It's been 3 years, 5 months and 16 days.
I ran away.
Flashback: 14th of April 2013
"Luke. It's time you thought about you're future."
"Dad, I already told you. I wanna be a musician. I don't want to be in a big business like Jack and Ben. Look at them, they're miserable. They hate their job. I want to be happy, music makes me happy. All I need is my guitar and that is all I want in life."
"Don't be ridiculous son. Seriously. You won't make it in the music industry, look at you. You're a 17 year old who lives in North Western Sydney. You have talent, yes. But you aren't going to make it."
"What if I do? Huh? You keep putting me down and it doesn't help! Why do you think my brothers are miserable? Oh yeah remember? You ruined their dreams. You put them down. You told them that they couldn't make it! I'm not going to let you do this to me! Mum would have wanted us to be happy!"
"Don't mention your mother in this! She has nothing to do with this Luke."
"You're a stupid fucking prick and I hate you."
"Watch your language young man!"
"I want mum back!"
"We all want her back Luke."
"That's bullshit Dad. You don't, you didn't even love her. You were always away on business, fucking up younger women. You're disgusting. Mum didn't deserve this, she didn't deserve to die Dad! If you were home maybe she wouldn't have had to rush and leave us behind when Ben blacked out and had to go to hospital! She wouldn't have crashed if you had stayed with us! She wouldn't have had to rush! She didn't want us home alone! She wanted to keep us safe so she rushed! I hate you! This is all your fault! She died because you couldn't be bothered to stay home with your own children. You just wanted to go for a drink. Drink aye? What about a drink and meeting with some girl and staying at a hotel hm? Sound familiar?"
Luke was crying. Sobbing in fact, not just by the fact that Liz had passed but that his father didn't care. His father looked down at his feet. He was guilty.
"That's exactly what I thought Dad. Fucking prick."
Luke ran upstairs and got a bag, put all of his underwear and clothes in it. Grabbed his guitar, his phone, his camera, his car keys and his emergency credit cards. He walked down back downstairs and got a pad of paper and a pen.
Dear Prick, I'm going. Don't come after me you fucking cunt. I hate you so much. Go die.
From Luke :)
He scolded at the note and he put it on the kitchen bench, he then grabbed another sheet of paper.
Dear brothers, thank you so much for everything. I love you so much guys. You have my number and stuff so just call me but I'm gonna leave. When I become famous I will come back. Who knows if I will but I just need to go now, Dad is ruining my life. I'm sorry guys. I love you.
From Luke x
He slid it under Jack's door and grabbed another emergency credit card that was 'hidden' in the hallway. He picked up his bags and walked out the door to his car, he got in and drove away.
"Bye everyone."
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runaway ; luke hemmings
Fanfictioncontains: inappropriate language and probably some sexual references