The Game Show Affect [†] Luke Hemmings

~23~

Lukes pov

I stared down at the plate and mug in my hands. Blake refused to come out of her room, and it was finally seven. A day without Blake was insanely long, everyone agreed. I had made her coffee and two little heart shaped sandwiches, with the help of Delta.

Curling my fingers, I gently tapped on the door. With no response by my third try I grew a little worried. As bad as it is for a person to put a smile on for everyone else, Blake never hides away like that. If anything I'd see her angrily  drawing... If that's a thing?

Contemplating my options, I gripped the doorknob, gently twisting the door open. My eyes landed on Blake, her face swollen and tear stained, sleeping. She shivered, hugging herself.

I noticed her laptop was open to Skype, four boys on her screen. Although Blake was out like a light, they continued to talk in soft voices. Slowly, I crept towards her, setting the plate and mug on the night stand, pulling a blanket up and over her shoulders. She didn't even stir.

All the guys on the screen went silent, shooting me cold look. She must've told them about what happened.

"Sorry," I mumbled, "I was just bringing her food. I'll go."

"Sit!" The one with dark hair and a nosed piercing commanded. I nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed near Blake's waist. "You're one rather tall shitface, you know?"

The one with lighter hair and glasses smacked him, "Kian! Don't be so mean."

"I'm her brother; I can be mean if I fucking want to, bitch." Kian pouted, before glaring at me again. "You didn't take Blake's word, because?"

I sighed, glancing over my shoulder at Blake, "I don't know. I just... Ive lost people before, and I just had my mind set on I was losing more people close to me."

That was the truth; Blake and Michael mean the world to me. I lost my dad, then Ben and Jack became distant. They were scared, and they ran away, scared of hurting My Mum and I.

Kian rolled his eyes, "Really now? You see, I'm not to fond of people like you. She trusted you enough to open up to you, to cry to you, and then you think you have the right to not trust her? I don't think so. All she wants is to be home, kid."

"Believe me or not," I looked down at my folded hands, "I know. I tried to give her that, trust me, then my mate got madder than myself and fucked it all up. I didn't want her to think I was tired of her, so I thought if someone else took her this week, we could give her that. But he wanted to get revenge. I truly am sorry."

"I believe you." The one with a perfect quiff gave me a smile. "Kian probably does to, but Hes a stubborn son of a bitch. Aren't you, ya little fucker?"

"Shut up." He angirly rose to his feet and stormed out of the room.

The other boy noticed my shocked face and chuckled, "He's sensitive; knows we don't mean it. Just needs to cool off, don't worry."

I nodded, hearing Blake sniff. I turned to face her and my heart shattered. She was crying again.

"What can I do for her?" I asked, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

"Well," the guy with glasses adjusted his beanie, "what's your budget, pop star?"