That Clifford Kid (Luke Hemmings Sister)

4.9

*the tattoo she got. but imagine it smaller and on her back and not the wrist.*

I'd say it was about an hour or two later and the chattering inside had deceased. I knew they was still in there, considering the TV was still on and I hadnt heard any doors open or close. I got up off of the chair i was sitting on before quickly pulling the over sized shirt back onto my body. It came down to about mid thigh; and honestly, as long as it covers that tattoo, then i dont care how long it was.

I walked inside to see everyone still in the same spots they was in before i left, except now, Michael had joined them. I walked around the back of the couch and into the bed room, quickly grabbing a cut up black muscle tee and some white shorts. I pulled on my black VANS before running a brush through my hair. I pulled that into a messy fishtail braid and tied a clear elastic around the bottom of it. I heard footsteps and a door opening and shutting. I put a simple coat of mascara on before walking out of the room to see everyone gone.

Once again, excluded.

"Fucking hell." I whispered. I grabbed my phone and hastily shoved it in my pocket before grabbing a room key and walking out of the room, the door silently shutting behind me. It was about 9:30 pm and it was now dark outside, but that's okay. My phone had a full charge and I didn't plan on going back unless it was a life or death emergency, but then I probably wouldn't go back anyways.  Sighing, i found an old park that was completely empty. I sat on the old swing before gently kicking my feet back and forth, making the swing slowly move. 

I'd say I spent a good 4 hours just in that park. It was now 1:39 am, and I hadn't planned on going back to the hotel just yet.

I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket. I quickly grabbed it before sliding my finger across the screen, accepting the call. "Hell-" I was cut off by Luke screaming into the phone, "Where the hell are you?!" he shouted. "Not with you, thank god." I spat, "and don't act like you care anyways. You fucking left without telling me anyways."  The end of the line was silent and the only thing you could hear was his staggered breathing. "Just- just get back to the hotel." He sighed. "No thanks." I muttered. "Pan-" I hung the phone up, not even bothering to figure out what he was about to say. And to be honest, I really didn't care either. I continued walking down the street. The hotel wasn't very far away, but I really didn't want to go back just yet. A good 60 minutes had passed with me just sitting on the bench outside of the hotel.

It was now about 2:40 am and I had several texts from Luke. Ignoring them all, I finally got into the elevator. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. I walked out and down the hallway. I stopped in front of the door. I could hear someone pacing back and forth and someone else trying to calm them down. I checked my pockets for my key, but once my hand didnt find it, I realized either i had left it somewhere or i had dropped it.