Amnesia (Luke Hemmings fan-fic)

Chapter 34

A/N

This is just really going to be a flashback to the years after her dad died and before Emile left her. It might change POV a few times, sorry if that confuses  any of my readers. By the way, thanks for reading my story. (: xx
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Grace's POV
- 14th birthday-

I wake up to screaming, what a fantastic way to start my birthday. Sitting up I decide to wear skinny jeans, a black tank top, and a maroon jacket. I brush through my hair and throw it up into a messy bun.

I walk downstairs and my mom is gone, but Emile is sitting on the couch. When I reach the last step she notices I'm awake.

"Good morning! Happy Birthday!" she stands up and hugs me.

"Thanks, what was the yelling about?" I ask curiously.

"Mom was just being the normal rude mother, she was saying some hurtful stuff about you... I wasn't having you, after all, you are my baby sister." She says sitting down.

I take a seat next to her and lean into her side.

"What are you doing for your birthday?"
"You're kidding, right? I have no friends, well at least one's I would want to spend my birthday with. You have to remember, I'm awkward and smart, no one likes me. Not even mom." I say standing up to get a drink.

"That's not true, mom is just a self absorbed, egotistical, selfish devil."

"Haha, yeah. Like all the people at school?"

"Well, we could do something." she suggests trying to cheer me up.
I just shake my head no and pour myself a glass of juice. Drinks aren't allowed in the living room, but oh well. I just have to be careful, it's bright red and our floors are white.

As soon as I walk into the living room, I trip. Fudge. The class falls to the white carpet, that now has a red stain on it. Then my mom walks through the door.

"What the fuck?!" she screams walking over to the red spot.
"This is why drinks aren't allowed in here, because you're so freaking clumsy that you can't even walk without tripping over your own freaking feet!"
she screams.

I stand up and run out of the house, after I grab some shoes. I don't even put them on, I just run. My phone buzzes in my pocket, it's Emile.

Ignoring it, I text Deen, he's a friend of mine that is 18. He's a stoner,  that's how I know him.

To: Butt Head
Hey, can I come over? My mom is being a bitch and I need a little relief.

From: Butt Head
Yeah, sure.

With that I walk a few blocks away from where I am already. Finally, I reach his apartment. There is always a key under the mat, so I grab it and unlock it.

"Hey!" Deen says, obviously high off his tail
"Hey, I need a joint." I say sitting down.
He hands me one and I light it. This has helped when I need relief. I take a drag and let the smoke intoxicate me. After a few hits I'm already high. A little body means less weed needed to be used.

"Do you have any beer?" I ask taking off my jacket.
"Yeah, by the way. Brandon and his little group are coming over tonight." He says all too fast.

I just nod and grab a beer, secretly I am really happy. Brandon is 15 and his little group consist of a whole bunch a 14-15 year olds. One of them I have my eye on, his name is Shawn.
*one hour later*
Three beers and two joints later, Brandon and his group show up.
They all begin to drink and we decide to play a game of truth or dare.

"Grace, truth or dare?" Brandon asks.

"Dare." I say taking a swig of my beer.

"I dare you to give Shawn a lap dance." he says as a few chuckles are heard from the group.

I nod and then begin to give him a lap dance. Being a dancer helps, because I'm able to move my body well. Grinding my ass on Shawn's lap I realize he's gitting hard. After that I begin to stand up, but he pulls me down onto his lap. I don't argue with it, but I tease him a wiggle my butt around to arouse him.

"Don't do that." he whispers harshly in my ear.
"Or what?" I ask doing it again.
"I'll have to take you into the bathroom and take you." he says kissing lightly behind my ear.
I do it again, and figured out he wasn't playing. I didn't loose my virginity that night, I refused to have sex with him. He then hit me and called me a "freaking slut who always teases but never gives in."

He left me in the bathroom, I begin to cry. Bringing my knees up to my chest I notice a razor. I stand up and grab it. Looking at it and then I bring it to my wrist and slash.
Once
Twice
Three times
Four times
Five times
Then I drop the razor and drop my body to the floor.

Deen comes rushing in the bathroom and notices me. I guess he heard me fall.

"Grace! Are you okay?!" he asks.
I just shake my head no.
"Call Emile and have her pick me up. Please." I say and hand him my phone.
*ten minutes later*
I have bandages on my wrist and I'm in Emile's car.

"Grace, are you feeling okay?" she asks quietly.
"Yeah, don't worry Em." I say putting my head phones in and playing 5sos.

When we get to the house I just run to my room and lay on my bed. Almost instantly I fall asleep.

-Two years since Dad died-
"Mom, time to go to dad's grave." I say as I stand next to Emile.
"I'm not going." she says and closes her "Guess it's just us going then." Emile says and walks down the stairs. I follow closely behind her.

We get in the car and begin to head to the cemetery.

"Grace. I need to tell you something." she says turning down the radio.

"After you turn 16 I'm leaving. I'm moving away and not coming back.." She says keeping her eyes on the road.
"What?! Why are you leaving me?" I say freaking out.
"Grace, I have to get out, or I'll never get out." she says.
I just stay silent as I begin to cry.

"Please don't cry, I love you but I can't help you, and I can't stand mom anymore." she sags trying to fix what she said.

Sitting in silence would be better than talking, for me.

"What do you mean 'help me'?" I ask offended and confused.
"Don't play that, you are the only one who got really bad after dad died. You get drunk and high all the time, look at your wrist. Grace, dad is gone. You need to face that and try to get over it."

"I can't! Dad was the only person who understood me! God Emile! Not just that, but he actually cared for me! He was the only man, and I mean the only man that actually cared for you! He adopted you for crying out loud! How are you so okay, cause I'm not okay at all?"
I yell, but lower my voice to a whisper with the last sentence.

The tears are now streaming down my face and there is nothing I can do to stop them.

"I don't know honestly... I didn't know you felt that way either, and I know dad was the only man that ever cared for me or loved me. But he's gone, and there is nothing you or I can do to change that. I'm sorry Grace." she says quietly as we get to the cemetery.

As soon as she stops the car I get out and run to where my dad is buried. When I get there I fall to my knees and begin to sob.

"I'm sorry for what I've done, I'm not the same girl anymore.. I miss you daddy." I cry out.

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That is it for this chapter, if you have any questions on what happened after Emile left just message me or comment!
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