Different Worlds - A Luke Brooks Fanfiction

Chater 8 - Bodies, Bats and Guns

Sorry for the wait, I was being a lazy ass and I have other excuses but you probably wouldn’t believe me so I won’t even bother.

Sorry if its shit I had writers block.

~Skylar xx

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Luke walked around the settlement anxiously, hesitant as to how the talk with Jaidon would have gone. He knew deep down it wasn’t the most ideal thing to do in the first place, but Sophia looked too determined to let it go. He smiled just thinking of her, before he heard footsteps in the distance, the familiar blonde locks coming into view before her face did, his heart dropping slightly as he saw the look on her face.

“What happened?” He asked, taking her hand in his own for comfort. “Well firstly, Abigale hates me even more, and secondly I have no idea what happened as I was forced out of the room.” Luke sighed and ran his hand through his hair. “How about I just go talk to him?” Sophia looked at him bewildered, he couldn’t be serious? “I’m sorry but that’s the worst idea we’ve conjured up all day.” Luke looked down at her puzzled. “And why is that?” She just shrugged. “Out of everyone do you really think he’ll tell you what he’s up too? I highly think not Luke, it’s a foolish idea.”

Luke shook his head, the wind suddenly picking up, causing a shiver to run down his spine. “Well it’s really the only we have left.” Luke then walked off back to the tent, opening the flap with haste as he stared down at his brother. Jaidon looked up at his brother tiredly, the humour gone from his eyes completely. “I am not in the mood Luke so if you just leave, that would be much appreciated.” Luke shook his head and sat down next to his brother, their brown eyes locking.

“Why are you here?” Jaidon shook his head, glancing down at the rough ground below him. “The last person who asked that got kissed on the neck, do you wish to be the second?” Luke let out a sound of disgust, in any other circumstances he would have beaten Jaidon to a pulp, but he needed answers. “Cut the crap, and tell me what you are up to.” Jaidon stayed quiet, his eyes flickering over to the flap of the tent, his eyes widening remarkably. “Why do you look familiar?” He asked suddenly, still staring at the flap. Luke looked behind him in confusion, to see Beau standing there, his arms crossed, a stern look on his face. “I could ask you the same question.”

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“Get out of here at once young boy, you are no use here!” Robert Hughes shouted at William, Abigale’s heart dropping slightly. He was in here to comfort her, and did a fine job of doing so. “Father-“”Abigale be quiet, this doesn’t concern you one bit.” Paige, who was sitting next to her daughter, snapped, eyeing off William sightly. William opened his mouth to speak, but the look her father gave him made him shut his mouth hastily, his eyes wide in fear. “Stay away from my daughter you dimwitted pillock!”

(A/N I searched up 1800s insults because I have no life)

William’s jaw set, his body language showing he wasn’t afraid to bite back. “Well I wouldn’t have to be here if you lousy tossers actually showed some appreciation for your daughter once in a while!” Paige gasped and stood up quickly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes narrowed, Abigale doing her best to hold in a laugh. William had been to many houses, and obviously knew how to get under peoples skins. Robert’s gaze turned icy quickly, and stood up level with William, him a couple of heads taller than the boy, but he didn’t care.