False Hope

CHAPTER 7

Luke's POV;

I wake up the next day as my alarm started its first two rings, and headed to the kitchen where my father is standing, fully dressed as usual with his coffee in his hand and a smile playing on his lips.

"Hey, son". He greets me, which is very odd for My Father to do.

"Hi". I say preparing myself for the surprise coming from that conversation.

"I've some good news to you". He says. "For us I mean..." He corrects himself and I know what's coming next. "I've talked to Mr. Eric about you and Sarah..." He says.

"Of course you did". I say.

"I've asked him to let Sarah give you another chance and he agreed". What the heck had he just said? That was beyond my imagination.

"What the fuck? You sure are kidding me". I say and he shakes his head.
"I'm not done yet". He says ignoring my harsh attitude.

"Yes you are. I don't want to hear any of this shit anymore! Why didn't you tell me before doing that? Why didn't you ask me first?" I yell at him.
"Oh, I guess you don't remember me begging you the other day to take Sarah back to the dinner". My father fires back. "Well, and of course you don't remember me begging you yesterday again, in that same place...." He moves his hands in the air. "to fix the shit you've done to the poor girl".

"The shit I've done? The shit I'VE DONE! That doesn't give you the right to go behind my back and beg that Eric motherfucker to give me another chance to hangout with his ugly, annoying daughter". I shout at his face.

"How dare you to talk to me like that?" My father asks.

"You started that, you started that bullshit". I remind him.

"You know what? I'm tired of you, I'm tired of trying to treat you like a grown up man. I'm sorry that I thought you were mature enough to carry any responsibility but remember that whenever your stomach hurts from hunger, that you are the one who did that to your fucking self!" He yells and exits the kitchen. Second more I hear his bedroom's door shut.

"Fuck it". I yell in the empty kitchen before leaving it and heading to my room.

I sit on my big comfortable bed trying to backup all the conversation I had with my father minutes ago.

"I'm sorry that I thought you were mature enough to carry any responsibilities but remember that whenever your stomach hurts from hunger, that you are the one who did that to your fucking self!" My father said.

I can't help it but think about that phrase. What does he mean by "remember that whenever your stomach hurts from hunger"? How can I feel hungry when my father is one if the richest people in our town? Is his big "Smith" office in a bad money condition? Of course it isn't. My father has more than twenty lawyers working under his hand and I'm sure that the office is still working, in its best condition. I'm sure it is. So, how could I feel hungry after all of that.
Is he throwing me away out of my house? I think to myself. No, no. He won't do that. I'm sure that he won't do that to me.

Well, no. I'm not fucking sure of anything right now. All I'm sure of is that I've to gather more money so I could buy my own fucking place where I can live safely without my father acting bitchy.

I look at the expensive watch wrapped around my hand and it shows that it shows that it's 12:00 am, which means that I left my house for 2 hours. Two whole hours of wandering all the streets I've ever visited in my whole life. And my legs headed me to Brooklyn's house

The weather is hot, too hot to walk the streets and I know what I need in that weather is the beach, a southern beach specifically

That's it.

It's summer. I'm traveling tomorrow to the south. I'll ask Brooklyn to come with Carla. Even if he refused, whether with him or not I'm traveling tomorrow. 

A.N
Sorry for the late updates, but I really have a lot going on with my own life.
I know this chapter is too short too. But I really have no time to write a lot.
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