Purgatory (Luke Hemmings)

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We ended our group therapy early that night, mostly because I think everyone was emotionally drained just from the small handful of people who had been put on the spotlight by Flin. I was already on pens and needles since Luke was being especially quiet, not saying a word the entire time, just standing beside me, watching intently, his lips pursed, his brow furrowed. He scared me when he was quiet. I knew it was never a good sign: Either he had something on his mind that was kind of stressing him out, or worse. Like contemplating suicide.

I squeezed my eyes shut for a second then followed Mikey out the door, running my finigers through my short hair.

I took a deep breath when I heard him. I knew Luke would be even more pissed and anxious if I talked to him. I tried to pretend I didn't hear him and kept walking, but it was impossibe. "Meredith! Hey, Meredith, wait up!" Ashton called to me, jogging softly behind us, right on our tail.

I pursed my lips and stopped in my tracks, trying to focus on Ashton and not one of the most evil looks Luke had ever given me. "What do you want?" I asked a little to harshly.

He pretended not to notice, but his eyes looked a little hurt. "Umm, I..." Ashton stuttered, his confidence going down a few sizes. I felt like I didn't know how to act around him anymore. "It's just..." He cleared his throat before he continued. "Calum's parents are gonna be out of town for a couple of weeks, so he's having a party the day after tomorrow, on Saturday. I just wanted to know if umm... If you wanted to come with me?" His cheeks blushed to the color of tomatoes and he looked down at his feet. "But not like a date or anything!" He added quickly, shaking his head furiously. "Uhh, no! I mean, yeah, I would totally date you, I mean, you're beautiful, but I don't want you to think I just want to fuck you or anything, cause I don't! Oh no, that came out wrong, I mean that I wouldn't just-"

"For God's sake, Meredith, say yes so this lunatic can shut the fuck up!" Luke yelled at me, causing me to jump.

"I'll go," I muttered under my breath, finally able to stop Ashton from rambling.

"You will? Cool! Be ready by 8!" He grinned, giving me an awkward hug good-bye. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see Luke's reaction. Ashton danced away, the sass I felt forbidden to love back in his walk. I fought back a smile.

"You're both so fucking predictable," Luke muttered under his breath. I frowned.

"What do you mean-"

"Meredith, who are you talking to? Come on!" Michael shouted from the car, honking his horn. I didn't have any choice but to do as I was told.

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"Hello darlings! How was your group therapy?" Our mom asked us when we made it back home. It was late in the evening, arouund 8:30 at night, but we had dinner late because our parents had a "special announcement" to share with us and decided to do it our a melodramatic meal that took our melodramatic mother a melodramatic 3 days to make. The worst part was that Michael and I would have been happy with just McDonald's.

"Oh God, please stop acting like you care when you don't." Michael muttered under his breath. I tossed my potatoes around my plate, not hungry. Luke sat on the floor next to me, kneeling with his elbows on the table, watching every move, listening to every word, the scowl set on his face.

"Michael, don't talk to your mother like that! So ungrateful!" Our father snapped at him from across the table. Michael scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"I really wish I had a fuck to give right now." He snapped back, making our mother burst out in tears across from me.

"Shit just got real," Luke muttered. I fought the urge to hit him over the back of the head, but me slapping thin air whilst my mom was close to a mental breadown probably wouldn't have looked too good.

"Look what you did, you've gone and upset your mother! What kind of son are you? Both of you, I have never seen kids treat their parents the way you treat us both! Spoiled fucking brats." Dad yelled at both of us, slamming his fist down on the table.

"Stop it! All of you, stop it! Oh God, you all have gone and ruined the surprise now." Mom whined, waking away her tears and sniffling.

I decided to at least try to make things a little better. Of course it didn't work, but at least I tried. "What's the surprise, mom?" I asked.

It was quiet for a few moments until she forced a smile on her face, dad rubbing her back supportively. "You and Mikey are going to have a little brother or sister."

It was so quiet you could hear a cricket chirp. So fucking quiet. "Well? Aren't you two happy? This is good news! A new baby in the house! Can you just imagine?" Mom bubbled, her tears replaced with a smile.

"I fucking hate you both. So fucking much. How do you both sleep at night? How can you sleep knowing that you both failed as parents? How do you do it?" Michael asked calmly, leaning back in his chair, his long arms folded across his chest, right as our dad's fist flew across the table and hit Michael right in the cheek, the sound of the skin connecting on skin making me sick to my stomach.

"Ignorant!" Dad screamed at him while our mother burst out in sobs again.

"Ignorant? Ignorant?! How am I fucking ignorant when you're the one who pretends not to see the motherfucking scars on both of our goddamn arms? How am I ignorant when you're the one who pretended not to hear us cry ourselves to sleep for nights and nights on end, and you didn't do ONE FUCKING THING to help us. You didn't fucking care when you knew we were sneaking out at night to go snort cocaine with Luke, you didn't fucking care when you're own fucking DAUGHTER was found holding his dead fucking body, you didn't even care enough to go to his fucking funeral! You didn't care when Meredith lost her gaddamn mind and had to go too the hospital. You don't even care right now, you send us both to a fucking group therapy so someone else can deal with our fucking problems. Now who's fucking ignorant, you fucking cunt? Who is fucking ignorant?!" Michael screamed at him.

"You're mother does not need all this yelling and stress around her, she's a high risk pregnancy and you're hurting your brother or sister by doing this-" Our dad began slowly, but Michael cut him off again.

"You know what? I don't give a shit. We're fucked up because of both of you, and that child is going to turn out the same way. I only hope that the first time you walk in on it cutting themself you'll actually ask them what the fuck is wrong instead of walking out the door like you didn't see anything." Michael grabbed his car keys and walked slowly out of the house, slamming the front door shut so hard that the glass on it broke and shattered into what looked like a million pieces.

I stood up and began to walk to my room. I was almost to the stairs when, "Meredith, wait! Please wait!" I turned and saw Mom calling me from her seat.

"I don't wanna hear it right now," I shouted back to her, marching to my room with Luke right behind me.

"I'm sorry," he told me that night while I cried into his chest.

And I still wonder what he was apologizing for.

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Yo! Did I make y'all cry this chapter? Lol. So Mikey and Meredith's parents name's are Meryl and Mick, I don't wanna use Mikey's parent's real names cuase I just think that's a bit rude cause the parents are such assholes here.

Moving on, Meryl is pregnant and they are not happy lol. Mostly because they were neglected kinda by their parents and their parents care about them, but not enough, as you'll see in some flashbacks in later chapters.

Not a lot of Luke in this chapter, what is he hiding? What did he see when he went to go visit his parents that's got him so uptight? Ooooooh.

Note. Sequel to my story Fading will be called Stay! Then I'll be having up 2 more Luke fanfics, 2 Ashton fanfics, a Louis Tomlinson fanfic, an Alex Gaskarth fanfic, and a Luke/Ashton fanfic (but not any of that gay shit, like a girl has to chose between Luke and Ash lol)

Update for Sex Addict is up now! Enjoy my niggas, I love y'all! As well as a prologue to my story Lucifer and a prologue to Stay!