Chapter Twenty-Nine

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~Scarlet's POV~

I shimmied my way into the black material and slowly buckled the pink thin belt around my waist. I'm sure if it were a different occasion my relatives would compliment my choice of outfit but considering it was accustomed for my mother's funeral, I highly doubt they'll say anything.

The room is silent, making the thoughts in my head louder than I needed. I spoke to everyone for the first time since mom died that night. They about fell over dead with joy, but today I'll have to speak with Luke. I simply combed through my hair and left it as its straight self. Once I was fully ready, I walked out into the kitchen to see everyone quietly conversing amongst each other. They look happier than I would've assumed which of course, could just be a facade for my sake.

Crescent has been fidgeting ever since the night mom passed away. She went to bed physically fine but the moment I walked into her room the next morning, she wouldn't stop shaking and wouldn't stop muttering underneath her breath. Almost as if she is talking to someone.

I went over to Luke-who was talking to my dad- and he looked up at me and sent me a small, adorable smile. For the first time in the past few days, I truly smiled back at him. I've been the worst girlfriend ever to him and he honestly deserves better than whatever train wreck I am.

I stood next to him, he slid his hand around my waist as Luke continued talking to dad. Even when he is sitting on a barstool, I'm somehow managing to be shorter than him. Dad is worse off than I am and I honestly don't even know how that's possible.

He looks like a zombie. Even though he always had a stern face, it's now sunken, looking so depressed. Mom made him so happy, it's difficult knowing he will be living on his own, not being able to take care of mom. Deep-down I knew mom thought she was a burden towards my dad but it truly made him happy that she needed him in ways that most people didn't need him. And he happily obliged to anything she wanted or needed.

Dad ended the conversation and shuffled slowly away and over to Blake and Angie.

I looked at Luke and finally took in his appearance. His perfectly quiffed hair, black button-down shirt, black dress slacks and his beaten up black vans. It's the first time ever I have seen him in normal pants (even though these are still managing to be a bit tighter than normal dress pants). He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows and tucked his shirt into his pants. "You look so beautiful Scar."

His voice rang through my ears and Luke softly placed a kiss to my lips. I locked my hands around his torso, and rested my head against his as we waited for Ashton to pull the car up to the front of the house.

"I must say, you clean up very nicely." I slightly teased. He 'booped' my nose and leaned forward, leaving another kiss to my lips. "I'm so thankful for you Luke. You deserve better than what I can give you." I sighed, looking deep into his eyes. His playful expression left his face as a worrisome look replaced it.

"What are you talking about? I love you, do you not love me anymore?" He asked, our conversation starting to turn everyone's heads.

Just as I was about to explain, Ashton walked into the room telling us that we needed to leave. Crescent walked over where we were standing and grasped onto my hand. "Let's go." She softly spoke. I tightened my grip as Luke stood up along with us and walked out to the two cars.

"We need to take two cars so it'll be Angie, me, Cress, Scar, Calum and Luke in one car. The others go in the other car." Blake explained, sliding into the driver seat of the car. The air was so tense. Everyone could feel the tension rising between Luke and I, and of course the thought of saying good-bye to my mother.

There aren't enough seats so being the last one in the car, I had to sit on Luke's lap. I uncomfortably sat on his lap as he refused to hold onto me, and just blankly stared out the window. Usually whenever I'm near him, he at least puts his hand on my back or thighs or something but now, he keeps his hands fiddling with his lip ring. I didn't know where to stare.

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