The Broken Ones (Cake FanFiction)

Chapter 14

Oh shit. I'm updating.

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•Luke's POV•

I hold onto the boy that had his arms around me. I don't think I've ever felt so hopeless in my life!

This whole time, I was just going to ignore the fact that I was broken, but now, Calum is here.

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Step. Step. Step. Closer and closer. I hear the steps of my once again drunk dad. I feel myself cower away from my bedroom door, afraid of a beating. But the doorstep continue, going past the entrance of my room.

I sigh in relief but then get a strange feeling, worry.

I get up from my bed with much hesitation. I tip-toe out of my room.

I crack open my door, fearing for my life. Well, what I have.

BANG

A gun shot sounds throughout the house and a feminine screech follows after.

My heart drops. My mother.

My legs go weak, my heat stops beating. But I get up and spirit to my parents room.

Blood.

Everywhere.

My dad, hovering over my mum's limp body, gun in hand.

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"MUM!" I scream.

I feel a tear fall onto my arm and I almost instantly brush the tears off my cheek.

I need someone. I need Calum.

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I get up from the bed and walk slowly to the door, suddenly feeling as if my dream is real. I whimper to myself.

I open the door to my room and walk out, look around.

I search around the house for the raven haired boy. The kitchen, nope. Living room, nope. Even his room, nope.

I sigh, almost giving up.

I turn to go back to my room and just forget, but I see a dark silhouette standing out on the porch. Finally.

I walk toward the porch door and open it quietly.

"Hi." I say I'm a whisper.

Calum turns around with a cigarette in his hand, inhaling more of the smoke.

"What are you doing up? I thought you were sleeping." He asks looking at me.

"I-I..." I debate on weather or not I should tell him the real reason I'm not sleeping. I go with not telling. "I couldn't sleep." I finally get out with a sigh.

I don't need him thinking I'm a wimp that can't handle nightmares, especially when they happen almost every night.

"Mmhh.." he hums, as if he doesn't believe me. That's when I need to return the question to change the subject.

"Wh-why aren't you sleeping?"

"Huh? Same reason really. I don't necessarily sleep well. So here I am." He brings the cigarette to his lips and once again, inhales.