Twinzies

Just Great

Abby's pov

Great! Just great! I immediately pushed him off of me and fell out of the swing doing so. I picked up my glasses and put them back on and right before I was about to run away Luke looked at me and grabbed my wrist.

"You tricked me!" He shouted

"Really cuz you tricked me too!" I said

He dragged his hands down his face, freeing my wrist.

"So...how have ya been Abbigail?" He said

How have I been? HOW HAVE I BEEN!

"I dont know you tell me you shit head! You left me all alone just because you couldn't handle rumors! I was only able to handle them because of you! But when you left me you just added more pain to my life! You hurt me...and for a second I thought you were talking to me! Not my sister not anyone else, but me. Your a jerk!" I tried running again but he grabbed my wrist again.

"I read your diary" He breathed out

My eyes widened and tears started to form and I kept yanking on my wrist screaming for him to let me go...but he never did. I finally just fell to the ground sobbing.

"You took everything from me, even my god damn sister. I dont understand why the fuck all this had happened to me. I-it could have easily happened to you if I had left you first. But I didnt! CUZ IM A STUPID IDIOT WHO HAD A CRUSH ON HER BEST FRIEND! You ruined my life Luke Hemmings! Are you happy now!?!?!" I sobbed some more and finally looked up at him.

He looked taken aback AND HE SHOULD BE!

He finally let go of my wrist and I tried to get back up but my mind started flashing memories and images over and over again and I collapsed to the ground and was welcomed by darkness.

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I woke up and looked around the room. It was a familiar room that I remembered like the back of my hand but it wasn't mine...

It was Luke's.

I threw the covers off of me and got out of the bed. I looked around the room once more. Nothing has really changed. Except for the fact that all the pictures of us two of were no longer on the walls. They were in a black box on his desk...right next to my diary. At this point I could care less about that book. He knew he hurt me before. Now he knows all the details.

What caught my attention the most was the picture that was outside of the box. The lid of the box was no where to be seen but the picture I was currently looking at was the picture of when we first met. I picked it up and stared at it longingly. I haven't really had a single friend since Luke. No one would approach me. Because why talk to me when there's my popular sister Amanda?

The room door opened. Luke looked at me with relief which I didn't understand. He hates me. He beats me up like its nothing. He left me. Why would he be relieved I'm ok?

He looked down at the picture in my hand. I threw it back in the box.

"Why do u still have these?" I asked him.

"My mom loved you when we were friends. She thought u were perfect so she refused to let me throw them out" he said scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh" I said.

I looked around the room once more. On the walls were pictures of him hanging out with Michael Calum and Ashton. And last but not least...Amanda.

"How much of the diary did u read?" I said looking down at my socks. He must've taken off my shoes when he put me in bed.

"All of it. Look I'm so sor-" I cut him off.

"Shut up" I whispered.

"Haven't you been wanting our friendship back? I'm trying to say sorry...I thought you would be happy" he said as he furrowed his brow in confusion.

"I don't need a friendship based off of pity and its clear that you have found your place amongst many people who are apparently way better than me. So I don't need some empty apology." I said.

"Why am I even here?" I asked myself and then I stormed out of his room and ran right out the house.

Nothing good happens when u care about people.

(AN: Im not really happy with my writing on this story and Im really just coming up with the plot as I go so idk if Im going to continue this or not)