who's your daddy? // luke hemmings

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sotc: ultraviolence by lana del rey

(a/n I'm sorry for the super late update but I had to rewrite this like 5 times no joke bc it kept deleting fml)

(alsoooo, I am skipping ahead multiple months on purpose. nothing special happens during those months, unTil nOw ehehehehhe)

2 MONTHS LATER

"Hannah, someone is at the phone for you!" My mother yelled from downstairs. I furrowed my eyebrows; who was calling me at 9 on a Saturday night? Going downstairs, I walked up to my mother.

"Who is it?" I mouthed. She handed the phone to me and shrugged.

"Some girl, I don't know. The coller-ID says, 'Luke'; doesn't sound like him though." She sat down in next of me and I sat with her at the counter. I put the phone to my ear and responded.

"Hello?" Some girl laughed into the speaker.

"Is this Hannah?"

"Yes, it is, who is this?"

"That's nothing to worry about. But I just wanted to say that I saw my boyfriend calling this number and so I, like, saved it so that I could give you a piece of my mind." She slurred, obviously drunk.

"Okay, you must have the wrong girl-"

"Luke has been calling this number and I'm sick of it! He's mine!" My heart sunk. Boyfriend?

"But-but I was.. I was just with him yesterday." I said, mostly to myself. My mother looked at me strange and I waved her off, taking myself to the backyard to sit.

"Yeah, well stay the hell away from him. He-", she cut off and there was some rustling in the background. I caught a bit of the voices in the background and one sounded just too familiar.

"Hey, what are you doing with my phone? Who are you calling- oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god." It sounded like the phone was dropped and so did my heart. I didn't realize the tears falling onto my chest from my cheeks until my phone was sticking to my face.

"Hello, hello, Hannah?" The liar begged. "Oh my god, Hannah, I'm so sorry-"

"You said you wouldn't hurt me. You said that I was the only one. You even told me you loved me as much as I loved you."

"Please-"

"Is this just a sick joke you're playing on me?" I stood up and raised my voice out of anger. "Do you think that I'm just some chew toy?"

"Hannah, I do love you-"

"Cut the shit." I spat. "I may be young but I am not fucking stupid. You don't hurt the people you love. You don't lie to them, either. What the hell do you have to say to yourself besides the lie that you're sorry?"

"Please calm down." I was fuming. "It's not what you think-"

"Not what I think?! It's what I know! I won't give you the only thing that you want so you have to go find it somewhere else."

"Stop interrupting me!" He shouted. "We didn't do anything!"

"Oh, right, you just had a play date. You know you've got a lot of nerve." I hung up. Feeling so angry with a dry throat and shaking hands, I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Walking up to my room, I put on my best perfume and a pretty dress. I asked to borrow the car, which my mother kindly agreed. I was boiling on the inside but looked as cool as a cucumber. Starting the car and driving in the direction I could barely remember, I blasted opera and gripped the steering wheel.