|Chapter 6|

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chapter 6
Tori's POV:

it's officially been a month since me and Hemmo have been together. already almost Christmas, the boy that I call my boyfriend has been writing me love notes everyday. yeah yeah, a dreamy lover boy, but no, I mean it's nice in all, but I'm not that type of person to like that.

as of now, I'm in my car heading to the tree store to get a live tree.
As Santa Tell Me by Ariana Grande ends, Amnesia comes on. everyone knows who that's from, the one and only, 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER!!!!

the beat starts playing, and I start belting out the lyrics. while receiving some awkward looks from drivers next to me...

I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted
I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted
And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine

Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you?
When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you?

Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

'Cause I'm not fine at all

I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single wish we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape

'Cause I'm not fine at all

The pictures that you sent me they're still living in my phone
I'll admit I like to see them, I'll admit I feel alone
And all my friends keep asking why I'm not around

It hurts to know you're happy, yeah, it hurts that you've moved on
It's hard to hear your name when I haven't seen you in so long

It's like we never happened, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

'Cause I'm not fine at all

"I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single wish we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape

If today I woke up with you right beside me
Like all of this was just some twisted dream
I'd hold you closer than I ever did before
And you'd never slip away
And you'd never hear me say

I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember the make-up running down your face
And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single wish we ever made
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia
And forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you
And the memories I never can escape

'Cause I'm not fine at all
No, I'm really not fine at all
Tell me this is just a dream
'Cause I'm really not fine at all"

the place were they sell trees is not that far away from my house, so I arrive fast. I swiftly get out of my car and head into the shop.

"good evening ma'am, can I help you find anything?" a employee asks me

"no thanks, I'm just looking for a tree." I reply

"oh well, the trees are back around there." he informs me

"oh ok thanks." I say walking away

I pick out a tree and head home, tying it on the roof of my used Toyota.

I get home lie in my bed, before putting up the tree. fatigue washes over me like a wave, so I don't hesitate to lose to the battle and drift into a deep sleep.

***

The beginning of Long Way Home plays, signaling someone is calling me. who in the name of God would call me at 3 in the morning. I pick up the phone with out looking at the caller I.D.

"Hello?" I croaked out.

"hey, I'm outside your door, let me in!" he demanded through the phone.

I get up and shivers crawl through my body, due to the could floor. I walk down stairs and swing open the door. I couldn't believe my eyes. bruises covered his face, and he had a bleeding lip, right where is lip ring is.

"Luke what the hell happened!?"

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