Protect me - Luke Hemmings Punk

3.2 - The plan

(Intense chapter)

Luke's P.O.V

"What the hell are we going to do?" Calum whined and walked back and forth inside our kitchen.

After we watched Ashton and Emmy leave with Brad's gang we tracked them down and ended up back in Sydney.

It was nice to be back, but we got home for the wrong reasons. All I wanted was to get Emmy back. I didn't care about the chip or if Brad ended up being free from the wanted list. I wanted my love back.

"Calum, calm the fuck down. We can't do anything right now anyways." Michael muttered and grabbed another beer from the fridge.

"Calm down? CALM THE FUCK DOWN?" Calum roared and looked offended by Michaels words. "I will not calm down! Not when I know Jennifer is in danger."

"Why do you care about her when Em is our number one priority."

"How can you say that, Michael? Jennifer is a human being too, you insensitive swine. Have you even said a word to her? She's the nicest person ever."

Michael rolled his eyes and sat down on the chair next to the table I was currently sitting on. I brought the beer bottle to my mouth and took a big gulp while listening to Calum's outburst.

"Jenn never deserved this." Cal muttered and ran his fingers through his hair a few times before sighing loudly. Mikey snorted and shook his head a few times, earning a cold glare from Calum.

I glanced between them and raised an eyebrow. Everything has happened so quickly. Jenn and Em was trapped and probably more hurt than ever, Brad got the chip and Ashton, our brother is the reason why.

Ashton betrayed us all.

That's probably the main reason why we all are down. Same reason why we suddenly argue over stupid things. I mean, we did it before too but not like this.

All of the sudden we doubt our qualities, like we give up without even trying. We've given up. Now, I realise how much Ashton pushed us.

I miss him.

"Are we just gonna ignore the fact that Ashton sold us out?" I muttered and crossed my arms over my chest.

Michael shook his head and brought the bottle to his lips.

"No."

"Then why aren't we doing anything? The old Ashton would have come up with a plan by now. Why do we just sit here, drinking beer when people that we love is hurting the most---"

"Aren't we hurting, Luke?!" Michael burst out and threw his beer bottle across the room, smashing it against the wall.

"My cousin's practically dead, my best friend lied to me and hurt me the most + everything we've ever worked for means nothing anymore."

I closed my mouth and looked down on my lap. I couldn't believe what he was saying. Was he about to give up on everything?

"Mikey. Think about Emmy."

"What about her dead ass?"

"What would she do if the situation was the other way around? If you were the one in pain and she was here, watching us drinking beer and planning your funeral when chances of you being alive existed." I spoke and glared at him.

He looked down on his beer bottle and gently placed it on the table.

"We don't know if she's dead. It's worth a try." I continued and felt a small lump in my throat.