Tutor ( l.h fanfic)

Chapter 21

Luke has been sitting on my bed for about an hour.
We haven't said a word.
My mum was actually surprised to see him.
" Em.." He started
" I'm really really sorry. I had so much in my mind, I-I thought I could drink it off. " he said looking down playing with his fingers.
I scoffed.
" Also, I kinda have to tutor you..." He said shrugging
" Your such a dick. Is that the only reason your here. Cause if it is, please leave. " I said shaking my head.
" It's not the only reason. I promise. I just had to let that out." He said with a shaky laugh.
" nice."
" But for real, am I still aloud to tutor you?" He asked looking up at me.
" I guess yeah, I need it after all..." I shrugged
" Yay!" He said cheering but immediately stopped.
This kid I swear.
" Okay, so we have a test on Tuesday. We could study for that now." He shrugged
" We do? What's it on?" I asked. I wouldn't know
" History." He answered laughing because of how little I knew about school.
I groaned. I hate history. But not as much as I hate math so...
It's okay I guess.
" Wait so are we good. Cause I missed you so much." He said pouting
" Yeah. Just please, don't drink. It's fine to go with a group of friends every so often, cause trust me, I do it too, but don't drink your problems out. "
" Wait, umm, you never- you never actually told me what happened to your dad. Like, you told me he passed away and stuff but nothing else. " he said looking down.
" I didn't?" I thought I did.
" Nope." He said popping the "p".
" Oh. Do you want me to tell you?" I asked. It's up to him.
" If- if you want yeah. " he said stuttering
" Yeah okay. I'll tell you. It's long.
So, my dad was actually a great dad. I was always a dads girl when I was little. Then one year, he started drinking. He wasn't the same. I was older though when he started drinking, I wasn't little, it was like, 2 years ago, I was like, 15 I think. And he would come home at like, 3 AM drunk. Sometimes he would like, break things. Like cups or plates. I'm an only child though. So my mom would sleep with me and when my dad came home everyday at 3 or so she would hug me and not let my dad touch me or anything. But then in the morning, he was fine. Once he got sober I mean. And we would play. And have a good time, but then at night, back to drinking. But my mum loved him, so they never divorced, Ya know? One night, just like every other night, he went to a club, except, he didn't come back. In the morning, I went to his room to say hi like I always did. He wasn't there. I woke my mum up, telling her that dad wasn't there. We waited until noon. Still nothing. We got a call from the police. The guy said exactly this, " Mrs. Miller? Yes, I'm afraid to say that your husband has been in a bad car accident. He was drunk driving. He ran right into a tree, and the car caught on fire. It was this morning at 4:30 around. Sorry it took so long to call. I'm very sorry for your loss. His body is in the central hospital. Sorry for the news." Those where his exact words. That hurt a lot for me, because even though he wasn't exactly the best dad for the last couple years, the memories of when I was little are still here. " by the time I finished I was crying and Luke was hugging me really tight saying words of comfort like, " It's ok, I'm here for you, you'll be ok".
It felt great to tell someone.
I didn't think that someone would be luke though.

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