Pregnant By Luke Hemmings

Chapter 33

Luke

I'm shaken awake by a loud banging at the suite door. I take a peak at the wall clock through squinted eyes. *2:30? Who the fuck would come banging on my door at 2:30? I swear, if it's a fan, I'm quitting this band.* Just as I finish the thought a man's voice slurs through the door.

"HEY! Open This Fucking Door! I Know You're In There!" He spits violently. I immediately jump up and am put on high alert when I come to the conclusion that it's far too late, and this man way too drunk to be a fan or a pissed off dad. I step lightly too the door and swing it open only to be smacked in the face by the sent of pure top shelf alcohol. When my eyes refocus they're met with a mop of untamed black curls split down the middle to revile veiny irritated eyes as blue as the ocean.

"That's Him, Bro! That's The Twat I Saw!" Another son of a bitch spits as he stumbles toward us. His eyes look exactly like the first guy's but instead of a black curly mop on his head, this one is sporting a sandy brown buzzcut and the unmistakable smell of top shelf and puke.

The first guy looks at his friend then back at me with a smirk. "Your Name-Name Lucas?" He asks and I resist the urge to scoff at my full name.

"Yeah, who the fuck's asking?"
I see his eyes flash and unholy red just before he tackles me to the floor and starts throwing punch after punch. I hold my own until the puke covers one jumps in and pulls my hands away to stop my assault and give his friend an opening. "Get The Fuck Off!" I try kicking and end up pulling my hand free. I make contact with his nose and the puke one's chin but these two are so drunk I don't think they can feel it. "Cal! Help Me!" Just in the nick of time he stumbles from his room in the middle of trying to pull on a pair of sweats and pulls the puke one off me. Body slamming him to the floor.

Just as the slam shakes the hotel room my son's cries start ringing in my ears. As soon as the sound processes in his mind he gets off me and makes a beeline for the back room.

"Fuck! He's gonna hurt Emily and..." Before I can finish my sentence he screams out in victory, "I KNEW IT!" By now Michael and Ashton are here trying to hold down the puke guy. Calum and I don't make it to the first guy in time and he bursts through my bedroom door and freezes at the doorway.

"Richard!?" She screams and my blood boils over. That's the fucker who put her in the hospital?!
Just as he lunges for her my arms are around his neck and I'm pulling him to the floor. His head slams against the carpeting hard enough to knock him out and the room falls quiet. The only other sound filling up the area beside everyone's heavy breathing was Cass's heavy sobs and sniffles into his mother's chest. This fucker better have a good explanation for this shit.