Lost {Punk Luke Hemmings}

Chapter 1

I've never belonged anywhere. I've never belonged to anyone. I was just a ship floating out to sea, no where to be found.

My name was Carter Brown. I don't fit in anywhere and I don't have many friends. Other than Mackenzie. She was a blonde, she was tall and had tan skin. She spoke kind words and her heart was pure.

Mackenzie was popular. I'm not sure how we became friends but we did. All the guys wanted her, all the girls wanted to be her. I met Mackenzie in 4th grade and we became best friends.

Two days ago I got the news we were moving. Not just to another town, but to another country. I would miss Mackenzie more than anything, she would miss me. She was my go to and my number one.

She sat on my bed staring at me as I packed up. We were leaving tomorrow. The posters were taken off my wall. The walls were a pale blue, I was gonna miss this room. I zippered up the last suite case and set it near the door. I stood up and put my hands on my hips as I looked around the room.

"I don't like this." Mackenzie mumbled.
I looked at her as she gazed at my walls that were once covered in posters and pictures of us. I sighed sitting on the bed next to her.

"Neither do I." I was gonna miss this place. Although there were some bad memories, I was gonna miss Mackenzie. The only thing I liked about the town of Auburn New York, was Mackenzie, and the cute coffee shop right around the corner. That was our main hang out place.

It was known for their Carmel lattes that I loved so much, and the donuts were delicious. I spent most of my time there. After school, on the weekends. Whenever I could. It was my escape.

There's was one other person I would miss. Lola. Lola worked at the cafe. She was an energetic red head with a southern accent. She came up from Texas two years ago. She was the sweetest woman you could ever meet. She only missed two work days in her life, when her mom was sick, and when she went to visit her fanily. But other than that, She never missed a day.

It was just me and my mom. We lived together, but she was never home. She had a good job, that's why she was transferred to Australia. My dad was abusive. He used to come home drunk and beat my mom. The first time he hit me, he picked up a glass vase he was going to throw at my mom.

I used to sit on the stairs trembling as I gripped onto the metal railing. I watched as he would spit names at her. But then he would hit her.

That Thursday night, he came home drunk, yet again. I watched in fear as he punched her and threw her to the ground. He reached over to the glass vase sitting on the little brown table. He looked at it smirking, then looked back at my mom. She was crying and shaking. My dad said some words to her, I don't remember. His eyes were dark and his hands were bloody.

He raised his arm above his head, the glass vase shining in the light. I got the courage to yell at him to stop. I ran down the stairs and grabbed his arm. He looked at me, and with his other arm, swung at me. I remember falling back and my mom screaming. My eye was throbbing and I was crying uncontrollably.

I brushed the memory out of my head and looked at my best friend. Her blue eyes were sparkling with tears as she looked at my suite cases.

"I wish you could stay" She said in a quiet tone. I sighed before taking her hand in mine and giving it a squeeze.
"If I could, I would stay in a heart beat. But I can't. I'll get a job and visit you as much as I can I promise." The lump in my throat was back again as Mackenzie turned her attention towards me.
"I'm really gonna miss you Carter." She said looking into my eyes. A warm tear fell from my eye and rolled down my cheek.

She closed her eyes and sighed, before standing up and pulling me up with her.
"Where are we going" I said wiping the tear off my face and sniffing. She turned and sent me a sad smile, before responding with the name of our favorite coffee shop. I got up and we walked to the shop.

The smell of coffee beans and fresh baked pastries filled my nose as the bell chimed when we walked in. The place was cozy. There were a few people at booths talking and laughing. And there were two men talking over coffee at the bar. The whole place was wooden, and warm. There was a fire place behind the bar that kept the place cozy. A tall book shelf stood proudly in the corner, where people could read while they ate.

I stopped the red head as she wiped the counter down. She looked up at me and smiled a sad smile. I was definitely gonna miss her.

"I'll get us a spot, you go talk to Lola." Mackenzie said giving my hand one final squeeze before heading over to the booth in the corner.

I headed up to Lola and sat down as she turned and started to make my favorite latte. As it was brewing she leaned against the bar in front of me, Propping herself up on her hands.

"How ya feelin?" She asked. I looked down at my hands feeling the lump form in my throat.

"Like hell." I breathed out, still looking at my hands. I could feel her eyes on my before putting her fore finger under my chin and pulling me up to eye level.

"I know how you feel. But you'll do great. Just be yourself Carter, I'll come visit y'all with Mackenzie." She turned to pour the coffee into a cup and handing it to me.

"On the house." She whispered before going over to clear someone's area.

Lola finished her shift and headed over to us. We had a long conversation, the last conversation I would be having here, in New York.

A/N This is my first book! I'm very busy so updates will take some time, but I hope you enjoy!

-Tiffani