My Heart Will Choose (Luke Hemmings Fanfiction)

Chapter 18

Hello there guys,

felt like updating again hah :) And since I'm actually listening to music again, let's do this for old time's sake again:

Songs for this chapter are:

5SOS - Monster Among Men (btw what do you think about their new album? I feel like it is reeeeeally different but there are still some jams on there, right?)

The Fray - How To Save A Life

Wheatus - Teenage Dirtbag

Kurt Hugo Schneider (ft. Max Schneider) - Breakeven

Tom Odell - Another Love

Sleeping With Sirens - Let's Cheers To This &Don't Fall Asleep at the Helm

Tonight Alive - Lonely Girl & Amelia

After showering Rebekka and I made our way back to the bay. She seemed drowned in thoughts again and yet again I didn't know if I should ask her what's going on with her and Quincy another time.
Fingers intertwined we strolled along the shore. Rebekka was wearing a loose pale pink tanktop paired with jean shorts and thongs. I remember because she looked so beautiful whenever the warm breeze let her hair and shirt float.

By the time we reached the docks I finally found the courage to speak again: "Rebekka.."

She looked up at me with a polite smile.

"I really don't want to upset you again.. but I really wonder what connects you to Quincy, especially the Marina bay. It is really beautiful here, don't get me wrong. But when you started crying the first time I asked, I-", I stopped talking because Rebekka stopped walking abruptly and stared at the horizon again. She let go of my hand and turned away, while I let mine slowly slide to my side.
Dear God, Luke. You've done it again.
"I spent many summers here with my dad", her voice was barely a whisper. I took two steps towards her but stopped after that because Rebekka turned away again.

"He used to rent a boat right here", she continued and pointed at the docks. Most of these boats don't look like their owners would let others rent them, to be honest. "I know most of them boats don't look like rent-a-boat's but if you pay them enough, some owners are more than willing to let you have their boat for an hour or two.. Anyway,my dad used to rent a boat everytime we got here because he knew how much I love the sea and I guess it reminded him of my mom as well, I couldn't say. My mom died of breast cancer when I was about three years old. I don't really remember much about her." I gulped and Rebekka paused to take a deep breath before she continued, still speaking in a really quiet voice: "My dad was a business man. I barely ever got to spend time with him and grew up at his mother's house, my granny from whom I inherited the house.."

Wait her dad WAS a business man? She lived with her grandma? What about her mum?
I had so many questions but I didn't have the guts to ask them, yet.

"So because my dad was all around the globe all the time, he always took me to Quincy in the summer, rented a boat and took me out to the sea. One summer, he told me he had to attend a business meeting in Detroit and we had to delay our summer trip for about two days. He told me granny and I would do something fun instead and left. I didn't like our delay but time flew by so fast and I was so excited for my dad to come through the door to pick me up for Quincy that I sat infront of the door with my bags packed a whole day and night. My granny asked me a few times to come inside but she gave up eventually. She brought me a blanket and said she'd be inside if I wanted to join her again. I waited two more days a on this porch. I barely moved, I didn't eat nor drink anything. One time, when I fell asleep on my bags, my granny somehow got me inside. I remember that I was so mad at her when I woke up because I thought that because of her I just missed my dad outside. I was about to get back out on the porch again when our phone rang. I thought 'That has to be dad! Maybe he missed his flight and is on his way now!' "

I finally found the courage to take another step towards her and pulled her over to me, pulling her close to my chest. I didn't say anything but planted a kiss on her head. Rebekka took another deep breath as she finally looked me in the eye. Tears rolling down her face she continued: "But when I picked up the phone, it wasn't my dad. It was his boss asking me if granny was at home and saying it is important and telling me I shouldn't worry, everything was going to be fine and all that bullshit"

I think that was the first time I heard Rebekka curse, somehow.

"I was so angry but I still handed granny the phone. I don't remember much after that. Granny started crying and the phone slipped out of her hand. I remember how she stared at me with eyes wide open and how she tried to pull me in for a hug but I refused screaming 'No! NO!!' over and over. I don't remember her actually telling me what has happened. It's just a fact in my head now. My dad was an innocent victim of a gun fight in Detroit."

She was so tense and I could feel her anger and frustration like I was feeling it myself.

"I've never been back to Quincy again since then.. I'm so sorry, Luke", she said and looked back up at me. Her eyes were so red from crying and her hands were gripping tightly at my shirt. "It was such a dumb idea to take you here. I really don't know what I was thinking. I'm so sorry.I'm so sorry"

"Hush", I said, pulling her close to my chest again and planting yet another kiss on her head. "Don't apologize" Rebekka's breath slowly got back regular breathing. "I shouldn't have pushed you to tell me. I should be the one that's sorry and I am. Yet, I wanted to thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this story.. and for trusting me enough to take me here, to a place that obviously means a lot to you"

We just stood there for a little while, holding eachother in silence before Rebekka looked at me with a pleading expression on her face: "Would you mind renting a boat?"

Sooooo, that's it for this chapter. (I got to go that's why the ending might be a little strange lmao)

I really hope you guys liked it and enjoyed getting to know some more about Rebekka as well :)

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Love,  Anca xo