•Fuckboy~Hood•{5SOS}

|side| •Lana&Luke Backstory•

Lana's P.O.V
I was only twelve, plus Luke was more mature than me, he knew himself better than anyone, I was clueless to his situation.

We were best friends. We'd do everything together.

Then the accident happened, his mum and dad were killed in an armed robbery. I knew that much.

He was upset, but he was still my Luke. he hadn't changed.

A few weeks later I heard my mum and dad talking.

Long story short I overheard my mum tell my dad that Luke was forced buy the robbers to either take his own life or kill both of his parents. The bastards handed him a gun and told him he had 30 seconds.

According to the police, Luke informed them that his Mother and Father had nodded and smiled at him, looking at him through cloudy eyes. He knew he they wanted to sacrifice themselves for him. He didn't want to do it, but he did.

He was taken in by his godmother, Sarah.

One day at school I figured since we were close friends I could confront him about it. I was wrong.

I confronted him and he didn't understand. He didn't want anyone to know because he hated himself for doing what he did.

He straight up blanked be for 6 months and I was getting sick.

He'd tell people we weren't talking anymore because I was bullying him. He'd taken it too far to protect himself and I needed to make new friends, but everyone hated me because of the lies Luke was spreading.

I sat with a group of girls for lunch and told them the real reason why we weren't talking anymore. They told everyone and he hated/still hates me for it.

Fair enough What I did was really wrong, but he's grown to stubborn to accept that what he did was also wrong, and it's in the past now, we're 16 and should have moved on by now.
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Luke's P.O.V
That bitch told the entire school that I killed my parents to save my own, wasted life, just because I wasn't paying attention to her.

I wanted to keep it a secret because I didn't want people to know what I did. I'm a monster, I took two lives, to save my own shitty life.

I fucked up a little by making up the lies but I didn't want people knowing.

Now people think im broken, they want to turn me into their charity case and help me.

I do not need anyone's help

I've changed since the event. It's taken a toll on my soul I guess. I used to be sweet and innocent. Now I abuse an incredibly weak, apologetic girl with whom I used to be incredibly close with.

She made everyone either want to avoid me or help me. So now I've made it my business to ensure that if I can't have a real friend, she can't.

She doesn't get to get out of fucking up my life after I killed my parents, she needs to suffer.

Just like my parents had to...just like I have to.
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