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Vol 42: Yellow Daises

Did Luke regret the way he talked to Lacey? It wasn't more of a 'talk'; it was more of an explosion. But the simple answer was yes- yes he did regret the way he flat-out exploded on Lacey. But Luke being Luke with his ego taller than his six-foot ass- didn't want to admit it to himself.

Luke usually has the right intent but doesn't know how to fucking say it so simply that a baby could understand it. I italicised 'right' because that's a grey area. I'm not defending that Luke should've told off Lacey to begin with, but he- in his defence, had some right to be so worked about the welfare of his little sister, especially after a guy was up close to her- too close for comfort.

So the short answer was yes, he may have kicked himself twenty minutes after the fact that he left his little sister alone on the dark streets. If anything, how he talked to Lacey did only register in his head after Ashton had calmed him down after that little rage cage fight with Calum.

Calum's concern for Lacey and his anger towards Luke on the way he approached it made Luke feel the huge wet weight of how he already felt; but ten times harsher; a dick of a fucking brother. Calum had a point. But Luke couldn't hear him out over the sound of his ego as he thought his best mate would have potentially been on his side.

So, with the weight of the way his words came across to Lacey, and the way Calum looked at him like the scum of the earth- that's what Luke felt like. The scum of the earth.

That's what he was at that moment, so he couldn't defend himself even if he tried to-and he'd accepted it.

So, the morning Lacey came home from Eli's house and seconds after Calum disappeared from Lacey's vision, Lacey entered what seemed to be a cold, empty house. Her eyes were tired and sore from last night but that didn't stop them from glossing up even more after she had stepped inside the house. What she had just said and the events from last night hit her face like cement; like she was reliving it. It looked like she hadn't slept and her face was pale. As she sniffled, closing the door behind her slowly, she slumped her way up the stairs and into her room, slamming her door shut. The sniffles continued, louder than before; they could be heard from down the other hallway- echoing into Luke's room.

She felt like she had no right to feel that way as she chose that decision. But it was more the fact that she knew she was never going to get him back. But the greater good weighs out her needs, right?

Fuck you, and your morals.

Did it hurt more that she knew that he wanted her just as much as she did or the fact that she can't look at him in the eyes the same as she ripped away all hope from his eyes? She didn't know the answer.

The one thing that she was sure about in her life and that made her smile like nothing else, she couldn't have.

The door creaked open a smidge and Lacey violently wiped her tears away with her sleeve as she perched herself on her unmade bed.

Luke's head poked out, and his face seemed soft and concerned- well, the opposite of the last time they spoke.

"Go away, Luke." She just managed to make out with the croaks of her voice, unstable and shakey. She couldn't deal with his complaints at that moment, let alone bring up the events from last night.

Luke had his mouth twisted to one side and he didn't flinch with a snarky comment that the young girl was used to. His eyes looked down and around her face, as concern started to swim around his eyes as he realised that that were tears around Lacey's eyes. Luke looked down, almost in shame, and then disappeared from the gap within the door. Leaving Lacey alone, once again.