CLASSY MOTHERF*****S.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: No

L U K E

(FEW HOURS PRIOR..)

I will always love you.

Her voice echoed inside my head like a fucking broken record.

I can't stand it, I have to do everything I can. If I have to tell Lisa everything and end up in jail, so be it!

I'm not going to wimp around and fucking hide!

There is no way in fucking hell that I'll let Tate kill our baby.

My knuckles turned white as I grip tightly on the steering wheel.

I wiped my cheeks with the back of my hand. Fucking tears won't fucking stop!

My heart is pounding and I've never felt so betrayed, hurt, empty and my emotions is giving me whiplash. This is the first time I encounter this kind of feeling.

All my life, I did nothing but honor my parents. This is the first time I fell in love despite my age and this is the first time I felt something like this, its unbearable. Seeing someone you love and got nothing...no other choice but be forced to leave them.

My eyes blurry and I'm speeding more than I should. I'm 20 km/per hour faster than I should be.

Right now, I have to hurry and find Lisa before Tate gets any idea taking the life out of my child.

They're the ones, the reason why I'm still alive. I won't forgive myself if something happens to them.

I want to see my child grow up, I want that child more than anything. I need both of them, Tatum and my baby.

I again, wiped my blurry eyes with the back of my hand, fucking tears. When suddenly, a truck came swirving downhill, headlight blinding me-making me loose control of the car.

And that is the last thing I remembered.

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Calum

As soon as Lisa kicked me out from there house I went home. That fucking bitch always know how to ruin a fucking moment.

God, how I hate that woman. I don't know, if I was her child I would've probably killed myself a long time ago.

I can't imagine the life Tatum had when she was younger. I bet that woman didn't even care about her daughter.

I sighed as I plop myself on the bed, shamelessly staring at the ceiling with glow in the dark stars on it, I used to collect those when I was younger. Now that I'm older, I didn't care about it anymore but I didn't put it away. The view of it glowing in the ceiling somehow relax me when I think.

I groaned as I bury my face on the pillow.

I don't what to do with myself.

Cassie cheated on me.

My life is being stolen away from me because of my marriage.

Tatum is being constantly hurt physically and emotionally by her mother.

My parents keep on fighting every single day.

And I'm suffocating with everything else.

I feel like I'm a goddamn superhero trying to figure his life.

I suddenly heard noises coming from downstairs.. And just as I thought, they're back at it again.

"When will you stop doing stupid mistakes? Huh?! I cannot believe you! After all these years, you're wasting our money because of your gambling? Idiot!" My mother shouted as I hear another glass break. She tends to throw stuff when she's angry.