Fight Club (Rewritten) Luke Hemmings

One

~That Night~

Silence filled the house as Luke sat in his bedroom, staring intently at the homework in front of him. He could feel his head throbbing as he attempted to ignore the lingering pain in his body. His heart ached softly in his chest as his mind wandered over the events that changed his life only a few weeks ago.

A sudden shatter sounded from downstairs, pulling him out of his daze. The sounds continued as Luke stood up quickly and ran downstairs. He saw his father standing in the living room, throwing their family pictures to the floor.

"D-dad," he called out, stepping forward, but stopping as glass scattered across the floor. "Dad! What are you doing?" He shouted suddenly. The older man turned to him suddenly and glared at the younger boy.

"What am I doing?" He growled back. The man began stomping toward his son, causing the room to shake with every heavy step. "What am I doing?!" He grabbed his son by the sleeve and pulled him toward the photo wall he had nearly destroyed. Luke grimaced softly as he felt a piece of glass dig in to the bottom of his socked foot. His father stopped infront of the only photo remaining, a picture of Luke and his mother when he was younger. He felt his heart clench inside of his chest as he stared at the younger woman, the woman he had lost only a few weeks ago.

"I'm getting rid of the piece of shit that destroyed my life," his father said, pointing at Luke in the photograph. "The asshole that ruined my family!" He pushed Luke down to the floor and took the picture off of the wall, throwing it down beside the boy.

Luke let out a sudden sob as he backed away from the older man, his fear overshadowing the pain from the glass that dug into his skin.

"You're the reason she's dead!" Andrew shouted, stumbling toward his son. "You killed your mother!"

"N-no," Luke sobbed, huddling up into the fetal position.

"You are the reason she went out that night! You're the reason she was in that damn car!" Luke sobbed loudly as he attempted to shield himself from his father. He felt a hand grab the back of his hair as he was suddenly pulled up. "You killed your mother!"

"No!" Luke sobbed loudly. "I-it was a drunk driver. H-he r-ran the light. I-I couldn't warn her... There was n-nothing I could do..."