Lost {Punk Luke Hemmings}

Chapter 15

The next morning, I awoke in my bed. I was wearing different clothes now. I don't remember changing or getting out of Lukes lap, but I made it here in my bed.

 I wiped the tiredness from my eyes, making my way towards my bathroom. I turned on the hot water, and stepped inside, letting the warmth run down my body. 

After my shower, I was changed and straightening my hair when I heard something fall from downstairs. I froze. I was the only one in this house. I heard shuffling, and then it went silent. I stayed where I was, when I heard someones feet on my stairs. 

I could hear the person nearing my room, afraid that it was a robber, I held my hot straightener up like a bat. I peered out from the bathroom door, as I saw my bedroom doorknob slowly turn. I bent my knees slightly, so I could have a good base. The straightener was ready to hit whoever was in my house. The door opened, and I yelled, swinging my straightener like crazy, scared to see who was here.

"You can stop now." I opened my eyes, and stopped flinging my straightener to see a very amused Luke standing a few feet away from me. I breathed out, turning my straightener off. 

"You scared the crap out of me, I thought someone broke into my house." I said leaning against the door frame, trying to get my beating heart under control. 

"Nope, just me. Oh and next time you try to attack someone, make sure one, you know its someone actually trying to attack you, and not your boyfriend. And two, actually swing at them, and not around you. Because I wasn't anywhere close to you." He said laughing. I shot him a death glare, before turning back to face my mirror.

His arms wrapped around my waist, burying his head in my neck. I looked at our reflection in the mirror, I loved it. Smiling, I held his hand with my own. He kissed my neck, coming back up. He was a black shirt, with a black jacket over it, as well as a black snap back.

He pulled me down stairs and into the kitchen, where there were waffles on plates. I smiled, pulling him in for a kiss, before sitting down to eat my waffle. 

"Can we talk?" I asked after a moment of eating in silence. I wanted to talk about the night I was slipped something, I still don't remember it, but apparently it was bad. He forked a piece of waffle in his mouth, chasing it down with some milk before responding.

"Of course, baby." I smiled at the pet name. I loved when he called me baby. My heart erupted into butterflies. 

"It's about the party..." I trailed off, looking into his face for a reaction. His smile slowly faded, looking back down at his plate. 

"I knew I shouldn't have left you alone at the party, i'm sorry." He said sadly, avoiding my eyes. He thought this was his fault. 

"Luke no! It's not your fault! It's my fault for trusting some stranger that was giving me a drink." I stated. His eyes found mine, still blue, but full of confusion.

"That is not your fault Carter." I sighed looking down. His chair scooted out, and his fore finger was under my chin, tilting my head up to look at his glowering frame. 

"Look, I'm never letting you out of my sight." He said. "Do you remember the party yet?" He asked, studying. I shook my head. I was happy I didn't, but I wish I could've known what happened. 

"I heard that you attacked the guy." I said, a small smile breaking out onto my lips. 

"Well, yeah. Chelsea came and told me someone slipped you something, I didn't even let her finish. I went out in the hall, to see you being dragged. You looked very drowsy and tired. I tackled the guy, and beat the crap out of him." I pushed out of my chair, connecting our lips. His hand dropped to my lower back, supporting me so I could deepen the kiss. 

He pulled away, still holding my body close to his. We gazed into each others eyes, a feeling I didn't want to break out of.  I loved his scent, and the feeling of his lean body, holding mine. His skin was pale, but warm and comforting. 

I sighed, sadly pushing myself from his arms, and started to clear the table of the breakfast items. 

It wasn't long before Lukes large soft hands took my arm and led me into the living room. He sat down on the couch, pulling me on top of him. I let my body fall on him. Breathing in his sweet scent. I loved him so much, all I wanted was to stay here forever with him. He was my happy place, we were quiet for what seemed like forever, our breathing and the sound of heartbeat was the only sound filling the large, empty living room. 

"Carter, when can I meet your mom?" He asked, out of nowhere. I lifted my head up off of his chest and looked at him confused. 

"Well, she doesn't came back for three weeks, but after that you can meet her. She's not home much so it will be challenging." I said, smiling at him. As if it was fate, my phone began to ring on the coffee table next to us. I groaned, leaning over to grasp it. To much surprise, it was my mother calling.

"Hello?" I said, she never really called, even when she was on long business trips, this was unusual.

"Carter baby, are you okay?" My mothers voice was strangely riddled with fear as she spoke, she spoke softly, and she sounded tired and panicked. 

"Yes, why?" I said, sitting up a little more. I had pushed myself off Luke, and he repeated my actions, sitting up next to me, and fixing his hat.

"Carter, I don't want you to freak out, okay? I am certain that you are safe there, he doesn't know we moved yet." The way my mother said 'he' made my heart rate pick up, I was hoping, praying, she would not say my father.

"Phil called, and said he wanted to see you." And with those words, my heart dropped. Phil was my fathers name, a name I hated. I closed my eyes tightly, trying not to have a panic attack. Luke must've saw that something was up, as he grabbed my hand, holding it. I looked over at him to see him having a worried look plastered on his face.

"I told him he can't, and he is going to try and take it to court, he believes he can take you from me, and he is going to try and say that I am an unfit mother. But Carter, I don't want you to panic. I wanted you to know so it didn't come as a surprise if lawyers try and reach out, but do not say anything. I will take care of it. I do have to go sweetie, I'll talk to you soon, I love you." And with that, the call clicked, ending it. 

I tossed my phone back onto the coffee table, breathing out a breath I was holding in, falling back against the back rest of the couch. I ran my hands up my face and into my hair, trying to remain calm.

"What was that all about, are you okay?" Luke asked, sitting back and taking both my hands in his hands. I sighed, looking at him.

"Yeah, it's okay. I'm okay." I fell back into his chest, doing my best to hold it together, for fear of letting him in. I never told anyone about my past, I hated it more than anything.