Real Love

The Truth

Tamara's P.O.V
It's been 1 month.
1 month since I left him.
I haven't eaten, slept or left the house.
The fans and paparazzi still don't know it's me and Luke has made no effort to win me back over, or even try and make sure I'm okay.
But what did I expect?
He's just like every other typical boy.
Oh, and I've started cutting again.
I mean, when I say again, I guess it never stopped really.
I managed to control it when I was with Luke, but now he's left there's nothing to stop me.
"Tamara, please come down stairs" my mum shouted, causing me to jump and throw my blade under the bed and pull my sleeve down.
"What do you want"! I shouted.
"There's someone here to see you" she replied.
"Ugh" I moped whilst walking down the stairs.
"In here sweetie" my mother shouted.
And there, sat on the couch was my dad.
He's a soldier and he's been gone for an entire year.
I ran and jumped into his arms and started crying.
"Hey princess, I've missed you" he said.
I could hear it in his voice that he was going to cry.
He eventually let me go and I stood in front of him.
"Look how grown up you've got. Now, where's skylar? It's very weird she's not here, you two are together everyday" he laughed.
That's the other thing, my dad doesn't know they're dead.
Because he's always away so much, we never get the chance to tell him anything.
"What have I said"? He asked, noticing the faces of me and my mum.
"Can I speak to you in the kitchen"? My mum asked him.
"Mum, it's fine. It's been 6 months, I can talk about it without getting all emotional" I said.
"Steve, they died. A few months back. They where involved in a car crash and Tom and her both died. Luckily enough Tamara survived it" my mum explained, flashing me a false smile.
Luckily.
I wish I was dead.
So the more she keeps saying luckily, the more I hate myself.
I hate myself for what I'm about to do.
I know that by doing this, I'm going to be passing my pain onto them, and it's not fair.
I just need to escape.
I can't live this life anymore.
So I had it all Anne's out.
I'm going to do it.
Tonight.
I'm going to kill myself.

Angelique's P.O.V
Luke hasn't stopped moping around the place for the past month.
Even when he meets the fans, he's all over the place and moody.
Ashton and the lads have tried talking to him, but it didn't work.
Even Liz told him to shape up and go get Tamara back.
But he didn't listen.
Which is quite surprising, considering he's always been a mummy's boy.
"Luke, maybe I should go see her"? I asked.
He was just sat on the sofa, staring at the blank TV screen.
"What help will that do"? He snapped.
"Hey she was just trying to help"! Ashton said, standing up and getting very protective over me.
"Hey it's fine" I said, grabbing his top and pulling him back.
"No, it's not. I'm fed up with this! He's constantly waking round with a face like a slapped ass but yet he's doing nothing to get her back! All he had to do was show her he cared and he would of had her bag so fast. But no, once again poor old Luke is just gonna sit there and let everyone else pay for his mistake"! Ashton shouted.
It was silent for a minute, but then Luke stood up.
"You think I wanted this? Im doing everything I can to protect her! Unlike you! You let Angelique get all the shit off the fans and the press. You didn't stick up for her or try to make things better by telling them to stop! So don't tell me what I should or shouldn't do Ashton! Because you would have no idea how to deal with the situation I'm in now" he shouted back.
"I did what I thought was best Luke! You let her go! You let the best thing that has ever happened to you go! And why? Come on Luke tell us all why you did it"! Ashton snapped.
"Hey that's enough! Stop it now"! I shouted at them both.
"Your both acting like kids! Your supposed to be like brothers!" I added.
They both sat down on the floor.
"Now, I don't care what you have to say. I'm going to see her. Not for you Luke, and not for you Ashton. For her and for me. I think you guys seem to be forgetting your not the only ones that are getting hurt in this"! I said, grabbing my bag and slamming the door shut.
I carried on walking, listening to 'she's kinda hot though' playing through my speakers.
I know, it's embarrassing that I listen to my boyfriends band.
As I was walking, I could see a shadow in the background walking toward the train tracks.
I don't know what it is, but something made me follow her.
Eventually I caught up and I got a look of the persons face.
"Tamara"? I questioned.
Then I realised what she was doing.
"No!" I screamed.
But it was to late, she'd already jumped.....