Miles Away

I'm Really Not Looking for Another Mistake

I’m Really Not Looking for Another Mistake

Okay, so this is not a 5SOS Fanfic, but the guy is named Luke and he does certainly look like Luke Hemmings, but only in looks! Just in case you get confused, this is NOT a fan fiction. Even though I do like 5SOS. But I mean if your heart desires, you can think it’s a fanfic. Thanks, enjoy!

 

           

When I was ten, I remember my father sat me down on our old leather couch, which had been in my family for generations. He took my hand and told me what my name meant to him, he had named me after my great grandmother who raised him. He started to cry, and begin to whisper my name and, ‘I’m sorry’ over and over. I started to cry with him because I knew what this meant. My mother was gone.

It was pretty depressing for a couple of years, my father cried every day, he began to stay in his room and make these crazy inventions. I would have to be the father, mother, and child in my family, seeing as there was no money for us to hire anyone to take care of us. Then I was rewarded to go and live with my aunt until my father was okay enough to raise me, their words not mine. I mean living with Aunt Iris was the best years of my life, I wish I could’ve lived with her till I graduated. Sadly, the Department of Children and Families doesn’t think that would be wise seeing that my father is sufficient enough to raise me for two years.

So, this is me now, sixteen, and holding a box of things with my suitcase beside me loading all of it into my car. It helps that he is only three miles away, but still my life lives in the four bedroom cottage on Blue Street. It only makes things worse when my Aunt comes out crying and hugging me, so I can’t breathe.

“Sweetie, I’m going to miss you! You have to come back on weekends, no doubt!” She sobs, probably getting snot on my shoulder.

“I’m only three miles away, it’s going to be okay, but I will miss you so much.” This is the hardest part is saying goodbye, and I’ve never been good with goodbyes. I hug her and continue saying goodbye to my uncle, my two cousins are in Sunday school, and so I won’t be able to see them. Goodbye are the hardest thing to do and say. I mean you never know when you literally are saying goodbye and you will never see that person again. I start to open my car door and get in when I hear someone shout my name.