It was so long ago now, almost a foggy memory that I had pushed out of my brain purposely for a while.
Most people had known me as 'Luke's sister' or 'the only Hemmings with brown hair', but, to him, I was much more than that.
Or so I thought.
It was ritual for Ashton and I to hang out after school, which, yes, did lead to make outs and shameless sex, but I wouldn't consider us fuck buddies.
More like, friends with a whole lot of benefits.
Being the only girl in my family, it wasn't a secret that my relationship had to be kept a secret.
Not to mention that everyone related to me thought of Ashton as the scum at the bottom of their shoe.
When I was younger, I thought I was adopted. Now, I am convinced.
Not only do my facial features resemble nothing of my so called family's, our mental states were polar opposites. They were rather carefree 'don't give two shits' people. I was the 'anxiety rules my life and brain'.
And that's how I got to where I was then.
My hands shook as I climbed the steps to my house. It was a moderate sized home considering it was now only Mum, Dad, Luke, and I by ourselves with the occasional visit from our brothers.
Not that I was complaining.
My feet grew heavier with each step I struggled to take up the front steps, knees threatening to buckle at the top.
Breathing became a difficult tasks, so I stood with my hand on my knee, trying to catch my breath.
The door in front of me, holding most of my weight, swung open with a shriek, resulting in me tumbling into my brother.
Still, I heaved in gulps of air, fluttering my eye lids open and closed. My stomach did cartwheels inside my stomach preventing my from getting much motion.
Luke shimmied out from under me swiftly, realizing my state. He shook his head slightly, swooping me up in his arms.
"They are getting worse, Hannah." He sighed as he shuffled into my room.
I was set down in my bed while he scurried to find my medication and some water.
He came back to see my eyes closed while I tried to control my body. The mattress dipped under his weight, causing me to roll towards him a little.
I graciously accepted the drugs, downing them instantly. He rubbed circles on the back of my hands slowly.
"Where were you?" He asked lowly.
I knew that Luke had began to catch on to my little white lies, but I thought I was more solid than this. "Studying." I replied shortly.
"That's bullshit and you know it." He grunted, giving me a pointed look.
I shrugged reluctantly, making sure that I didn't slip up. I kept my eyes trained on my ivory ceiling instead of him.
Luke whispered quietly, "I am scheduling a doctor's appointment, you're supposed to get better."
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so I am starting this with no plot what so ever, we will see where this goes. Thanks for reading!
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-Skylar
