Fly // 5sos au

04

My smile faded immediately, as I scowled at Luke. My glare was short lived when my father limped over to me, wrapping his arms around me. He started crying into my shoulder, wrapping his arms around me, tightly. I tried to not wince as the cuts on my back felt like they were re-opening.

“Aurora,” he weeped, shaking on top of me. I gripped his shoulder too, wiping my tears on the sleeve of his baseball tee. I didn’t notice I was crying, but I couldn’t stop. Crying was always a sin to my mom, showing uncontrollable weakness was disgusting. I also couldn't smiling though, he cares for me. He backed away and bit his lip. He looked just like Calum, but just older. My mother constantly informed me that I looked horrifyingly like him, and she even punished me for it sometimes.

“I’m so sorry,” My dad apologized, “I should have known. Its all my fault.” When he first wrote to me, he asked me how I was, and how my mother was. I was scared to death at first, that she would find out, but I needed to tell him about my lessons. It took him a year to get the legal issues taken care of before he could bring me here. I don’t blame him though, I am just happy he saved me.

“I don’t think its a good time to discuss it, Lars, you know in front of the boys.” The woman behind him smiled, nodding her head to the now silent boys. I virgiously wiped the tears off my cheek, and picked up my suitcase.

“I’ll show you to your room sweetie,” He sniffled, turning around slowly. Calum pushed through the boys, because he sat at the end, and shook his head; pursing his lips.

“I got it dad,” Calum told his dad. He picked my suitcase up and lead me through the tiny living room before he could protest. There were four doors, each barely inches apart. He opened the first left one, the door hinges creaking.

“This is the guest room, and um,” he paused to scratch his neck, “Nobody stays here so I put our instruments here, but I’ll move them into our room tomorrow.” The room is a dark red with an almost orange colored wood flooring that matches the rest of the of the house. Three guitars cases are stacked on top of the dressers, and a drum set was sitting in front of the medium sized window with no curtain. Despite the dark paint, the room was the brightest clearance I’d ever seen. A twin bed was tucked in the corner, adjacent to a small nightstand and on to of a circular carpet.

“Thank you,” I muttered, smiling and nodding. He grinned with is mouth closed, and nodded in return, leaving me alone in my new bed room. I opened my suitcase and pulled the first drawer of my armoire, when Luke came in.

“Uh, we’re getting icecream. Want to come?” He sounded annoyed, like he didn’t want me to come. I frowned at his ungenuine request, and shook my head no. He began to grin and closed the door behind him. Nobody wants you, my mother’s ghost echoed.

I heard some arguing through the thin walls, but I continued to put my few belonging into the drawers.

Calum then barged in, taking me by the arm, “We’re getting icecream.”

(Um I might double update idunno.. btw there's no writting here, like she isn't writting part of the letter here. Not everyone will so just a head up so no confusions and stuff. Please vote cuz i feel like I'm writting this for no one okay thanks

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