Forgotten. (Luke Hemmings)

Chapter 1.

Unedited because I'm sick and don't feel like prof reading, sorry :(

5 months later.

I was sitting in my boyfrineds old dingy apartment with cracked paint and walls caving in. I was growing bored waiting for him to come out from the bathroom that didn't flush. My parents didn't know about Tyler and I planned on keeping it that way since I was going to breaking up with him.

I turned on the T.V and flipped through the hundreds of channels he had. I don't even know why people waste there time on T.V there's never anything good on. I wish Tyler had Netflix so it would make his shitty apartment a little more appealing.

I've been dating Tyler for almost three weeks now but when ever he would would talk to me I always zoned out. It wasn't that Tyler was necessarily boring, he was a very nice guy but I just didn't feel a connection between the two of us. However, My mind always flooded back to Luke.

Luke hemmings. It look me months to try to get him out of my head but for some reason, no matter how bad he treats me, no matter how much bad things he's done I just couldn't let him go it's almost as if he possessed me into never thinking if anyone else but him. Ever since our fight a few months ago we haven't talked since. I missed him, I missed everything about him. I missed our memories I missed his face and I even missed arguing with him about the person he's become. A day hasn't gone by with out me thinking about him and what he's been up to lately.

I remember coming home the day of our fight and how upset I was that he just let me go without a second thought. I remember everything the two of us said as if it happened yesterday and that's when something clicked. I realized his problem wasn't only running away from his problems, it was thinking low of himself. It was him thinking he couldn't amount to anything after he started hanging out with those three boys that changed him for the worst. In all honesty I think one of the worst things anyone can experience is seeing someone you care about change right before you're eyes and not being able to do a thing about it. His friends taught him all sorts of terrible things there are in life and that was why he never tried to be a teacher or keep his grades up, it was because he wanted to fit in, even if that meant throwing away his life dreams. Luke always found himself different from others, he told me 'it wasn't a secret, I'm just a reject'. It always broke my heart hearing him tell me that he's worthless because he's not, no one is. I care so much about that damn boy it hurts. I always told him how much he had an impact on people's lives even though it was just his mother and me, we both cared about him deeply and didn't want to see him hurt. No matter what he thought, School hasn't been the same without him even though he'd always skip out.

Luke's excuse for stealing and smoking was that 'well never be as young as we are now'. His version of life was different then mine. He thought he should do crazy things before he died. I on the other hand never saw the thrill in doing things to harm yourself just for the fun of telling the story in the future like he did.

No matter how much my heart would twist and turn at the thought of him one thing was for certain, Luke was my best friend, my partner in crime and my source of happiness was long gone. He was just as much forgotten as I was to him.

"What do you think you're doing!?" Tyler's voice boomed through the narrow hallway causing me to jump up from the couch and snapping me away from my clouded mind.

"I-I'm sorry I just got bored I wanted to watch something, please don't hurt me a-" before I could even finish my sentence his hand came in contact with my cheek making me whimper in pain. I held my hand up to my cheek to try my best to cover up the stinging pain he had caused. I looked up into his dark eyes with red around them, he drank again. When ever Luke got drunk he had the same red ring around his beautiful blue crystal eyes. The only difference? Luke may have took his anger out on objects but he never laid a hand on me.

"I can't pay my bills and you have the nerve to-"

"Save it I'm leaving!" I shouted as I grabbed my phone from leather couch next to me and clutched on my cheek that was probably bruised.

"Good leave! I don't need you anyway you prick!" He slurred as I ran as fast as I could to get away from him.

I don't even blame him for hitting me, I blame myself for always getting involved with the wrong guys.

I rushed to my home and locked the front door causing my dad to run to my side. "Honey what happened?" He panicked as he looked into my eyes waiting for my response.

I tried to slow down my heavy breathing "I'm fine I just need some rest"

"Oka- is that a mark on your cheek?"

I laughed "it's nothing dad I just fell on my way back home, you know typical clumsy me!"

He gave me an uneasy reassuring smile and a pat on the back "I'm always here if you need someone to talk to"

I mumbled a quick thank you and ran up the stairs taking them two at a time because well.. I felt cooler. My dad was always so oblivious to my terrible lies anyone in there right mind would have been able to tell I was lying but he just didn't notice. Thank god my mom was working mom late tonight because if she saw my cheek I would have never left the living room with out a valid response.

As I walked up to my room I glanced in the mirror viewing the well visible mark on my face. If luke was still my friend and saw what Tyler did I know he would take no time in walking straight up to him and punching him. Maybe I should call Luke just to see how things were going? Maybe I'd sound annoying considering the fact I made it more then clear that I wanted nothing to do with him. Maybe he really didn't care for me like I thought he did. I mean after all it's been 5 months... That's a long time. My finger hovered over the call button but I couldn't bring myself to do it id sound pathetic for wanting to talk to someone that couldn't care less about me. Regardless of the fact that Luke was probably done with me I don't think I'll ever be done with him. As much as I don't want to bring myself to say it, after getting slapped in the face I think that slap was good for me. It was a slap to bring me back to reality because after that slap I realized that trying to fix someone isn't possible unless they want to be fixed just as much.

I need to get my mind off of things or I'd probably drive myself insane. I leaned over from my bed and grabbed the remote, turning in the T.V even though there's never anything good on.

I was greeted with a woman reporter on my screen, "A man gets out of an elevator and mugs a woman's purse leaving her locked in an elevator, and we've got it all on tape" she smirked. Why would anyone do such a terrible thing? They played back the surveillance video and my eyes nearly popped out of my head at the horrendous sight before my eyes, it was Luke.

Why the hell would he do such a thing? Not that this was any excuse for what he did but bet on everything I own it was to impress that damn criminal girl he was drooling over.

My thoughts were interrupted when my  phone was viscously vibrating next to me "Luke" without  thinking I answered the call immediately, I needed to know what he had to say.

"I'm broken Vanessa, and I need you to fix me" he chocked out.

Maybe he did want to fixed after all.

This chapters crap but I swear the next chapter is one you won't want to miss, So excited to write it!
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On the other hand let's play a game called 'how many times can this author put song titles into her book?'