traumatized minds, luke hemmings

she was murdered.

before we begin, happy holidays !! to everyone who celebrates christmas, i hope you had a wonderful holiday! to everyone who celebrates hanukah, i hope your hanukah was wonderful! and to everyone who celebrates kwanza, i hope you have a lovely kwanza!! and to any other holiday, i hope you had a wonderful holidays. i love you!! (what did u guys get ?)

[ Charlie Abbot,
September 3rd ; 5:36 PM. ]

"I'm not answering your stupid questions." I firmly scoffed.

"Charlie, I'm only trying to—"

"Help? I bet." I rolled my eyes and laughed dryly, "Oh my, the good-looking doctor helps a poor, innocent, helpless teenager, he's the best! I can't wait to meet him, oh my gosh!" I say in a high voice, making his face twist into confusion. "Not gonna happen."

"What are you even saying—"

"I want you out of my life for good, okay? My life is fine, I'm fine. You've seriously got nothing to worry about." I interrupted.

"Charlie." Luke firmly said, catching me off my guard. "I'm trying to help you because I care for you. Please just accept my help." he slowly explains, "Now, if you'll listen finally, I wanted to start off by going to speak to your uncle. Please just trust me on this."

I spin my head to look at him, irritated by this stupid blonde doctor trying to control my actions. I alarmed the three other doctors in the room at the sudden movement. "Fucking fine, Jesus! I'll do what you want, my god." I say, rolling my eyes.

Luke, being satisfied, immediately got up and led me to my uncle's room.

If only he'd known what I'd been through. If only he knew why I didn't want to do anything with my uncle.

Luke stopped before he entered the room and stepped aside. I sighed deeply, knowing I was going in there alone.

"Vincent," I cleared my throat when I entered the room— seeing my uncle look at me and furrow his eyebrows.

"Charlie," He grumbles, turning off his TV and turning toward me. Oh, how I wish I could punch him in the face. "I want you to apologize to me."

"I'm sorry, you want me to apologize to you!?" I laugh dryly, "You're un-fucking-believable."

"You heard me," he scoffed, "You made a bad decision, and I want you to own up to your mistakes."

"You are fucking insane if you think the words 'I'm sorry' would genuinely ever come out of my mouth to you." I spat and spun around. I bumped into Luke who was trying to stop me from leaving.

"Charlie, please—" Luke was about to lecture me, but froze when he realized tears were beginning to fall down my face.

"Don't ever ask me to do bullshit like that again," I shouted, "because I always end up being the bad guy."

"I'm sorry, Charlie, I didn't mean too—"

"Save your apologizes. Let's just go."

"Whatever you'd like," Luke quietly said and led me back to his office. When we entered the room, we were alone.

"What's wrong?" he broke the silence.

My bottom lip quivers. "None of your business," I snapped, my voice cracking as well. Luke frowns.

"Charlie," he paused to sit down on his futon couch. "I know you don't like me very much, and I know you're a tough girl, but no matter what, I am going to what's bothering you."

"It's just always my fault," My voice cracks again. "In every situation we've been in, it's my always fault. I'm not a fucking bad guy, Luke."

He doesn't say anything. 

Instead, he hugs me and wraps his arms protectively around me. I wasn't expecting it, but it felt comforting.

I didn't cry. I didn't wiggle away. I let Luke hold me in his arms whilst I thoight about my feelings.

I hated feeling vulnerable.

"I—I'm sorry," I hushed, pulling away from Luke's embrace and wiping my nose with my sleeve. "I didn't mean to—"

"Hey, don't ever apologize for letting out your feelings, okay?" He interrupted me and put his hands on my shoulders. "How about we go to your home now?"

When we arrived at the car, I noticed that three other guys were hitting eachother in the backseat and arguing with each other.

I got into the passengers seat and Luke got into the drivers seat. The three stopped arguing.

"Charlie, you've met Michael and Calum, but that's Ashton in the middle." Luke introduced me.

"Hi, I'm Ashton." The man smiled and extended his hand for me to shake.

"Hey, it's nice to meet you. I'm Charlie," I smiled at him and shook his hand firmly.

[]

"So . . ." Luke trailed on, "What do you do for fun?"

"Eat."

"Fun, fun! Do you like music?"

"I think I'd be deemed psychopathic if I didn't." I said as if it were obvious, "Can you stop asking me stupid quesitons?"

"Just tryin' to know you, Charlie." Luke sang out.

"There's nothing to know, Luke." I said, "I'm a fifteen year old who has a mentally four year old uncle with a cute puppy."

"Nonesense!" He protested, "There's much to know about you. When's your birthday?"

I wanted to fight all of these dumb questions, but I decided not to make these guys hate me before I even stepped foot into their home. "I think February 27th."

"You think?" Luke said, confused.

"We don't celebrate birthdays often." I simply shrugged.

"What? Why?"

"Not sure." I shrugged again.

After a couple more minutes of us driving to my apartment building, we parked in the creepy parking lot in front of my door, and all got out. I walked over to the hidden front door and the four followed me.

I unlocked the door quickly and the door creaked open. I pushed it open. The guys walked in behind me and observed my home quietly. Immediately, strawberry rushed into my legs and wagged her tail as hard as possible.

"Hi my love!" I cooed, getting on my knees and letting her lick my face. "Oh hello, you cutie patootie. Did you eat? Are you hungry? Let's get you food!"

Happily, I ran into the kitchen and filled her food and water bowl up. After I was done, I walked back to the front entrance area and noticed the guys awkwardly standing there.

"You can move around." I laughed, "oh, and that's Strawberry. She's harmless, wouldn't hurt a fly. I'm gonna go pack, I'll be back in a moment."

It didn't take me long to pack a bag or two. I packed one bag for normal necessities, and then my backpack for schoolwork. I grabbed an extra hoodie as well.

When I was done with my packing, I walked to the living room where the four doctors were huddled around the family portrait.

"Who's all this?" Luke asked when he saw me staring. He pointed to a giant family portrait Vincent insisted we put up to 'show family appreciation.'

"Oh, that's my family." I told him.

He shook his head, and I raised my eyebrow. He brought his hand up, and pointed at the woman who was holding me up.

A chill went down my spine and I shivered

"Oh, um." I swallowed my nerves. "That's my mom."

"What happened to her?" He asked.

"Long story short, she was killed."