The Broken Ones (Cake FanFiction)

Chapter 8

•Luke's POV•

I sit in the stall, my eyes red and my cheeks stained with tear tracks. I sigh heavily and stand up. I look in the mirror and rub my hand over my face, trying to remove the tear stains.

I walk out of the bathroom and make sure to keep my head down.

I missed my last class due to me running to the bathroom to cry. Oh well.

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The day goes by painfully slow. The bell just rang, symbolizing that it's lunch time. I sigh, shoving all my things into my marked up locker. Every time I look at my locker, I feel violated. You can't just go and write someone's insecurities for everyone to see.

I slam my locker door and head into the lunch room. I get the lunch food that is served and sit at an abandoned table.

I stare at the food on the styrofoam tray. My appetite automatically leaves.

I lay my head on the table hoping for this day to end sooner.

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The last bell rings. I grab my book bag and throw it over my shoulder. I wander outside and sit on a bench. Calum soon comes out of the school. I start to walk up to him but I see he's surrounded by his friends. I sigh and go back to the bench and wait for him to come over to me. I don't want to interrupt anything.

Calum comes over to me once everyone leaves.

I stand up as he approaches me and he leads the way to his house. I drag my feet as I walk and keep my head down, like always.

"I saw your locker." Calum says. I feel tears prick my eyes at the thought of it.

"Yeah..." I trail off.

"Is it true?" He asks me and I snap my head up to look at him. He stops walking and I almost run into him.

"What?" I cross my arms over my chest.

"That you're gay." He says like its nothing.

I look at him in disbelief, "why should I tell you Calum? We're not friends, remember?" I say sad, but angry at the same time.

"Right..I'm sorry." Calum says placing a hand on my shoulder. He looks a bit disappointed. I don't know why he would be though.

I shrug it off, "yeah..its just a t-touchy subject." My voice cracks. I suddenly feel very nervous.

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We arrive at his house. We go down to his room as we did last time and I grab the things out of my backpack.

We read a few chapters, switching off. It's quite a interesting book but depressing at the same time.

I leave shortly after and I go to my house. I see my dad at the door, smirking at me. I feel my body stiffen. I look around the house and it looks as if Ben, Jack, and Mum went out. Just my luck.

He steps closer to me and I smell the oh-so familiar smell of alcohol. I grimace at that smell.

He grabs me, roughy and a punch is thrown at my check. I don't dare move or else it will be worse for me.

He then throws  me to the ground and continues to throw punches and kicks. He hits a bruise that was on my stomach due to my earlier beating from Michael and Ashton. I shriek out in pain and clutch that area with my hands.

My dad smirks down at me, feeling accomplished that he hurt me.

He steps away from me and I think that he's finished with me but that wasn't the case. He punches me straight in the face. My vision goes blurry and I feel blood drip from my nose.

I curl up into a ball and hold my nose. I'm in so much pain and I feel my self loosing consciousness. I try my hardness not to black out but luck is not in my side. My eyes flutter shut.

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I wake up in a puddle of my own blood. My dad is gone and the house is empty. I try to get up but groan feeling a sharp pain in my side. I lift my shirt to see the damage. There is a deep gash with a bruise surrounding it. Tears fall down my cheeks as I try to move again.

I manage to stand up with the help of the counter. I hold onto the counter, feeling very weak and dizzy.

I limp my way to my room and lock the door. I clean up all the blood on my body's me make sure I bandage the gashes. I wipe my face clean and try to make it seem like I'm fine to the best of my abilities.

I walk back to the kitchen and see where I was laying. I can't have Mum or my brothers see that. I clean it up as fast as possible, with my wounds. I make sure everything is back to normal and slowly walk back into my room.

I lay down on my bed, trying to get comfortable with all the pain that's taking over my body.

I curl into my blankets and slowly close my eyes. I fall asleep with the thoughts of hopefully having a better day tomorrow. But we all know very well, it's still going to be a living hell. (Haha! That rhymed! ~M)

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I sit up in my bed. I turn on my phone and use it as a flashlight. I look across the room to look at my clock that sits on my desk. It reads: 3:47. I sigh, knowing that I won't be falling back to sleep.

I get up from my bed and limp my way into the bathroom. I change the bandages on my wounds. I then sit on the bathroom floor, with my head in my hands.

•Calum's POV•

"I saw your locker." I state as Luke and I walk to my house. I turn to face him and I see tears in my eyes. Why the fuck did I say that?

"Yeah..." He trails off. I feel the urge to hug him but I contain my self and ask him again, another stupid question.

"Is it true?"

"What?" He asks, crossing his arms over himself.

"That you're gay." I say.

"Why should I tell you Calum? We're not friends, remember?" He says and I feel disappointed that I ever said that.

"Right..I'm sorry." I say placing a hand in his shoulder.

"Yeah..its just a t-touchy subject." He explains and his voice cracks in the middle of it. He looks nervous.

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We reach my house and read a few chapter of the book but that was about it. I feel like an asshole for bringing that whole locker thing up with Luke but I can't help but wonder if he's okay. I hope he is. I hope that maybe he can open up to me 
and can explain what's going  on. I really want to find out and possibly help him.

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Hey! It's Mikayla and I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I suck at writing and I'm sorry if this chapter was shit.

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-Mikayla