Thorn Bush +Muke ✔

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"can I stand on the balcony?"

Dad gave me a look to stop but I went and continued.

"Or use the landline? Watch tv? Use the microwave?"

He glared at me, "You are grounded."

"Yeah, for now. But I'll go back to Australia and I'll put more holes in my skin and maybe I'll get a tattoo." With that, I slammed the bedroom door real hard.

I flopped on my bed and went to crying.

|Luke|

"Hello?" I repeated.

I pulled the phone away from my ear and saw that he had hung up. I went to my messages and tried texting him.

ERROR: THIS DEVICE HAD BEEN DEACTIVATED

His dad must be really pissed. I slid my phone into my pocket and pulled in Ashton's driveway.

"Hey." Calum chirped, sliding into the backseat.

"Hi." I grumbled.

"What's wrong?" Ashton asked as he threw his backpack into the passenger seat.

"Michael's dad is pissed at him and I think he took his phone away." I sighed.

"That sucks." Calum said loudly, "What's his problem?"

I shrugged, I just wanted Michael in this car right now so he could sing quietly and make me laugh.

But that wasn't going to happen.

|Michael|

"Hi mommy."

I twisted the curly cord of the old office phone around my finger. My dad looked up from his paperwork before going back to his work.

"How's everything there? Not to jet lagged, I hope." She said.

"No. I'm pretty much over it." I mumbled.

"Good. I was surprised when your father said you wanted to come see him. I know how much you miss Australia." She said.

"Yeah..." I said, looking at my father before quickly speaking up, "I just wanted to see him so badly. I have to go, mom. I'll call you tomorrow."

I slammed the phone down before shouting at my father, "You forced me here! You told mum I wanted to be here! I hate it here I want to be back home."

"This is your home." He said roughly.

"No its not. My home is with Luke!" I exclaimed.

"Your home is here. I don't want you talking to that deadbeat!" He hollered.

"Don't call him a deadbeat!" I screamed, "I love him and I hate you!"

He growled at me and picked up the closest thing, an empty beer bottle, before hurling it at me. I ducked and it shattered into a thousand pieces.

Glass flew back at me, cutting into my hands and my face. Warm red blood trickled onto the carpet and my eyes filled up with tears.

I looked down to see my own blood and then everything slowly went black.

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I did the dishes...
I cut my hand on some a glass...
It hurts

~Cookie Xx