Enchanted (Luke Hemmings fan fiction)

Chapter two

I get up the next morning.

A Monday.

"Steph... We're taking you to the doctors... We're worried about you..." My dad says

"I don't need any doctor to ask what's wrong with me!" I say.

I have to much stuff going on.

"Yes you do. This is a tough time for you... I know. It's either that, or go to stay with one of your friends for the rest of the summer."

What.

What ever happened to any of my friends...?

The only close friend I've had was Calum hood.

He's in a band now.

"I have no friends. Dad? Don't you know that?" I say

"Whatever happened to.. Calin? Or Calum?" He says

"Calum, he's in a band."

"Well work something out with them.."

"Fine."

I get my phone and text Calum.

"Hey, Cal.... I need to stay with you... Please..."

I get a text back from him that says,

"You can stay with me! No problem! What's wrong?"

"Long story.. Ill tell you if you pick me up in an hour?"

"Ok"

I pack my stuff, and walk to the kitchen, where my mother, father, and Calum are talking.

"Oh, hi! Stephanie, we were just talking about you," my mom says.

"I figured," I said, giving them my sass.

"Now, if you're going to talk like that, you're staying home and going to the therapists every Wednesday," my dad says, pointing his index finger in my direction.

Calum walks over and gives me a tight, friendly hug.

"I haven't seen you in forever," he says.

"I know."

"Want to leave now?" Calum asks.

"Yeah..."

"We'll miss you, steph... We will see you in September," my dad says and hugs me.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You'll miss me. I doubt that. My parents act like I won't be fine with Calum, like ill break down, and want to go home.

I can't go home in September. It's too hard, to go back to the town where my boyfriend lived, died, and loved me.

It seems like forever for my parents to let me go, and leave.

In the car, I put my seat belt on, and sink down in the passenger seat.

"What's going on... What happened?" Calum asks.

"My boyfriend died... Last week... It was all my fault..."

I was tearing up. I can't relive that moment.

It was horrible.

"How was it your fault?" He asks.

"Well..." I say, tears running down my pink cheeks.

Just last week, my friends, my boyfriend and I went to the bridge. We were planing on going to the lake, under the bridge.