Somewhere Only We Know

Chapter 8

Luke's pov

As soon as I saw Marie drive away, I knew what was to come. Mom was already in the kitchen again, finishing cleaning up. I could hear her humming quietly.

I made my way quietly up the stairs, praying I wouldn't hear my father's voice.

Just as I thought I was clear; I heard my full name.

"Luke Robert Hemmings."

I stopped dead in my tracks. It was my father's voice coming from his study.

My heart started to race as I walked towards his study, carefully opening the door. My father was sitting at his desk, glasses half on his nose. He looked up at me from whatever paper he was reading. I made my way to the front of his desk, sitting down in one of the chairs.

"When were you going to tell me that you got a c- in math." He said. His voice sounded annoyed.

I shrugged, keeping my gaze down. He's always been nagging me about my grades. "This isn't good enough." Or "You need to try harder." I may be the popular kid in school, but at home, it's the complete opposite. Jack and Ben have always been my father's favorites. They always got the good grades and were suck ups to him. Me on the other hand, I'm a lot more rebellious than they ever were. School has never been that big to me.

"Well, I want to see that grade improve, or you're going to start getting tutored." 

I shrugged again. There was no point in arguing. He always gets his way.

Just as I was about to stand, my father told me to sit again. Oh god, here we go.

"I wasn't finished." He said. He laced his fingers together on his desk.

I had a feeling on what he was going to say, but I kept my mouth shut.

"Why on earth would you pick the poor sick girl. She's going to make your life a living hell Luke. When she's in that hospital bed dying and begging for money and your attention, I sure as hell hope you don't give in. She's not worth your time."

His words felt like a spit in my face. I had kept my mouth shut long enough.

"Fuck you!" I screamed, standing up. I slammed the chair against his desk and ran down the stairs.

"Luke what's going on!?" My mom asked worriedly. She had come out of the kitchen after hearing the screaming.

I ran past her, ignoring her question. My father was hot on my tail, but I was faster.

"Don't you dare leave this house. You leave and you're never welcome here again." He screamed at me.

"Andrew!" My mom cried. "You can't kick him out."

"I don't want to be here anyway." I yelled.

I got in my car before my father was even halfway down the driveway. Tears flooded my vision as I sped away. I couldn't believe what my father had just said to me. His words repeating over and over in my head.

I drove until I was at my safe place. The field. I stopped the car and reached into my glove box for my pack of cigarettes. When I got out of the car, I walked to the middle of the field, before plopping down on the grass. 

The smoke filled my lungs as I took a long drag. I haven't smoked a lot recently. I've been trying to stop for Marie, but I really just needed to numb the pain. I looked up at the stars, thinking about the time I brought Marie out here.

I have no one but her and maybe even Ashton, when he's not hooking up with girls.

I don't have a home or a family anymore.

It's just me, myself and I now.

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Had to write a bit of drama. Hope you enjoyed. Please feel free to like and comment<3