Protect me - Luke Hemmings Punk

1.6 - Pieces falling into place

Emmy's P.O.V

Luke glared me down as I bend forward and grabbed his beer bottle, brought it to my lips and gulped it down.

Everything was dead silent and everybody's eyes were on me. I raised my eyebrow as I placed the glass bottle on the table and waited for them to begin with the story.

"So, what do you want to know?" Ashton began and intertwined his fingers and licked his lips, ready to spill the beans for me.

"Everything." I said in a "duh" voice. Luke rolled his eyes and growled quietly to himself, but I didn't care about him.

"More specific." Michael answered and earned an expression of stone from me. I knew Michael had a lot to tell me. Ever since he caused our family their lives he owned me an explanation, and here it come.

"You, Michael."

"What about me?"

"Tell me how you got into this."

He glanced between the boys and gave out a nervous laugh.

"We aren't getting personal, we were suppose to tell you about the mission---"

"Michael." I said and glared him down before taking Luke's beer again and gulping down the liquid.

Mikey rolled his eyes and let out a loud sigh. "Fine, Em. You win."

"It started out a few years back. I bet I was like 12 or 13 years old when I started."

"With what? The mafia?"

"No. The drugs. I got them from a 15 year old guy at school. He kept on telling me that it wasn't dangerous at all and that I could stop whenever I wanted to. But he lied."

Michael continued to tell his story that I had been dying to hear for as long as I can remember. The guys kept their silence and listened to every word he had to say. I bet they hadn't heard it either.

"You became addicted?"

"Yes. My skin became lifeless and my hair started to fall out and that's when I knew I was stuck. That's also when I started dying my hair. I used it as an excuse to why my hair fell out."

I nodded my head and remembered the first family reunion when Michael came in with jet black hair. His mother almost kicked him out.

"After being an addicted 13 year old I knew I needed help and that's when I met Ashton. He was a year older than me and had experienced drugs due to his stepfather. I had to get away for 2 years before it stopped and I couldn't have done it without Ash."

I gave him a small smile and then turned to Ashton who had his eyes frozen on the table.

"Thank you Ashton." I continued and gently touched his hands from across the table. Without even looking at me he nodded his head yes.

"Continue..." I said and gave him a hand gesture to continue.

"After those years I wanted to come home, but that's when the mission started." He said and ended has story.

"That's it?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. He slowly nodded his head yes and leaned back against his chair.

I glanced between the other boys and tried to get eye contact, but they all looked away.

"Fine. Back to the mission then." As soon as those words had left my mouth they all looked my way again. I guess non of them wanted to tell their stories. With a sigh I let it go and continued playing my new "I'm an emotionless bitch" role.

"Enough with lies. Tell me what Brad wants and why." I banged my fist on the table which caused a few beer bottles to fall, but no one reacted the slightest bit.