Lana's P.O.V
I woke up in the back of Michael's car, covered by a blanket and his arm, snaked around my waist. I didn't remember going to bed like this, but I know nothing would've happened between us. It wasn't like that.
It was 11:17am. Shit. I was supposed to be at school like 3 hours ago.
I wake Michael up to inform him we're late for school. He just laughs.
"I don't go to school anymore Lana, I left"
"Oh. I need to go today though, or they'll ring my parents"
"Okay that's fine, we can stop off at my place first so you can shower. you can borrow some clothes too"
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We arrived at Michael's apartment, I showered. He gave me a mayday parade shirt, a blue flannel and a pair of black skinny jeans that were ripped at the knee- they belonged to his sister but he said she would't mind, she'd left them here ages ago anyways.
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Michael dropped me off at school and I walked in, completely disinterested in the fact that I was now 4 hours late. it just so happened that I had french this period, which started 26 minutes ago.
I walked in to find that Calum had been moved to sit in the seat next to me. Thanks miss stone...great.
"Lana Where did you go? Did your phone die? You weren't at home? Who's clothes are those?"
Jesus Christ. It was like being interrogated. Calum picks and chooses when he cares, and it's annoying to be honest. Because he can be really sweet but he can get distracted easily and it changes his view. then he turns into a dick.
"I went out. I had no service where I was. I didn't go home and it doesn't matter who's clothes these are, if you'd cared you would have ran after me last night"
"I almost did, but I thought you needed your space"
"I didn't. I've had space for 4 years now. Silence give you space. I needed you, I ran to the the cliffs and I literally sat on the edge of one crying, contemplating my own life"
"Oh my god Lana why? We just had an argument"
"No Calum. I don't think you understand. I've had no one for years now, and no one cares about me. Not my parents, not Luke. No one. Then you come along and fuck with my head and I thought you finally cared. Then i realise you don't. This then lead me to think that the problem isn't other people-it's Me. So yeah it was a little argument. But it really upset me"
"I care Lana. I promise"
"That doesn't mean shit to me anymore"
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I was at home now. I was on my laptop, scrolling through tumblr of course. I hear a knock at the door. I go to answer it but it's pushed open and Luke barges through the door.
He grabs my wrist and drags me out the door, to the front passenger seat of his car.
"Luke what the fuck. Where are we going?"
Nothing. He says nothing. He's never quiet like this.
"Luke please, I really can't deal with this right now"
"Lana I don't give a shit. I've been dealing with this for years now"
He stops the car outside Target. He tells me to wait in the car and he locks the doors. I go to grab my phone out of my pocket but it's not there. That's when I got really scared. I didn't know what Luke's intentions were, usually they're to hurt me, but at least when he does do that I'm in public, and the teachers come looking for me if I don't turn up to class. Now we're alone.
He comes back to the car, shoves a few bags in the back and sits in the driver seat. He puts the keys in the engine and just sits there, looking at the wheel. He puts his head in his hand and tugs his hair back tightly. He punches the wheel and just looks at me.
I avoid his gaze, afraid I'm the next thing he'll take his anger out on. I usually am.
He puts his hand on my thigh. I wince, awaiting the pain. It doesn't arrive. I assume he's doing the thing he does where he lets me anticipate the pain, to make me feel safe, then he hurts me. He didn't.
"Lana I understand why you're not looking at me, but it's upsetting, we used to be so close."
I continued to just look forward. Saying nothing. I could hear him getting slightly frustrated. He wasn't frustrated at me, he was frustrated at himself.
"Lana please"
I didn't know what he was asking for. But I wasn't going to look at him. This was my chance.
He began to drive. I still didn't know where we were going.
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Luke's P.O.V
Yes technically this is kidnapping, but she won't do anything about it. If she wanted to do anything about my harassment she would've informed someone about it sooner. It's been four years now and anyway, this time I didn't intend to hurt her. I overheard her talking to Calum in French. She's in a bad place and she needs someone to care, I know how she feels. I'm going to fix things once and for all.
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She won't even look at me. I'm stupid for doing this. What was I thinking? That she'd just be okay with this?
I knew I had to get her to the hideout before she changed her mind about going along with this. I practically hit every red light to do so.
The hideout was a place we used to cycle to when we were kids. We'd tell each other's parents that we were sleeping at the other's house, when really we'd sleep in this abandoned lodge near the beach. We loved it. We called it the hideout. It was always out dream to save up enough money to buy it and live there together.
I didn't know what I intended to do. I just needed her with me. I needed to know she was safe. I realised what I've been doing for the past four years is wrong, and that whether I like it or not, I need her. I was walking home from school when I came up with this plan. I scribbled it down on a piece of paper.
My plan:
-get Lana✔️
-get food✔️
-attempt to communicate with her✔️
-take her to the hideout◻️
-explain myself◽️
-apologise◽️
-earn her respect◽️
-gain her trust◽️
-fix her and Calum◽️
-make everything be okay for both of us◽️
It was a working progress but I was determined. I needed to make amends, I was in a downward spiral, and I was bringing her down with me because I thought she deserved it. Now I know neither of us deserved it.
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