Don't Let Me Go

On My Own

After a few minutes of standing there, I remembered I was still just in Luke's shirt. I walked to my room to put on actual clothes.

"Babe, where are you going now?" Luke asks while I walk upstairs.

"Obviously I'm going to China. Where do you think I'm going?" I say sarcastically.

I walk into my room and look for clothes to wear, then Luke walks in.

"Seriously stop walking in while I'm trying to change."

"I've seen you naked already, Ami. What's the difference?" He says with a smirk.

"Whatever. Just, just put a shirt on." I say while still looking through my drawers.

"How about this one?" He says while trying to take off the shirt I was wearing.

"You're such a dork Luke." I say as I push him off of me. He smirks and looks for his other shirt he wore last night.

I find my blue skinny jeans to throw on with Luke's shirt I was already wearing.

"Luke, I'm gonna change." I tell him.

"Okay." He says while going to sit on my bed.

"That means get out Lucas." I say while pushing him out.

"It's just pants. Put them on." He smirks.

"I need to put on my bra and underwear too babe..." I say while crossing my arms.

"Great." He laughs.

"Fine. I'll change in the bathroom then." I yell as I walk out of my room. I could hear Luke still laughing in my room.

I put on all my clothes then go back to my room. I see Luke looking at my old pictures on my dresser.

"You look happy in these pictures." He says while lifting up a picture of me on Christmas when I was about 5.

"Well I was a kid. That was before reality." I say while setting the picture down.

"Do I make you happy?" He says while still looking at the pictures.

"Of course you do. You're one of the only things that make me happy anymore..."

He smiles and kisses my forehead.

"Hey what day is it?" I ask.

"Saturday. Why?"

"I'm bored that's why. Are the lads busy today?"

"I don't think so. I'll call and ask."

While Luke was calling the boys downstairs, I got a text from my mom.

From: Mom

Ami... I'm sorry to tell you this, but I can't go home. I know you've been going through a lot, but I can't take this anymore. I can't take care of you like a child anymore. I can't just take off work to babysit you or visit you in the hospital or even pay for therapy. I'm changing my number, and I bought a new house. Don't find me. You're on your own. Bye forever.x

I drop my phone and immediately start bawling. What does a 14 year old girl do on her own? How will I live? How will I pay for the house? How will I do anything anymore? My own mother is leaving me because she 'can't take it anymore.' What the fuck does that mean? She took care of me all this time and she doesn't even care about me anymore. I'm done with her. I'm completely done with her. I'm literally on the floor, in the corner, crying my eyes out.

"The lads are free tonight! What do you want to do?" Luke yells from downstairs. I'm done thinking of my mom. I'm done thinking of everything going on. It's time to do whatever the fuck I want to do now. It's time to stop being a baby. I wipe my tears, grab my phone, and get up.