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Make It Stop ⇼ Luke Hemmings

Twelve.

Finally, it was Sunday, and we were packing to leave. This weekend seemed to have lasted forever, and I was so glad to go home—well, to Kaylee’s—and collapse in bed. But at the same time, I wanted to stay, secluded in our cabin for the rest of my life. I didn’t want to go back to school, I didn’t want to take the three and a half hour drive back to Sydney, especially not cramped in between Ash and LUke. I had no objection riding with them, considering Ashton is the only one who knows, and would not object to our holding hands or frequent touches.

But now, I think I’m suffocating in the stuffy car. We’re finally on the road, listening to music as Luke slyly reached over, setting his hand on my thigh. I smiled up at him.
“So you two are good, then?” Ashton asked, making conversation.
“We’re okay.” I spoke, smiling as I marvelled at Luke.
“I don’t get it.” Ashton laughed. “You treat each other like shit.” He shook his head.
“It’s complicated.” I told him, setting my head on Luke’s shoulder as I laced my fingers with his.
“It’s different.” Luke stated. “When we’re alone, it’s different.” He lightly squeezed my hand.
“I think it’s the stress.” Ash admitted. “Of no one else knowing.” He clarified. Silence struck us for a long while, long enough for me to fall asleep.

***

I woke up as Luke was pulling out of Ashton’s driveway. Rubbing my eyes, I lifted my head up and looked at Luke.
“Hey.” He smiled.
“Hi.” I rasped, finding it hard to keep my eyes open.
“Are you tired?” He asked, laughing slightly. I nodded. “Where do you want me to take you?”
“Your house.” I mumbled, closing my eyes once again. The didn’t stay closed for long, when I heard Luke mutter my name. Peeling them back open, I saw police cars piled in my driveway. With a disgruntled sigh, I directed Luke to pull over. “He’s probably just angry I haven’t been home in a while.” I told Luke. in attempt to calm both him and myself. But when I saw a man taking my father out of the house in handcuffs, Luke and I jumped out of the car. “Hey!” I called. “W-What’s going on? Why are you arresting my father?” The man shoved him into the car, directing me inside. Luke followed after me as I ran, abruptly stopping when I saw a short, chubby man in my kitchen.

“Romina baker?” He asked. I looked desperately at Luke, confused at what’s going on. “Romina?” He asked again, earning a small nod from Luke.
“Yeah, she’s Romina.” He told him.
“Romina, I’m Detective Olsen, I’m with the Special Victims Unit. We’re taking your father into custody. We’re going to need you to come down to the station and answer a few questions.” Luke set a hand on my back, to which I immediately shook off, nodding quickly. Reaching over, I gripped Luke’s hand tightly.
“I’ll meet you there.” He promised, kissing my forehead before sending me off to follow Detective Olsen. He led me in his car and began driving.
“Romina-” He began, being cut off by me.
“Romy.” I told him. “It’s Romy, please.” He gave me a curt nod.
“Is that your boyfriend?” He asked, noticing Luke’s car was following us.
“Yes.” I rasped.

***

I’ve been sitting alone for a good ten minutes, in an interrogation room. It was cold and the seats were uncomfortable. They refused to let me see Luke or leave the room. I couldn’t help but panic, in fear that I’d have to face my mother soon. Finally, a detective came in. She was a tall, blonde, lanky woman.
“Hello, Romy.” She smiled, her voice was sweet and unthreatening. “I’m detective Anderson.” She sat down across from me. “I have a few questions for you.”
“Am I in trouble?” I blurted out.
“No, dear.” She smiled. “You’re not in trouble, your father is.”
“C-Can I please see my boyfriend?” I begged. “I-I’m really scared.” I admitted trying my hardest not to cry. I knew exactly what this was about, it was about him hurting me. “I just want to see my boyfriend.” She stared at me, slowly standing up.
“How about this…” She began. “I’ll let you see your boyfriend for five minutes, and I’ll go get you a soda. then we can start with the questions.” Desperate to see Luke, I immediately agreed.

With Luke entering the room minutes later, I ran to him, wrapping my arms around him as he tightly held onto me.
“Luke.” I whispered. “I’m so scared.” I buried my face in his chest.
“I know, baby.” He kissed the top of my head. “It’s going to be okay. Look at me.” I tore my eyes up to him as he kissed the tip of my nose. “Deep breaths, baby.” He set his forehead on mine, holding my face. “You’re going to tell them what happened and they’ll put that arsehole in jail. Just like you wanted, remember?” I nodded slowly, about to speak when the detective came back and told us that he had to leave so her and I could talk.

“Are you ready?” She asked, handing me a soda and pretzels.
“Yeah.” I whispered. She clicked a button on the recorder, folding her hands.
“Romina.” She started, going against my regards to call me Romy. “Has your father ever been abusive toward you?” She inquired.
“Yes.”
“Has he ever called you names?”
“Yes.”
“Like what?”
“Whore. bitch, slut, hoe.” I rambled off his favorites.
“Has he ever hit you?”
“Yes.” My voice broke.
“Has he hit you recently?” I felt her eyes burning into me as I picked at the snack.
“Yes.” She was silent for a long while.

“Tell me what happened.” She urged.”
“I-I didn’t have his dinner ready for him when he got home. So… He threw me to the ground.” The memory replayed, causing tears to well up in my eyes. “And he was kicking me and punching me, a-and he grabbed me by the hair, and he pulled me across the room, h-he slammed my head on the coffee table. I was bleeding. It… It wouldn’t stop bleeding. I-I just lied there, like I usually do. I lied there until he went to bed.” She nodded slowly, handing me a box of tissues as tears began spilling out.
“And then what?” She asked.
“I-I ran to Luke’s house-” She interrupted me.
“Who is Luke?”
“My boyfriend.” I clarified. “And Luke made me go to emergency care, I got stitches, and I slept over at his house.” She made a note scribbling quickly.
“Have you been back since?”
“No.” I shook my head. “I’m staying at my friend Kaylee’s.” She glanced toward the mirror, signalling something to whoever was watching.

“Has he ever raped you?”
“Yeah.” I found it hard not to burst into tears. “Seven times.” I recalled each one.
“When was the last time?” I shrugged.
“Maybe a month ago.” She made another note.
“Are you and your boyfriend sexually active?”
“No—Well, yes—Once—Not sex, though.” I became very flustered.
“Oral?” She asked, I shook my head.
“No… We… Uhm… It was only once… We-” She cut me off as I struggled with the proper terminology.
“Mutual masturbation?” She asked, I nodded, my face turning bright red. “We need to have a rape kit done.” She informed. “So we can convict your father.” I nodded slowly, picking at my fingernails. “Do you remember what you wore the last time he raped you? Have you washed it yet?”
“No… I haven’t done laundry in forever. I-I don’t wash the clothes when he rapes me.” I confessed. “I put them in a-a cardboard box. Under my bed… I-I don’t feel right wearing them, I feel dirty.” She excused herself, speaking into a radio, telling the cops at my house where the clothes were.

“We’re going to take you to the hospital for a rape kit. Your mother will meet us there and take you home.”
“M-My mum?” I stuttered. “N-No, I haven’t seen her in-” Once again, I was cut off.
“Yes, I know. Your mother came to us and told us you were in danger. She’s regaining custody of you right now, and she will be staying with you.” My head throbbed from all the information and events that have taken place recently. I was guided out of the interrogation room and to Detective Anderson’s car. I turned to her in a panic.
“D-Does Luke know we’re going-” She cut me off.
“Yes.” She spoke sweetly. “He knows, and due to your condition and your mother being busy at the moment, he is granted the right to see you afterwards until your mother arrives.” I couldn’t steady my breathing.

***

Finally, I was guided out of the examination room, and I saw Luke standing in the hall. Running up to him, I began sobbing into him as he peeled his sweater off, setting it over my shoulders and hugging me tightly. He brought me to the private waiting room and held me. I couldn’t stop sobbing as I tightly clung his sweater around me. He traced circles on my back slowly.
“Please stop crying.” He begged. “I hate it when you cry.” He kissed my forehead.
“I’m so scared.” I cried, biting my lip as I sniffled, trying to calm myself before my mum got here. I leaned into him as he laced our fingers together, kissing the top of my hand.
“It’s going to be okay.” He promised. I couldn’t help but look up at him and feel slightly better by the way he smiled at me, playing with my fingers.
“Luke?” I asked, my voice barely audible.
“Yeah?”
“I-I’m sorry you have to be here. A-And deal with me… And just… I’m sorry.” He let go of my hand, hugging me tightly and pulling me so I sat on his lap.
“Don’t be sorry.” He mumbled into my hair, “I won’t make you go through this alone.”

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Comments

@exiiliious
I love it! I finished the second one and I reading Birthmark now. It's great too!

@Ana Hemmings'
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@exiiliious
No problem! I really do love this book! I started and finished it today and started the second one. At the moment I am already 12 chapters into Good Intentions.

@Ana Hemmings'
Thank you!!!

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