His Little Girl ~A Luke Hemmings gay fanfiction~

Chapter 5 -Blake's mistake-

I hold Dallas in my arms and rock her asleep. When I'm certain she's asleep, I take her to her tiny room and lay her in the crib. I walk back into the living room and sit back on the couch. I put my head in my hands and draw a deep breath. What if I had sued her? Blake's right, I could have gotten a nice apartment. Maybe even had some what of a decent life.

I decide that's enough sulking and I go to bed. As expected, I can't sleep. My eyes are like they're glued open and my mind is running wild. How long will Katherine be in jail? Will she be okay? What if Dallas never sees her mommy again? I roll on my side and force myself to sleep.

I finally drift off to sleep, just to be awaken a little later to pounding on my door. I groan and go to answer the door. I open the door and Blake stands there, arms crossed. "What the hell do you want?", I ask, rubbing my eyes.

"It's 12'o clock in the day, did you just wake up?", he asks. I shrug and he pushes by me and into my house. "Forget about that, I told my dad about the one place that I saw that looked good and now he wants to come check it out". My eyes widen.

"No, you did not tell him about my apartment! This is the one place I can afford to live, Blake?!", I practically yell. He flinches back but I hold my ground. "Stop ruining my life!". He takes a step back.

"L-luke I'm sorry. I didn't mean for him to come look at it, I even tried to cover it up. Please don't scream at me again. I'll do something, I won't let him come", he pleads. I shake my head. "Luke".

"No! Get out of my house and never come back!", I scream. He nods his head and hurries out the door. I slam the door and groan. Why the hell does all of this have to happen right now? Right when things seemed to be okay. Why is my life like this?!

I go get ready for work. Take a shower, put some clothes on, brush my teeth. My phone rings and I go to answer it. It's Michael on the other end. "Hey dude, what's up?", I answer.

"Hey, yeah. Ashton wants to meet Dallas, do you think she can chill with me for the day?", he asks. Ashton. The one who's engaged to another girl. Why would he want to meet my daughter? RAPIST!

"Mike, what exactly is going on with you and this Ashton dude?", I ask. He stays silent. "Whatever, just..be careful and don't get yourself hurt. But yeah, you can take Dal for the day. Just be very extremely careful. Alright?". He agrees and I hang up the phone, then go get Dallas ready for the day.

I get her diaper bag filled, and Dallas' belly full. Score for daddy Hemmings! I hear a knock on the door and go to answer it. Fully expecting to see Michael, I see Blake. I almost close the door in his face, until I see the tears in his eyes and the envelope in his hand.

He doesn't say anything, just hands me the envelope. I open it up and see that it's a contract to knock the building down. "I am so sorry", he whispers. I keep looking at the paper, unsure of what to do or what to say. I look up at him and the tears keep coming from his eyes.

I slowly hand it back to him and he takes it. "Do you need to come in?", I ask him. He shrugs and I stand back so he can come in. He walks in and I close the door. "My friend Michael will be here in a few minutes to pick up Dallas, then we can discuss this, but for now, don't say a word". He nods his head and sits on the couch.

I stand there, my arms crossed and my eyes looking at the wall. I finally hear a knock on the door and open it to see Michael. "About freaking time", I say rudely. He apolgizes and I hand him my little girl and her diaper. "Be careful, you know the drill, and I better not hear of you fooling around with Ashton infront of her, got it?". He smiles and nods. He thanks me one last time, then leaves.

I close the door and turn to Blake. "Why the hell did you do it?", I ask him. He just looks down. "Did you even try and stop your father? What the hell were you even thinking telling him?".

"You don't understand Luke!", he cries. "If I didn't give him any information, he would have made me feel like shit! You don't know how it is to have a money hungry father!".

"That was a selfish thing to do! You sold me out because you didn't wanna feel bad? Are you freaking kidding me right now, Blake? You're right, I don't know how it feels to have a money hungry father. But let it be known that I damn know how it feels to have an evil father!", I yell back. I shake my head and draw in a breath.

"I know, it was terrible of me to do. I regret it with a burning passion. I tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn't listen. His mind was set, I am sorry, Luke", he replies.

"When do I have to gather my things and get out?", I ask.

"A week", he mumbles. I nod my head in understanding.

"Do you have a place to stay?", I ask.

"My dad bought a nice apartment for me to stay in for a while, it's nice", he replies.

"Great, looks like we're gonna be roommates", I reply.