Long Way Home - Luke Hemmings Fan-Fic

Chapter 3: Not Here For Homework

        I sat in his car and looked at floor, this is awkward. We were on our way to his house and I didn't have a single clue on what to talk about. 

        "So um, do you have any brothers or sisters?" I was trying to start a conversation.

        "Two brothers, Ben and Jack. What about you?" He asked.

        I shook my head. I've always wished I had siblings but sadly I didn't. People always say I'm lucky, but in all honestly; I was lonely. I wondered how much longer till we'd get to his house, but I was brought back to my thoughts as we pulled into a driveway belonging to a huge house. My jaw dropped slightly, I wasn't used to big houses. I came from a poor family, we had what we needed to survive and that's all I wanted.

        "We're here." He said and climbed out of his red convertible. He ran over to my side and opened the door for me. I tried not to blush but I could tell that my cheeks were growing red.

        "Thanks." I said with a smile and he just winked at me. There it was, the fuck!ng wink. We walked through his front door and a butler greeted us. Luke introduced me to him and I found out the butlers name was George. Luke then took me up the stairs and into his room. He sat on his bed and I just stood there.

        "Come sit." He said and patted the bed. I sat next to him and opened my backpack. I pulled out my math notebook and textbook. 

        "So I need help with tri-" I was cut off by his laughter. I widened my eyes and wondered why he was laughing.

        "You actually thought that we were going to do homework?" He said while chuckling. Of course I thought we were going to do homework, he freaking said we were.

        "Um, well yeah. What else are we supposed to do?" I said while raising my eyebrows.

                "Makeout." He replied and had a serious look on his face. Let's just say it got very awkward from there. I put my stuff back in my bag.

        "On that note, I'm going to leave." I got up and swung the backpack over my shoulder and ran down the stairs. 

        "Bye George!" I yelled as I was about to open the front door, but then something caught my eye. A picture of a boy about our age, who looked like Luke but a little older. It looked like, my ex? And that's when it clicked. I knew Luke because I dated his older brother Jack. The same older brother that sexually and pyshically abused me for months.

        And then I ran.

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This sucks, I know. I honestly was planning on forgetting about this whole story but I realized I got 57 reads (turn up) so I just wanted to update! If you guys would comment, vote, share, and add this story to your library, it would mean a lot. I will update once this story gets 70 reads. Till then, love you lots xx

-Jasmine