The house is empty, apart from our maid. I'm some what relieved I won't have to confront Luke yet, but at the same time I'm worried because it is inevitable.
I go up to my room and start playing my guitar and singing softly. I play a mix of songs, some soft like Ed Sheeran, then some from All Time Low.
"You're really good." A voice says, and I gasp, but then relax when I see Aunt Bess standing at my doorway.
"Thanks." I mumble, embarrassed that she heard me.
"I haven't really spoken to you about...your dad and everything. I'm so sorry." She says softly while coming in and sitting next to me.
"Your mum was besotted with him, I remember when she met him, she came running back to me and told me all about him. She was so happy. She died happy." She smiles fondly at the memory.
"I wish me and your mother remained close. I just moved out here and we stopped talking." She sighs, and I remain quiet.
"I don't know where I'm going to live after the funeral." I wonder aloud.
"You're welcome to stay here?" Aunt Bess offers.
"I don't think it will be practical, considering I was only placed here for an emergency." I sigh, and Aunt Bess nods in understanding.
"You do whatever you think is right." She reassures, and I nod.
"Do you want to talk about anything else?" She asks, and I wonder about whether to ask her about Luke.
"There's this boy..." I say eventually, and she turns quickly.
"What's he like?" She asks immediately.
"He's really nice to me, but he has a bad reputation." I say carefully.
"What lad is it?" She questions.
"Luke Hemmings." I tell her, fumbling with my fingers, her eyes light up in recognition.
"Oh he's a darling, his mother is just amazing and I always hear good things about him, what's the problem?" She asks.
"He said he loves me, but I'm not sure I'm ready for commitment." I mumble and she nods in understanding.
"Would you be upset if he randomly stopped talking to you?" She asks out of the blue. I think this question over seriously. How would I feel if I never spoke to him again?
"I'd be devastated." I answer honestly.
"I think you should tell him how you feel." She says simply, before walking out of my room.
I check the time - 9 pm, and then go to sleep, as tomorrow is school, and I want to start afresh.
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Self-Destruction • Luke Hemmings
FanfictionFaith Smith is the girl you wouldn't want to bump into in the hallways. She's angry, loud, cocky, overconfident and is plain rude. She pushes everyone away, even her parents. When an unfortunate accident occurs, she is abruptly removed from her Engl...
