Sorry Dad. (Luke Hemmings Fan Fiction)

Chapter 31

Luke's POV

"Just promise you will be back Avery." I practically beg making myself look so weak. I hate looking weak. "Please Avery come back."

"Okay, but not until later tonight." She says and just a tad bit of relief flows through me.

I watch as she walks away from my touch and out the front door. All of me right now wants to grab her and not let her go but I decide against it. I just stand there like the pathetic loser I am and just let her go.

 "What the hell are you doing out here?" I hear my mom walk out towards the kitchen as I still seem to be frozen.

"I, um.." I can't seem to have the words leave my mouth for some reason.

"I'm sorry honey, I would love to hear but I'm actually running late to work."

"Well then why the fuck would you ask?" I say under breath so she can't hear me.

"Maybe we can talk about it later though. I love you." My mom says as she pecks my cheek before exiting the door. I would do anything to have Avery's lips on me instead of my mom's right now.

I watch as she backs out of the parking space as her car makes a loud sound. It's honestly a piece of shit but she will not get rid of it because my dad loved it. Cars. Avery. Fuck, Avery doesn't have her car. She's probably walking around this town to her house. I quickly grab my car keys and rush towards my car not giving a fuck about my appearance. I pull out my phone and call her. It rings and there is no pick up. Fuck!

I decide to text her now *Avery, where are you?* It sounds so calm but that is not how I'm feeling.

I quickly reverse the car and try to look for Avery.  There is still no response to my first text so I send another one once I'm at a stop sign.

*I remembered you don't have your car!* I state the obvious then begin my search again for Avery while calling her phone again. I really don't give one fuck if I get pulled over for this. I'm leaded to her voicemail again and I start to freak out even more. I don't want Avery walking around in the state she is in and with what she is wearing.

*Baby, where the hell are you? I'm worried.* I text her for the third time and call her again. Still no fucking answer or response.

I'm now trying to remember all the routes she uses to get to her house and quickly speed up and down the streets. I call her for the fourth time while doing this and I'm sent to her voicemail again.

*Answer my fucking calls Avery.* I text and glue my eyes back to the road, trying to find her tangled hair flowing in the wind.

I call two times again and I swear I just want to choke the person who talks in that stupid monotone voice. I want to hear Avery's voice telling me that she is okay or that she actually needs me after all.

*Fine, I'm just going to look for you.* I say. I don't know why I said that when I'm already looking for her.

*But, I still want you to call me.*

*Or at least text me Ave..*

I keep calling her after I send those text messages and just pray I hear her voice pick up. Route after route, I can't find her.

 I feel my phone buzz and I look at the screen as relief takes over my body.

*I'm okay.. don't worry.* Thank fucking god. I was so desperate to see those words on my screen I would of loved to hear it instead but I guess this is a close that I'm going to get.