traumatized minds, luke hemmings

makin' out.

"What?" Luke spat and widened his eyes.

Well, it's time to plan your funeral, Charls. You did well in this life.

Michael held the lighter up in the air and I grabbed it out of his hands, holding it tightly to my chest. "Don't fucking touch things that aren't yours, especially when you don't know why I have it."

"You have it because you're smoking, Charlie! It's lighter, what else could it be for!" Luke shouted.

"You have no fucking clue what it means to me!" I shouted, "It's my dad's! It's one of the only things he's ever given me."

"I doubt it's the only thing he's ever given you, Charlie." Ashton stated.

"Why don't you go a goddamn year in my shoes, Ashton?" I yelled at him.

"Just give me the damn lighter, Charlie," Luke demanded.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I shrieked, shoving the dark black lighter into my hoodie pocket and raising my finger to point at Luke. "You have no idea what value this holds."

"You are one son of a teenager. You smoke and shout at someone who's trying to help you?"

"You don't even know me." I laughed dryly, "You don't know who I am, why I do what I do, or why I am the way I am. You don't care enough to know."

"For god's sake, Charlie, give me the fucking lighter!"

"How many times do I have to say no?"

Soon enough, four guys surrounded me— demanding I hand over my lighter. I stood my ground that it was mine. But I soon felt my chest begin to close and my eyes begin to water.

"Charlie, we aren't going to hurt you," Michael said calmly.

"You're the one who caused this mess," I shouted at him. "You guys only care because you have to. I want to go home, take me home right now!"

"No, you have to stay here."

They were clearly frustrated, but so was I. I know that they believed by giving them my lighter, it would fix this situation but it wouldn't. It's so much deeper then a fucking lighter.

I might say I hate my dad, but I really don't.

"Charlie it's just a lighter, why won't you give it here?"

"Because fuck you, that's why," I said.

Luke looked like he was going to explode.

"You need to listen right now, Charlie." Luke narrowed his eyes. "Your uncle was so close to dying and here you are acting like everything is based around you. You are giving him more problems to deal with. Act your fucking age, you're barely sixteen."

"Luke that was too far—"

"How in the hell could you say that?" I cried, feeling a tear fall down my cheek. "I have been through so much and you don't even know a quarter of it. My mom is dead, my dad's a deadbeat, I live with an asshole who has used drugs his entire life and now I'm being shouted at by people who grew up rich and happy. I cook, I clean, I do everything he can't."

I couldn't stop speaking and I couldn't stop crying.

"You have no fucking clue who I am, Luke. You don't care. So don't act like you do."

They silently stared at me. I took the opportunity to steal the cigarettes from Michaels hand and shoved the cigarette pack into Luke's chest, causing him to stumble back a little.