Make It Stop ⇼ Luke Hemmings

“Why are you calling me?” I spat into the phone as my back hit the door.
“It’s so good to hear your voice.” Her tone was as soft spoken as the day she left.
“Why are you calling me?” I repeated.
“I just wanted to talk.” She squeaked, earning a scoff from my end.
“I have nothing to say to you.”
“Please don’t be cross with me.” She whispered, sighing.
“Don’t be cross with you?’ I challenged. :I have every right to be cross with you.”
“There are things you don’t understand. There are things you need to know.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. It was like a scene from a movie, the way she’s trying to contact me after all these years.
“Like what?” I scoffed. “That you left your only daughter? That she needed you, and you ran away? That you left her with her bastard father? And that she has nowhere to go? That she hasn’t been home in a week, because if she does go home, he’ll kill her? I know everything I need to know. I know that you left me, and that’s all that matters.” I didn’t notice I was crying until I went up to wipe my cheek and came back with soaked skin.
“He was going to kill me.” Mum croaked.
“But it’s alright if he kills me?” I asked. “Because you left me for dead when you ran away.”

She was silent for a long while.
“I wanted to take you with me.” She promised.
“Then why didn’t you?” I rasped.
“I couldn’t. You don’t understand.” I shook my head, staying silent. She changed the subject after a long while. “I promise I’ll make it right, Romina.” Her voice was hoarse.
“I have to go.” I whispered. “I’m at a cabin for the weekend. I can’t talk now.” I felt like an automated system, the way I rattled off an excuse as to not have to talk to her.
“I love you, Romina.” Without answering, I hung up and met Luke outside.

***LUKE’S POINT OF VIEW***

“Are you alright?” I asked as she sat down next to me, she’d came back as I finished making our sandwiches, seeming a bit shook up and disoriented.
“I’m okay.” She rasped, but I could tell by her shaking hands as she reached for a sandwich that she wasn’t okay at all. As she obviously doesn’t want to talk about it, I decided to leave it alone and change the subject slightly.
“Who was on the phone?” I inquired, taking a bite of my sandwich and passing Romy a soda. She shook her head.
“It was no one.” She assured, her eyes finally meeting mine. “It was just something about my debit card.” It was obvious she had lied to me, but I was unsure whether I wanted to call her out on it. I sighed quietly.
“Was it your dad?” I took a bold move, earning a frown.
“I told you, it was or my debit-” I cut her off.
“Romy.” I stated. Her eyes fell to the lake as she ate.
“It wasn’t my dad.” She promised. “It was…” Her voice trailed off. “My mum.” She muttered, so quietly that I barely heard her.
“Your mum?” I asked. “Are you serious.”
“Yeah.” She shrugged it off as if it was nothing, so that’s exactly how I treated it.

***

Romy’s head was set on my lap as I played with her hair. We’d finished our picnic long ago but now we’re merely sat on the blanket, enjoying each others company as she stared up at the clouds. The others still still weren’t back, so we decided to take it to our advantage and hold each other while we can.
“Your black eye is nearly gone.” I made small talk. “Your stitches are looking better, too.” She smiled, looking up at me as I spoke. I couldn’t help but think about the events that had taken place in the last week. Kaylee’s pregnant, Ashton can keep his lips sealed, Romy’s abused, she knows I have issues with self harm, but most importantly—I admitted to Romy that I love her, and after countless fights, here we are. Hiding ‘us’ from our closest friends. “Do you want to go swimming?” I asked.
“No.” She shook her head. “I just want to sit here.” She smiled. “This is nice.” My fears that she was getting bored diminished.

“Luke?” She asked after a long while.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Why do you think she left?” I knew she was talking about her mum right away, but I honestly had no idea what to say. “I mean…” She continued. “I mean, she knew he’d hurt me. He hurt her, too… But why would she leave me with him?” Her voice broke as she blinked away her tears.
“I can’t tell you that.” I whispered. “I don’t know why anyone does anything.” She sat up, turning toward me so we faced each other.
“She promised to make it right, Luke. What do you think that means?” Her small fingers pushed her hair out of her face.
“Maybe she’s coming home.” I suggested. Romy immediately shook her head.
“She’d never go back to that bastard.” She spoke of her father.
“Maybe she’s coming to take you away.” Her eyes lit up. The thought of Romy leaving broke my heart, and I prayed to God that wasn’t the case. I didn’t want her to leave me. And I knew if she had the chance, she’d take it. She’d get out of this town and leave me behind.
“Maybe she’d going to take him away.” She suggested with a bright smile. “Can you imagine?” She asked, “My father behind bars.” The thought seemed to get her through the conversation.
“That’s where he deserves to be.” I sided with her. How could any love a man who hits them? How could anyone leave their daughter with that same man?

“Romy?” I asked after silence struck us.
“Yes, Lucas?” She gave me a sly smile as I cringed at my full name, scrunching my nose. I’ve always hated it, but she gave it a meaning. I still hated it, though. No matter how sweet it sounds rolling off her tongue, I still hate it.
“If you had the choice…” I began. “Like if your mum came back and she told you that you could come with her, or she could stay in your house… Without your dad… Like if you could get away or stay here-” She cut me off as I stumbled over my words.
“I wouldn’t want to leave you.” She promised, kissing my cheek before lying back down, her head on my lap once again.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” It surprised me how she could change the subject so drastically in the blink of an eye.
“I don’t know.” I confessed. “I have no idea.” We shared a small laugh. “What do you want to be?” I asked her, she was silent for a long moment.
“I think I want to be a psychiatrist.” She smiled. “I want to help people. Children, mostly.” She closed her eyes. “Do you want to get married? Do you want to have children?” Her question caught me off guard.
“Within good time/” I laughed. Her beautiful, hazel eyes peeled open.
“With me?” She bit her lip, driving me crazy. I smiled down at her, brushing her stray hairs into place as she reached up, lightly touching my cheek.
“If you’d have me.” I replied honestly, kissed her hand as she dragged it across my lips.
“I’ll think about it.” She teased, smirking and making me laugh.

“One month.” She spoke out of nowhere.
“What?” I chuckled.
“One month.” She repeated. “We will tell everyone about us in one month.”
“Okay. One month.” I promised.
“Are we still going to run away?” She asked me. “If they get angry, or if they do not understand. Are we still going to leave until they do?”
“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.” I promised her.
“Can we go to England?” She whispered. “Or America?” I nodded.
“Anywhere.” I repeated, lacing my fingers with hers. “They’re back.” I whispered as the car pulled up. With a sigh, Romy sat up, pulling her hand away and giving me a small smile.

“Romy!” Steph called. “Do you want to help?” She gave me the cutest, most innocent smile, mouthing an apology and standing up, heading to the cabin to go help make dinner. As soon as she disappeared, I picked myself up, deciding to help Cal and Mikey with the fire.
“What did you and Romy do today?” Cal asked, I shrugged.
“We just sat outside.” I admitted. And it was true, we sat outside from ten thirty to four, admiring each other. I was thankful of how oblivious Cal and Mikey were, because I was certain Romy was dealing with an interrogation inside.

***ROMY’S POINT OF VIEW***

“So what were you doing with Luke all day?” Steph teased as all three of us prepared salads and cheeseburgers with corn and mashed potatoes.
“We slept in, had lunch, and sat outside.” I shrugged. “Nothing really, we just talked.”
“Well are you feeling better?” Ella asked. “Luke said you were throwing up last night.”
“I’m feeling much better.” I lied, finding it somewhat sweet how Luke lied to spend the day with me, so we could be alone.
“She’s feeling much better.” Steph overexaggerated, making grimy movements, signalling fucking as Ella and her laughed. I scrunched my nose.
“Gross.” I rolled my eyes as Kaylee walked in the kitchen.

“Yeah guys, come on. Give the girl some respect. If she’s going to fuck Luke, she’d brag about it all day.” We shared a laugh.
“Yeah. definitely.” I lied, feeling automatically guilty. The truth is, Luke and I are the closest to shagging we’ve ever been, and no one knows except Ashton.
“But, real talk.” Kaylee stated, washing her hands to help with dinner. “Wouldn’t Luke and Romy be the cutest?” I sighed, muttering a no and feeling a bit flattered as Ella and Steph encouraged her.
“Romina Hemmings!” Ella fawned. “I can’t wait for the day they finally fuck. She’s going to come to us and tell us exactly what she’s been missing.” Steph said, getting us laughing again.

“He’s not my type.” I lied.
“Oh yeah? Do tell, Romy. What exactly is your type?” Kaylee challenged me. I shrugged slowly.
“I like a bad boy.” I said the first thing that came to my mind. Steph scoffed.
“Well, I like a bad boy, too. And I got Calum.” We all laughed, looking out the window to see the boys horribly attempting to start the fire. As they did so, Luke accidentally burnt himself, cursing loudly as the others fell on the floor, laughing.
“You’re right.” I fakely cooed. “I’m completely smitten.” Our laughter died down as Luke came into the cabin, running his hand under the kitchen sinks cool water. As he did so, the girls left, taking the food outside and giving me knowing glares. I knew that they thought something was up, and I prayed they thought I was just crushing on him, I’m not ready for them to know the truth yet.

“I burnt myself.” Luke fake pouted, killing the silence as if he knew we were talking about him. It wouldn’t surprise me, as he is all we talk about when it’s just the girls. I wonder if the boys talk about me, or if they’re as oblivious as they seem—most likely the latter.
“We saw.” I mocked him.
“Yeah?” He smirked. “Are you going to kiss it better?” I laughed quietly.
“Maybe later.” I teased, winking as I grabbed the rest of the food, bringing it outside and ignoring Luke’s ominous chuckle that echoed as I left the cabin.

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