Black Roses. (Punk 5SOS) *COMPLETED*

Black Roses~11

Please read authors note babies❤️❤️❤️

I slept in till 1 the next day.

When I went downstairs, Michael was in therapy. I'd thrown on a baggy jumper and a pair of shorts, I wasn't in the mood for getting dressed up.

"Where's my dad?" I questioned, Luke, who was sat on the couch alone.

"He said something about work, I assume he went to work." Luke replied.

"Oh right, where's Ash and Cal?" I questioned, he ran a hand through his purple hair.

"I think they're still asleep," he mumbled, I nodded. "I need to dye my hair again." He pouted.

"I can do it for you, I'm training to be a hairdresser." I grinned, he smiled and nodded.

"I'll ask mum if we can do buy some dye." I smiled before skipping into into the office. Michael had red cuts up his arm and he was crying, I looked away and my mum gave me the angriest glare.

"Can I go to town with Luke?" I questioned. She threw me her purse and I thanked her before pulling Luke away. He was uneasy without Michael around.

"So what do you like to do?" I questioned, as we sat at the bus stop waiting for a bus to appear.

"I don't know, I usually just go on my guitar," Luke sighed. "I like singing but that doesn't really fit my uh...attitude." Luke chuckled.

"Why did you do all of this?" I said referring to the tattoos and piercings.

"Telling the world I'm not to be messed with anymore." Luke muttered, I let it slide, he put up his barriers too tall and strong, I didn't want to be the one to climb and come back down twice as hard. I didn't want to get mixed up in their tattoos and piercings, I didn't want to date any of them. I just like to understand people.

Maybe because no one can understand me is why I'm obsessed with how they work. I want to understand what makes them tick, what makes them cry.

We arrived at a well known cosmetic shop, I walked in pulling Luke behind me laughing as he made some messed up face.

"It won't be that bad." I chuckled. That was when I saw his smile.

"You have a really nice smile," I grinned at him, his face altered and he began to stutter.

"I-I'm gay." He blurted and I laughed.

"I know, I'm just saying you should smile more." I told him and he nodded. We walked over to the hair dye section and I groaned.

There stood the cool girls along with their boyfriends-or should I say puppies. They were discussing hair dye loudly.

"Come on Luke, let's go else where," I muttered and he stopped me. "Please Luke."

"Why, I thought we want hair dye." Luke said, rather loudly, which caught the attention of the slut with the shortest dress, Lacey.

"Guys, look who it is?" Lacey smiled, her puppies and followers turned and gathered in front of me.

"Everyone thought we'd killed you." Lacey laughed and Luke looked confused at the fake blonde.

"What is she on about?" He questioned.

"Nothing, let's just go." I said pulling him away but I was grabbed by my hair and tumbled down backwards. Luke helped me up and gave them an evil glare.

"Are you supposed to be punk or something, because you just look like a faggot helping her around?" One of the boys called, him and his mates laughed. I braced myself expecting Luke to join in and then hurt me but it never came. He simply began to walk off with his arm around me.

"Fag! Fag! Fag!" They chanted and I could see hurt covering his face, pain and anger grew in his eyes.

"Do you parents know they raised a no good fag?" One boy chuckled, Luke spun around racing for the two boys.

"What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Just. Say?" Luke spat, his nostrils flared and his breathing irregular.

"You heard me."

"My parent are dead." Luke gritted his teeth.

"It's probably better that way."

Luke's fist was slammed through this boys face, knocking him out in one. The others screamed and Lacey went to her hurt boyfriend.

Lacey stood up and raced towards me.

"You hurt my boyfriend and I'll hurt your girlfriend." She said kneeing me in the stomach, holding my head and rapidly raising her knee to my face.

"Let her go!" Luke yelled. She continued and I continued to fight back. Everything suddenly stopped and I collapsed on the floor. I looked up weakly and saw Luke had her pinned by only her throat to the wall. Her face turning blue slowly.

"Breath any of this to the police or touch Scarlett ever again and you won't be able to breathe anymore." Luke dropped her in a heap of mess, he scooped me up and I cling to him for life.

"It's okay now. I've got you," Luke hushed me and I hid my face in his chest, ignoring my bleeding nose and lip. I was shaken while Luke carried me out, I didn't know what I was afraid of more.

The fact that Luke could do that or that I could loose him.

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Helllllooooo

Luke is aggressive

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I've had the worst day ever😒

I was accused of saying to someone, who was supposed to be my friend, grow up. I should notifications you, that I DID NOT. Then this girl decided to accuse me of it, I'm not on good terms with this girl, you know the girls who think they are above everyone, yet on solid U's. Well anyway, I ended up shaking, and I knew this was the beginning of a panic attack, I haven't had one in like over a year to be honest. I yelled at her-big mistake. I Began to breath rapidly and boom! Panic attack came. I began chocking and I couldn't stand without my legs wobbling. I stood up breathing hard, saying I couldn't handle this, my best fiend had to physically push me out of the classroom into another room. There I cried and began to shake even worse.

I feel awful, I then mitched the rest of school but I need advice, what do I do now? I had a flipping panic attack In front of my whole class.😓😓😓😓