammed his lips against mine.

(A/N): she gone cray cray...