Grey //CAKE//

Chapter 21

Luke

I had finally gotten home, neglecting to notice the car belonging to my step dad being here. It was late and I was not ready for what was to come .

Right away when I walked in I noticed the countless bottles of beer around, there was a bunch of noise coming from the kitchen and my mom was passed out on the couch.

I Peeked through the opening in the kitchen to see what was going on, he was rummaging through the cabinets looking for what I assume to be some type of alcohol.

He pulled out a huge bottle of vodka and I swallowed, suddenly feeling nervous.

"Luke" he said, "get out of the corner and come have a shot with me." My heart began beating even faster than before and unwillingly I stepped out and walked over to him.

He slid a shot glass to me , filling it all the way up. "Drink." I did as he said, gagging slightly, i never liked straight alcohol.

"So Luke" he drank straight from the bottle and looked back at me with red eyes, "where have you been?"

"Out" I replied coldly and he raised his eyebrows.

"Oh really? With who? That little Asian boyfriend?" He questioned drinking some more.

"You don't know him." I said shaking my head, massively annoyed that he felt the need to bring calum into this.

"Oh I think I do, I followed you guys around. That kid has a nice house" my eyes widened and I pushed him back.

"Don't even think about coming near him!" I growled, feeling anger engulf me .

He pushed me off only making hit the wall, his hand wrapped around my neck and I gasped, "don't you ever fucking touch me again, Kid! Learn your fucking place" he threw me down and I panted, searching for air.
"You've been acting real shit lately, I've decided since your pig of a mother won't take care of that I'll put matters into my own hands. You're grounded, and you will not leave this house for any reason." My eyebrows furrowed .. is he seriously fucking grounding me ??

I looked down at my phone shaking my head, "sure whatever" but before I knew it he grabbed it throwing it onto the floor, shattering it into pieces, stomping on it to finish the job. My mouth was hung open completely pissed and shocked "what the fuck?!" I yelled

"You don't get to treat me like scum!" He slurred taking another swig out of his obnoxious bottle of vodka.

I was so furious so I pushed the bottle out of his hand making it crash onto the floor. He looked at me with dark eyes and slammed his fist into my cheek making me fall to the ground.

From the floor I kicked him in the groin and jumped up, kicking him again in the stomach. I spit on him and walked away, in attempt to find a phone .

The most I could find was some shitty Motorola in a cabinet hidden in the laundry room. I also found a home phone ? Which i did even know we had. None the less I took it to my room, stashing it in the closet.

I hopped down stairs one more time to find pair of car keys. There was no way I was staying here .

I found a spare that belonged to my mom, her car was untouched so it was totally fine to take without a notice . I stuffed them in my pocket , and walked back to the staircase. But before I could get up I was dragged back onto the floor.

"You fucking piece of shit" he spat, kicking my shoulder. He pulled me up punching me again and again. I felt my vision begin to blur and the world start to spin. He kneed me in my stomach and I cried out, coughing from the air being knocked out of me. He continued punching and kicking me all until I was unconscious.

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I was suddenly awakened by my clock beeping. I moved to turn it off but my body ached in pain. I whimpered and turned it off anyways. My head was pounding and one eye could barely open.

I slowly got off of my bed and walked to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, moving around the stupid sticky notes to see what I looked like.

I looked horrendous, swollen eye, swollen lip, bruised arms, I lifted my shirt exposing a horrific giant bruise on my ripcage. Just looking at it made me feel nauseous. I undressed and walked away and into the shower. Everything in my body hurt, the shower only made it feel worse , blood slipped from my body into the drain . I brought my hand to my mouth, trying to avoid puking. I didn't understand why I had such a weak stomach so suddenly but I did.

I walked out of the shower and dressed into new fresh clothing and took a deep breath.
All I needed was to get out of this house and see calum , ask to stay at his house for a few days .

I grabbed a bag stuffing clothes and my toiletries in it .

I walked to the door, not caring that my hair was an absolute mess.

I turned the knob pulling the door but it wouldn't budge.. I pulled harder trying to open it but it just wouldn't . I began freaking out not understanding what was going on .. did he freaking glue my door shut??

I discarded it and moved to my window. I lifted it up but just like the door it didn't budge. I never locked my window so this made no sense.
I moved the lock and attempted to open it again but it was stuck. I lifted the blinds to see what was going on. But there it was , two screws on each side.
He freaking screwed my window shut..

I groaned and pulled the car keys out of my pocket and went at it trying to unscrew it .
I managed to get one out, now moving to the other on the other side. Just like the first one it came out no problem.

I could feel my mouth watering at the thought of freedom

"Cmon" I whispered, working at the 3rd one. This one just wouldn't let go. I threw the keys down letting a breath of air out from pushing so hard and punched the window ceil. "Fuck!" I moved away rubbing at my hair.
I lifted the window up once more, exposing a bit of the outside . I tried to fit myself through it but that was the stupidest plan yet, no way would I fit through that...

I went back to the closet to get the phones that I had taken before . The home phone needed to be plugged in so I searched around my room for something that resembled the plug.
I watched the phone light up, giving me hope. I pounded Calum's number in it but it just gave me the busy ring. I looked back at the phone seeing that it had no signal. I threw it down and grabbed the Motorola .

But of course it had no battery, and I'm almost certain no one in this decade has this charger anymore .

I began breathing heavy and pulled my knees to my chest ..

I was stuck here . And I had no idea when I would get out..

A/n

V sorry for being gone so long ! I really lost motivation for this book, but it's suddenly all come back .. ps if you like Zayn Malik, I've just started working on a book. I update regularly and I think it's pretty alright. Anyways expect more updates (: