traumatized minds, luke hemmings

out, and touring schools.

( Charlie Abbot,

October 7th, 9:40 AM )

A little over a month later and I was finally adjusting to the surgeon's budget. I had a new, brand new phone, a new laptop and desktop, and an iPad.

I had tried to become ignorant of the situation last month, but wasn't fully over it.

My uncle was in jail. My biological dad was more in my life and making up for all the shit he'd done. I was more in Luke's life and slowly became comfortable toward him— but I hadn't fully started school yet.

"Alright!" Luke clapped his hands together. "You ready?"

"For what?" I asked, taking a bite out of my apple that was nearly finished.

Luke looked at me confused. "You and I are going over to your uncle's apartment today and gathering everything you want so that they can put it for rent, duh." Luke said like it was obvious. "And then, you and I are going to tour two schools in our area," He continued. "And then, I need to stop by my job today."

I whined. "That's a lot for my fragile body."

"Aw," Luke pouted sarcastically and ruffled my hair. "Go change, kiddo."

I ran upstairs after putting my apple in an airtight bag and found a new outfit. The cut I got on my stomach was healed, but Ashton determined it would leave a scar. The one on my neck and cheek were both healed, and I also had a gnarly scar— but I was doing fine.

Strawberry was now living her best life. Today, she was getting her nails clipped, a bath, everything from the vet who also had determined nothing was wrong with her a month ago. She was just a hyper puppy.

Luke had mentioned that we were going to tour schools today, so I picked a very nice outfit. Luckily, I had Luke take me shopping to get me some new clothes because my old ones were very tight.

I picked out light blue mom jeans that were just above my ankle and a black round-neck tank top and a dark green jacket over it. I put on black converse and just let my red hair, that was slowly turning light brown again, down. I put on a necklace with the letter C on it too.

I ran back downstairs and me and Luke were off.

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Luke rented a uHaul just for this run— I don't know how much furniture he expected me to have?

I unlocked the front door and pushed it open to find 3 men sitting on the couch. I screamed and threw my phone at them.

"Ouch!" Michael shouted.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

Michael rubbed his head where my phone hit him and stood up with it in his hand. "The police who are watching let us in, gosh." He mumbled, handing me my phone back. "You should play baseball."

"Why?" I set my bag down on the island.

"You have a very good arm."

I thanked him and we started exploring the apartment. The guys walked to my room with me and examined it.

My old room is very basic. I have a twin bed that has a disgusting, stained bedding topper on it with a very molded window above it. I had an orange wood bedside table that had all kinds of stuff on it with my desk at the foot of my bed. It was messy, yes, but empty.