Illegal ➳ Luke Hemmings

Chapter 5 - "I have the weirdest dreams sometimes."

The cogs in my mind seemed to fit in place as I remembered seeing these exact same faces only a few days ago. It was a simple Monday afternoon and I had sat down in the living room to do some homework when my parents had surprisingly come back early. My father had arrived a little while later and flicked to a news channel directing his attention at the television.

"Look Ava," I remember him telling me as I had looked up from my biology coursework and followed his line of vision to the bright screen with just as much interest. If my father was excited over a news report, it was sure to be something worth listening to.

"Three young males have been caught and are in custody, prepared to be sentenced to a long stay in ADX Florence." Damn, I had thought, ADX is supposed to be like the top most secure prison for the most dangerous criminals. The screen then flicked to a mugshot of each of the three boys and they didn't look too old, probably in their mid twenties. It had made me wonder what they could have done that was so bad.

And now I knew. And those same three faces were surrounding me.

I pieced 2 and 2 together finally understanding that they had kidnapped me out of spite and to get revenge of my father.

But something wasn't right.

How did Luke tie in to all of this?

I crossed my arms over my chest, narrowing my eyes into slits and huffed angrily.

Was this some joke to them?

Whatever beef they had with my father could have been sorted out without bringing me into the middle of their bullshit.

"My daddy will-"I was interrupted halfway through my sentence when my attention was turned towards Luke.

"Fuck." He swore, throwing his head back, closing his eyes and biting his damn lip rig. Although he was my captor and I should probably be shitting myself when he's around, I couldn't help but think he looked hot when he did that.

"Anyway, as I was saying, my daddy will find me and then you'll get what you deserve." I spat harshly, attempting to sound intimidating, but I only seemed to embarrass myself as a small stream of saliva hung down from my mouth.

I quickly wiped my mouth as and narrowed my eyes at each of them.

"If you say that again, I might just have to fuck you right here, right now." I grew nervous as I watched the light blue colour of his eyes turn a few shades darker. I looked away and played with the stands of my hair, a habit I grew accustomed to when I felt uneasy.

Calum tutted and sighed deeply. "He's into all that kinky shit." He muttered the words as if it would explain his partner in crime's strange behaviour, but I was caught off guard.

"His what?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. They all burst out into fits of laughter while I was internally dying and growing confused with each second.

"Why are you laughing?" My voice came out small and timid.

"Never mind. You'll probably find out later." Michael told me, winking at me while nudging Luke suggestively.

I became alarmed and thought to myself.

What could he possibly mean by 'you'll find out later'?

My mouth felt dry as it felt like all the saliva had been sucked out of my throat, as well as the air in my lungs and I began to hiccup. They all looked at me as if I was some kind of robotic toy they didn't know how to switch off.

Luke had left the room and returned a short while later carrying a cup of water. I took it quickly, bringing it to my lips and chugging the entire thing down in a few gulps. For some reason, it left a weird taste in my mouth but I brushed it off, thinking that I was being paranoid.

Although I didn't want to, I involuntarily let a yawn escape the barrier of my lips and felt my eyes starting to close.

I didn't want to fall asleep, considering the many different things that they were capable of doing, especially in my state of unconscious.

Although the fatigue was slowly starting to creep up on me, I was a fairly light sleeper. Usually that pissed me off, but I guess it would work out in my favour when necessary.

I discarded my thoughts of escaping, wanting nothing more than to be home in my cosy bed, under my warm duvet and drift off to sleep. My back hit the couch, but before I could fully full asleep, I felt a pair of arms lift me up. One arm was carrying my legs while the other was under my neck, as he carried me bridal style.

I was well past the state of tired so I let whoever it was carry me to wherever.

Big mistake...

I awoke with a jolt, feeling completely disorientated.

I looked around but my room seemed to be completely dark. I must have woken up in the middle of the night.

Then... was it all just a nightmare?

A horrible scene that my sick imagination was playing on me?

I buried my head in my hands and chuckled lightly, shaking my head.

I closed my eyes and thought out loud.

"Wow, I have the weirdest dreams sometimes."

I got out of bed, running my hands against the walls to try and find my light switch.

As soon as my hand found what I was looking for, my eyes squinted from the brightness that now bathed the room in a light that was far too bright for my liking.

I rubbed them and dropped my hands to my side when my eyes had adjusted.

I screamed.

An ear piercing scream that could probably be heard from miles away.

I felt myself shake as Ashton put his arm on the wall behind me, trapping me in front of his shirtless body.

"Oh baby, it wasn't a dream." His voice whispered close to my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

How long had he been here with me?

He inched closer to my face caressing my cheek with his long fingers. I tried to turn away, shrinking into myself and whimpering, sounding much like a lone puppy.

He harshly held my jaw, twisting it to face him, his grip hardening.

"Look at me." He said harshly as his fingers pressed harder onto my skin.

"You're hurting me." I said, in nothing above a whisper, scared that he would do something worse to me.

"Let's have some fun." He laughed evilly.

The hazel colour in his eyes becoming lost in a much darker intensity.

His lips coming painfully closer to mine.

I squeezed my eyes shut until I heard the slam of a door and the weight of Ashton being pressed up against me disappeared as I was met with the blue eyes of Luke.

He looked confused and concerned?

I didn't care though and I certainly didn't anticipate what I was about to do next.

I ran straight to him and plunged myself into his chest, my arms holding onto him as if for dear life.

Although he was my captor and I should probably be afraid for that reason, I couldn't help but feel a sense of security around him.

Probably because I had been around Luke the longest.

But I somehow couldn't ignore the weird feeling in the pit of my stomach when he encased me in his arms.