Photos [Luke Hemmings]

Chapter 22 - Motivator

man i know it's been a while since i've posted this. since i've updated anything, really. but life's been crazy.

i had bought tickets to see 5SOS at Hershey tomorrow, but then so much crap happened and i had to give them up. and after a whole lot of other crap, i got my tickets back and now i'm seeing them and im sO FUCKING PUMPED.

goddamn it's gonna be wild.

i just hope no other obstacles come up from preventing me and my friends from seeing them. that would suck.

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Chapter 22—Motivator

{ a u t u m n }

"You're in trouble, Autumn Jayda."

I let out a sigh, entering the house as she stepped aside to let me do so, shutting the door behind me. "I know, Mum," I admitted, turning to face her, only to see her standing there with her arms crossed over her chest and a disappointed look on her face. Aw, shit.

"You can't just run out like that," Mum ranted, eyebrows knitting together. "Richard came here with a sincere apology, believe it or not, and you just blew him off."

"Yeah—just like he blew us off, remember?" I retorted, not being able to help myself as Mum stared at me in surprise. "Why should I give him a chance, after everything he put us through?" I then stopped, staring at her before adding, "Why did you?"

Mum's arms dropped to her sides. "Because I've moved on, Autumn," she exasperated, staring at the ceiling briefly before her eyes met mine once more. "I'm happy with my life now, with you and Mark and everything else, and just because someone from my past has shown up, I'm not going to let that minor blip break me down again. And neither should you."

I huffed, eyebrows furrowing. "But—"

"Just hear him out, Autumn," Mum cut me off, her eyes begging. "I did, and he does seem like a changed man. He's your father, sweetheart; give him a chance."

I pressed my lips together, fiddling with the hem of my shirt. "I'll think about it," was all I said before turning and jogging up the stairs to go to my room.

A tired sigh passed my lips as I entered my room, shutting the door behind me as I tossed my sweatshirt on my bed. I had just gotten home from Luke's house, since I had stayed overnight thanks to the storm. It was ten in the morning and Luke had just dropped me off per my request, and the last thing I wanted to do was talk to or about Richard.

Entering my bathroom, I put the stopper in the tub drainer before turning on the water, allowing it to gradually start filling up. The thought of taking a nice, lukewarm bath really appealed to me right about now. So once the tub was filled and I took off all my clothes and put my phone on top of the closed toilet lid, letting the playlist Luke had made for me a while back play throughout my bathroom.

Almost an hour and a half after I originally sunk into the tub, I decided to get out before I completely turned into a prune. Letting the tub drain, I grabbed my towel and wrapped it under my arms before walking into my room, not caring that was dripping all over my floor. Pulling out my drawer, I took out clean underwear and sweats, putting them on before tossing my towel on the chair in the corner of my room, letting my damp hair fall over my shoulders.

After that bath, I felt incredibly relaxed, and sleepy as well, so after I dried my hair a bit, I fell on to my bed, letting sleep overtake me.

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"I think you should, y'know, give him a chance."

I stared at Danielle, bewildered as she innocently sipped her Frappe through a straw, before looking at Erica, who was seated next to her. "Do you think so, too?" I asked her, needing a second opinion.