I didn't eat, I didn't sleep, I didn't even move. I was like a zombie. Th thought of losing any of these boys was like being stabbed in the chest. Knowing I get that feeling towards them makes me so angry at myself.

I can't give them what they want. I can't be their Stockholm syndrome. I need to keep my distance before things get too serious.

I was sat up in my bed, staring at the corner of my room. I thought about apologizing. I thought about going to hug them but I just can't. Not after how I've been acting. My door opens slowly and Luke pops his head in.

"H-hi." He says with a small smile. I don't say anything back. I cover my entire body with the blanket and lay on my side. Hiding helps a little. Luke opens the blanket slightly.

"Can we talk about it?"

"No." I say and pull the blanket back down. Luke open's them back up and crawls under with me. I scoot as far as I can to the edge without falling.

"I-I just wanted to say that the last thing I wanted was for you to get hurt." He mumbled. I turn around to look at him. He was sorry, I could tell. I want to hug him and tell him it was okay but it wasn't okay. He could have died. Ashton could have died. I could have died.

"How did you get shot?" I whispered. He lifted his shirt up to show his wound. My stomach flips at the bloody bandage. I go to touch it but quickly stopped myself. Luke chuckled and took my hand, laying it on the bandage.

"We knew him. He used to work for us a few years back. He quit, though. I guess he came back for his revenge. Well, he was going straight for you after hitting Michael. I blocked him and he shot me." My heart skipped a beat. I look into his blue orbs. He smiled shyly.

"Y-you took a bullet for me?" I asked. He smiled wide this time. I look down at his gut. Why would he do that for me? Luke put his finger under my chin and puled my head up to look at him again.

"Of course I did, Chelsea. You think I would let someone hurt you?" I shook my head slowly. He rested his hand on my cheek, making circle with his thumb,

"I would never let someone hurt you. Ever." His face came dangerously close. This time I don't deny it. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to feel his pink lips on mine again. I wanted to feel the fireworks burst through my skin. Our lips brush against each other before he stopped himself.

"I can't." He whispered, laying his forehead on mine. I feel my heart drop like a rock. He sniffs, indicating he was crying or trying not to cry.

"Seeing you s-so sad all the time is too much for me to handle. A-and now I'm trying to kiss you in your most vulnerable state." He said, pushing the covers off of him and sitting up. I sit up with him. Luke covers his face with his huge hands.

"I'm okay with it, Luke."

"No you're not! You only want me to because I practically saved your life. If I wasn't wounded you'd never want me to kiss you. What don't you understand, Chelsea?! I'm fucking obsessed with you!" He uncovers his face to look at me at the last sentence. His face was bright red and tears streamed down his face.

"No you're-"

"Yes I am! The moment I saw you in the park! The moment my eyes met yours I knew I would fall for you! I followed you for weeks. I memorized you schedule. Every minute of everyday I watched you, waiting for the right time to get you! You do't understand, Chelsea! Every second that I watched you, I felt more addicted to you. I felt like I needed you more than anything!" He confessed.

Reality washed over me. He had to have stalked me. He had to have memorized my every move to be able to know when I was home and when I wasn't. I looked at him with total fear.

"Be afraid of me, Chelsea! I tore your entire world from you! I stole your name, I stole your friend, I stole your life! Now say I'm not obsessed! Look into my eyes and tel me I'm not a freak!" He yelled. This always happened. Now he's going to storm out of the room and come back tonight to cuddle with me.

"Then why don't you just kill me now if you think you ruined my life, Luke! I'll have you know I was broken before I met you!" I shouted. He froze. He studied my face with wide eyes. My jaw was clenched and I was trying so hard to hold back my tears.

"You think I want to kill you?"

"Well isn't that what you set out to do?! Usually pedophiles stalk their victims to either kill or rape them! What makes you so different huh?! You carry a knife in your pocket! You try to get close to me! What do you want from me, Luke?!" I yelled, tried of holding my anger back. His jaw clenched.

"I want you to understand, Chelsea!" He yelled, getting closer to my face. I don't even flinch like he wanted me to. My face heats up in anger, staring straight into his eyes.

"I hate you." I said behind gritted teeth. He moved away from me and just stood there. He looked angry but his voice was pained.

"After all I've done for you." I don't say anything. His face goes tomato red as he looked at my postered walls. He stomps up to them and rips a patch of them off.

"Hey!" I yelled, running up to him. He pushes me out of the way and flips one of my chairs over. I punch his shoulder but he pushes me to the floor. He opened my drawers and throw out all my organized clothes. Clothes flew around my room. Next was the closet. Every shirt off the hanger and flying through the air.

"Stop it!" He grabs a patch of my family pictures and tears them off, ripping them to shreds. I run up to him and punch him in the back, trying to move him out of the way. He pushes me again, making my back hit the corner of the dresser. I hiss in pain as the pain coursed through my body. He grabbed a picture of my mom and tore it.

"Stop, Luke!" I cried. Last was the middle picture. He grabbed it and ripped it right on front of my face. I sob as my father gets ripped right down the middle. He threw the picture to the floor and bolted out the door.

I collapse to my knees and grab the shreds of my family. The only things I had left of them were ruined. I sob into the remains. I felt betrayed. I haven't cried this hard in forever. Why did he do this? He could've hit me. He could've thrown something. Anything but this.

I try to piece together the pictures. I got Mom's face together. I smiled and stared at her. Her orange hair and deep blue eyes mirrored mine. I stared at her, drinking in her looks. I looked so much like her it was crazy. My door opened slowly. I grab a coat hanger and throw it at the wall beside it.

"I HATE YOU, LUKE!" I screamed. Michael comes in with his hands up. Tears were streaming down my face making me look like a total wreck. He comes walking over to me.

"Oh my god, Chelsea. What happened." He asked, kneeling beside me. I try to talk but instead I try to catch my breath every 5 seconds, tears rolling down each cheek. He hesitates to hug me but ends u laying his head on my shoulder with his arms wrapped around my sides.

"L...L-Luke... did." I say, not being able to find my breath. Michael hops up and darts out of the room, returning one a minute later with a roll of tape.

"Don't worry, kitten. I'll tape up you're heart." He said with a smile, sitting criss-cross in front of me. We put together each picture while talk about anything and everything. He got me to stop crying and instead I was laughing. He would somehow get tape in his hair and pulls out red.

"Why would Luke do such a mean thing like this? It's not like him to be really angry." Michael said after tossing out the red haired tape. I knew why but I didn't think he'd lash out.

"I said that I hated him." There was more but I didn't want to talk about that. He sighed slightly and taped together me and my brother. He looked at it with a smile.

"He looks a lot like you. What's his name?"

"That's Teddy. He's my little brother." I then realize I used present tense. Before I correct myself he spoke up.

"Tell me about him?" I smiled. There is so much to tell. I don't know where to start. I smile at the memory of little Teddy.

"Where to start? Teddy was just a little ray of sunshine. He loved to be around everyone and if you let him down he'd just smile. He would stand up for me even though I was older. I remember this one time when I was 13 it was Teddy's 3rd birthday. I didn't understand that he actually got a party and I didn't. He let me blow out his candles and make a wish." A tear glided down my face.

"What did you wish for?"

"The one thing that wouldn't come true. To have Teddy in my life forever. He got leukemia 3 years later. Smiling when knowing he's going to die makes him the strongest boy I know." I say with a smile even though it hurt. We taped the pictures together in silence from then on.

Hours past and we gradually started talking again until we began laughing and smiling. We've already taped 34 out of 40 picture. I'd look up at him and he'd do the same. Sometimes we'd just smile and giggle for no reason.

"Look, kitten! We're done!" I look at all the pictures with a wide smile. I hugged Michael tight in gratitude.

"Why don't we have a sleepover. I'm a little upset with Luke at the moment for doing this to you." Michael said as he taped them onto my door. I folded clothes and put them into the drawer, hung up my shirts and taped my posters back onto my wall before finding clean PJs.

"I'll let you dress. I'll go get some of my stuff." He pecked my cheek before leaving the room. I put my hand on my cheek where he kissed. Michael was already being so nice to me. I search through my closet and find my Green Day sweatshirt and some yoga shorts. I put on some green knee socks just because I like socks. When I was putting my hair in a bun, Michael comes in.

"I've got the movies and food!" He called. I rush out of the bathroom with a smile. He was wearing sweatpants and bare chest. I hop on the bed and open up a cherry pipe bar. I'm so addicted to them since Luke made me try one.

"First movie, Frozen." He sits beside me and opens up a Hershey's bar. We pig out and watch movies till it really late. I ended up with my head on his lap and him stroking my hair.

"What time is it?"

"1 a.m. Are you tired?" I shook my head and rolled over to I could look at his face.

"Did you happen to bump into Luke?" I asked. He smiled and booped my nose.

"Don't worry. I let him keep his limbs. But he knows I'm angry at him for what he did." He promised. I nodded and booped his nose back. He chuckled and lays down. I shift so I was laying right beside him. I think this meant we were friends. Hopefully.

"It's late, kitten. Time for bed." I cover myself up and close my eyes. Michael wraps his arm around me and I giggle.

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I wake up to someone breathing slightly in my face. I open my eyes just the slightest to see Luke. The light from the hallway was shining on his face which showed pure sadness. He looked over me at Michael.

"I made you hate me, Ariel. I did the worst thing I could possibly do. I said I didn't want to lose you but that's exactly what I did. You've turned to Michael now, who hates me even more than you do. I feel so stupid." He said, pushing a loose strand of hair form my face.

"I wish you were awake to hear me say this, Ariel. You would understand what I was saying earlier." He kissed my cheek before leaving.

At night, Luke comes to my room as the real him. He confesses to me and talks to me like I was his friend. At night, I will never forget my name or who I really am. I won't forget the real Luke either. I finally get it

Notes

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~Chelsea :) :) :) :)