I thought I would be waking up next to an extremely hung over Luke this morning, but no. He must have left throughout the night. What an idiot. I don't know why I thought things were changing between us I mean, as I was laying in his arms last night I genuinely though I could stay like that forever...like, I wouldn't mind spending my nights with Luke. Nothing happened apart from some seriously warm cuddling, but I still felt kind of upset that he left. Without a note or anything...
I didn't have much time to get over it as my parents barged through the door.
yay, they're back.
"Get your ass down here now Sarah" my dad shouted. He has never shouted at me like this before so I was slightly scared to say the least.
"Coming" was all I could force out. I didn't even make it down the stairs before they were screaming at me. Telling me how I was a useless daughter, blah blah blah.
I'm not going to lie to you...I didn't really care. I wasn't going to please them anyway so what's the point in trying anymore?
"I can't believe you've been skipping school...how dare you? We give you everything and this is how you repay us?"
"Are you serious mum? I never see you, don't try and act as if you're the best mother in the world. Yeah okay, you do provide me with a roof over my head and food on my plate, but at the end of the day what does that mean if you're not even here half of the time?"
"You think its easy for us to leave you here all the time Sarah? We do what's necessary; we do what's best for you"
"That's fucking bullshit!"
Bad move.
I should have mentioned earlier; my parents don't tolerate curse words.
"How dare you!" My mother screamed in my face, before her hand collided with my face, leaving a prominent hand print there.
My parents have never, ever hit me before.
She stepped closer, aiming again to paint my face a deeper shade of red. But I anticipated her move and pushed her away. Unfortunately, she ended up falling backwards onto the floor with a loud thud. My father didn't take this too well...Now it was his turn.
One swift punch to the side of my face had me on the floor. I wasn't able to move or open my eyes...the only thing I could do was stay still and let the pain flush through my body as he placed more and more bruises on my body and face.
I don't know what brought this on. Okay, so I swore? How the hell did this come from that though? I have no idea.
I soon blacked out...waking up hours later to an empty home and blood all over me.
I couldn't think of anything other than the pain.
Oh, and the fact that my parents had left me alone again, I could have been dead...and they just left me.
My phone started ringing next to me, the ringtone piercing through my already pounding head. I didn't think of checking who was calling me before I answered and, dear god, I should have.
"Hey Sar, I just wanted to apologise for leaving this morning. I had an important meeting to go to with the band and I didn't want to wake you" His cheery voice sickened me. I wasn't able to reply. Mainly because my head hurt so bad I thought using my brain would surely kill me.
"Sarah? Are you there?"
"Hello? Sarah please answer me, I'm getting worried"
I was about to reply, but I thought getting up off of the floor and into the bathroom would be more important. I crawled over to the island in the kitchen and used it to pull myself up. Obviously I was too weak and before I knew it, I landed on the floor again with a large bang. I hit my head pretty hard and could feel myself starting to get very, very tired. I knew it was dangerous to go to sleep.
All I could hear was a faint voice, asking what that bang was.
He knew something was wrong.
The last thing I remember was that same voice shouting that they would be right over.
That was it.
It all went black.
The bright light flooded my eyes as I began to open them slowly. I could tell by the bright lights, smell and atmosphere that I was in fact at a hospital. I tried to get up out of bed. You see, a few years ago my granddad was put in hospital due to something wrong with his heart. Everyday I would visit him, until one day, this old man grabbed me and started shouting at me, asking me where his family was and screaming really awful things at me. It took four doctors to get him off of me, then another three to calm me down and explain that he had something mentally wrong with him. It scared the shit out of me to be blunt, and I have hated hospitals ever since. Nothing good comes out of hospitals like this...apart from the occasional cute baby.
"Sarah you have to stay in bed, you're going to be fine. Just sit down for a minute" A gentle hand was placed on my shoulder, slightly pushing me back onto the bed. Without looking at this person, I could tell by there caring touch that this could only be one person.
"Luke?" I managed to croak out,
"I'm here babe, don't worry" I finally opened my eyes fully, noticing the blonde sat next to me. His hair was flat and messy and he had a baggy hoodie and sweatpants on.
He slept here.
"What happened? I came to your house and you were on the floor, covered in loads of blood and I just-" I could hear him choking up. He wasn't even able to finish his sentence. He didn't want to cry. This was so painful. I didn't want him to feel upset or anything but it was nice to finally see a caring side of Luke.
"Don't be upset...I'm fine"
"You're not fucking fine Sarah! Do you know you could have died? You hit your head so god damn hard that if you were left there alone for any longer you wouldn't have woken up! Don't you dare sit there and tell me that you are fine. You're not fine"
This time he didn't hold back his tears. He was crying in front of me. He was crying because I was hurt.
I didn't know Luke could be like this. I just wanted to kiss him and cuddle him because he looked so vulnerable. It takes a real man to be able to cry in front of people. I kind of admired his bravery. He wasn't ashamed to show his feelings.
I liked that.
I liked Luke.
"I want to go home Luke" I said, sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I shivered at how cold this hospital was and I guess Luke noticed that because he quickly took off his hoodie and placed it over my head, pulling my arms through. It was massive on me, but I loved it.
"Let's go home baby"
A/N LUKE IS SO GOD DAMN CUTE WHERE DO I SIGN UP FOR ONE?
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