Drunken DMs

Chapter 40

Ambur

"I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are either," Leah said, looking at me. Michael let go of her hand and stormed out of the room and honestly I'm not surprised at his actions
"Sweetie, it's me, Ambur,"
"How do I know you?" She asked
"This is actually the first time we've met in person," I told her. I was trying to be strong. I needed to be strong, "but we met through Twitter being a fan of 5 Seconds of Summer," I explained
"Oh right," she seemed to be racking her brain for memories
"Here, I'll show you some chats we've had," I pulled out my phone and opened up out Kik conversations, scrolling to the top. Mainly because I wasn't going to force anything on her straight away. My heart broke for Michael. She knew who he was, she just didn't remember what happened. I handed her my phone and she began reading through the messages.

A minute later Luke popped his head in, "what happened? Why the fuck did Mikey just walk out of the room?" He asked me
"What's Luke Hemmings doing here?" She asked me, I didn't know what to say, "Ambur?" She asked after about a minute of silence. I understood that she wasn't aware that Luke was here. She'd only ever spoken to Michael
"He's here, because... Because, Michael was here to visit you," I told her
"But why?" She asked, I was about to answer her when, her parents and the doctor walked in to the room

"Who are you?" Her step mum asked
"Ambur Lopez," I told her
"And you?" She asked Luke
"Luke Hemmings," he said simply
"Well you two need to leave, right now, we're here now, we are all Leah needs, considering I'm assuming, his, friend," she gestured to Luke, "was the reason she got in to this accident..."
"Excuse me?" I cut her off, "do you even know, what the fuck happened?"
"No I don't, all I know is that since my daughter became a fan of this band of misfits, she's been nothing but depressed,"
"Your daughter, oh I'm sorry puta, But I'm pretty sure, the guy you're referring to, whose name is Michael, has made her the happiest she's been in a long time," I swore at her in Mexican
"Then why has Georgia told us differently?"
"Honey, Leah isn't even your biological daughter," I laughed, "I can't deal with this shit, and besides, if you weren't so fucking blind you'd realise that, that bitch Georgia is behind all of this!" I was so fucking done with this woman. Sometimes I even thought Leah was over exaggerating about her step mum's ways, but now I can see that she wasn't, "and you!" I said to her dad, "who the fuck do you think you are? Not even standing up for your daughter?" They were both in stunned silence, "Vete a la Merida," I yelled to them in Mexican yet again, (go fuck yourself) and exited the room, Luke following closely behind me.

We saw the boys sitting on the chairs in the waiting room, "what's going on?" Ashton asked, "Michael just stormed out, then I heard you screaming in Spanish,"
"Leah doesn't remember Michael, well she remembers who you guys are, but doesn't remember messaging Michael or anything," I told them, "her parents are all blaming us for it,"
"But it's Georgia's fault," Michael cried from the corner, I didn't even realise he was in the room. He was literally curled up in a ball. All the boys looked so worried and concerned, and then I realised that I was standing in a hospital waiting room with my favourite band. I couldn't even believe that this was them

"What's my fault?" I heard an annoying Australian accent
"I'm assuming you're Georgia right?" Ashton said
"Oh my God, Ashton Irwin; oh my God," she squealed, what the fuck is this girl on?
"Oh shut up, puta," I said to her
"What did you call me?" She asked
"I called you a bitch honey," I answered smugly
"Why are you all saying this is my fault?" She asked, she looked like she could break down in tears any second, and if I didn't know any better I would have thought they were real, "if anything it's his fault,"
"Excuse me?" I screamed, waking towards the annoying blonde bitch, ""Vete a la mierda pinche puta. Es tu culpa! Por tu celos mi mejor amiga esta aqui! Chinga tu madre pedeja!" (Go fuck your self, you fucking bitch, it's all your fault, your jealousy got her here), I raised my fist and punched her square in the jaw, knocking her straight to the ground
"That all you got?" She asked
"Oh no, honey, I got more where that came from, you know I was born in South Gate right?" I asked her, mentioning the ghetto as fucked SoCal town I grew up in
"Oh trust Leah, to become friends with a chola," she smirked
"Oh honey, I take that as a compliment," I laughed, punching her again, in the nose this time, knocking her to the ground again. I went to straddle her, so I could continue to fuck her up some more, only to be held back by two sets of arms