Could He Be The One? ⇾l.hemmings [completed]

♪ Chapter 14 ♪

"Dad? What... I thought someone was in the house." I said setting down the pan. My dad seemed so mad at me, what was I supposed to tell him? Tell him that I was hanging around Luke Hemmings? No,I would just have to lie to him.

"Oh someone was in the house, me. Lauren where were you? Are you hurt?" His facial expression softened but was still hard.

"I'm fine dad, I was tutoring Luke. Nothing to be worried about." I went to walk off but he grabbed my hand.

"Were you two at school? Did he try to hurt you?"

"I'm fine." I hissed pulling away from him. I slid the pan back into the cupboard and walked upstairs. Not thinking I turned around to my dad saying, "Why do you care where I'm at? You're always at work anyways. Why can't you just trust me and knowing that I can take care of myself."

"Because you are my daughter, and I am your father. Do not speak to me that way am I clear?" Wow first time we've actually fought.

I huffed and walked down to him, "You can't control me no more then I can control you." Within seconds my dad took the back of his hand and slapped me. He didn't realize what he had just done until he saw me sprint up the stairs.

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I fell on my bedroom floor, clutching my razor ready to do something I know I'll regret. I raise the razor blade above my skin and scrape off skin, making blood seep through. I shut my eyes and tears fell from my eyes.

A few more cuts and my shirt was soaked with blood and tears. I looked down at my bloody rust, ashamed of myself. Not again, I thought I was done. I thought to myself.

I crawled on top of my bed and weeped until I fell asleep.

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Next day, time: 6:30

I heard the garage door shut and I opened my eyes. Blood still dripped from my wrist leaving my shirt red. I looked around and spotted my razor, No this isn't right. Why can't I just wake up with amnesia and forget about the stupid little things?

I walked to my closet and picked out a long sleeve shirt, dark blue jeans, blue flats, floral printed scarf, and a thin black jacket. I needed something to cover up my scared wrist.

I didn't eat that morning, I just walked down to school alone, thinking about what happened last night. I played with my now curly hair and twirled it around my index finger.

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"Lauren! Hey I have something for you!" I stopped in my tracks and Luke came sprinting up behind me. In his hand was my book. My mouth fell open and satires at him in amazement.

"Luke! You have my book!" I grabbed my book from his hands and placed it in my backpack.

"You're welcome smarty pants." Luke looked into my eyes, I knew what he was thinking. "What's wrong?" He asked grabbing my hand. I smiled at him and lied through my teeth, "Nothing. It's nothing, hey about last night sorry I had to leave. My uh..Dad needed me back home."

"It's fine, c'mon let's get to class." Our fingers were still intertwined and we walked silently down the hall swinging our arms back and forth.

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