vogue ✧ l.hemmings

Thirteen || Dreams ♡

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Luke Hemmings.

I woke up with Anne next to me asleep on the couch. We where watching some movie that was on Netflix she wanted to watch at two in the morning. Her head was in my lap sleeping peacefully, as I combed her hair with my fingers. Her small figure shifted slightly in her sleep as I did so. A small yawn left me as I felt drained from my job of a CEO. My eyes felt tired and was close again and fall back to sleep but I needed to get up to check how everything was going. I moved Angelina's head placing it on top of a pillow before heading to my office.

Beams of sunlight escaped threw the thin fabric of the curitans when I entered the office. I sat down to face my laptop, pressing the button that turns it on, waiting for it turn on. Once it was, I looked threw my emails to see any status report. I groaned at the sight of the same problem that has been happening for the past months.

"What's wrong?"

I turned around to see a tired Angelina Woods, with her eyeliner and mascara smeared and hair everywhere making me smile at how she can still look beautiful even with messed up makeup and tangled hair. "Nothing, Just work is being a little pain in the ass." I finally answered as she sat down on my lap and kissed my cheek.

A frown was upon her lips now before she started to rub my shoulders. "Luke, you really need a break from work. You need a vacation from it." Her voice was set in a worried tone.

"I can't," I shook my head before moving her small hands away from my neck. "I have a empire that has a problem that needs to be fixed. I can't just hide from this problem. It's a big one. I could loose company my because of this. I don't want to loose all that I've worked so hard on."

She nodded softly before placing her lips against mine softly. "Then just take today please? You can work a little here if you need to but I want you to rest a little." I just nodded in response, taking her off my lap to stand up. We both walked to the bedroom and she laid on the opposite I laid on. She rolled her body to me as my head rested against the headboard. Her hand stroked my side as my eyes grew heavily.

My body slid down and I felt myself fall asleep again.

When my eyes opened again, I woke up in my bedroom when I was child. My arms pushed my body up and I found the journal in my hands and I looked at the date.

March 16, 2004

I closed the journal and heard yelling. Familiar yelling that took me back to the thought of the date. My jaw clenched slightly as I opened the door and walked down the stairs slowly, the yelling of a female and male going back and forth. Then, there I saw me. the eight year old Luke Hemmings, hiding under the small table that was in the kitchen holding onto some toy as my mum and dad where yelling about something.

"Andrew! You always do this! What about the boys and I? We need money to survive when we can't cause you are using all of it to get drunk and God knows what else you do!" Mum yelled, throwing her hands up in the air in fustraion of my dad.

My dad went over to the child me and grabbed me under the table by the collar of my shirt.

I was screaming and crying for my brothers. My dad dropped me and I fell to the ground, crawling to my mum hiding behind her afraid of my dad. "This boy doesn't know anything! He won't ever be a damn man. Look at him! He's a little cunt." My father slurred with a pushed out laugh.

"Don't you dare call your own child that!" Mum screamed. "Its all your fault because you scared the living hell out of him. He doesn't know love because of you! He can't sleep because of you! He can't -"

She was cut off when my father hit her and she screamed in pain falling to the floor. Mum broke down crying now. I ran to her and cried to trying to help her. I took off my shoe and threw it at dad but it was the worst thing I could do because he went after me and grabbed me. I tried to kick him away. My father took me to the back so I followed him with the young me in his arms.

He took out a cigarette and got a lighter, lighting it. He brought it up to his lips to take a drag, blowing the smoke in my face as I sobbed loudly, choking over the smoke that I remember filling in my lungs. The cigarette was pulled away from his lips and he pulled the blue striped shirt I wore up and placed the burning cancer stick onto my back making me scream louder.

I felt my jaw clench and I ran toward my dad and tried to hit him but I couldn't. I yelled in fustation.

"You're a fucking pathetic little boy. This will teach you how to be a man." My father said as I cried over his voice and tried to move away from the burning, painful, burning nicotine drug that was wrapped in paper.

"S-Stop!" The eight-year old me cried. "Stop please! D-daddy!"

My father ignored my begging and just continued to place the cigarette on different places of my back, making my pale skin burn away and bleed. Fifth-teen minuets pasted and dad pushed me to the ground and threw the cigarette away and walked inside to probably get even more drunk than he was. But that when I remembered, today was the day he left and I've never saw him again.

I watched me on the ground wiping away my tears and I took my shirt off because of the pain that stung my skin. I remember my body feeling weak that day but I stood up and walked inside. That was the day I told myself not to be scared anymore. I needed to work hard to get what I wanted. I helped my mum and my brothers and did as much as I ever could to get money for food and to pay off bills.

That was the day I became the person I am today.

My eyes opened wide, my heart pounded against my chest and I felt sweat cover my body from head to toe. I brought my hands up to my face, covering them and telling myself that it was just a dream.

Angelina was out of bed and I got out on a search for her. But it ended soon enough to find her curled up on the couch eating chips as her eyes where stuck on the tv. I cleared my throat to cut her glaze off it and onto me.

"Oh my God Luke your all sweaty." She said running over to me and wiped some of the sweat off my face. "What happened?"

"I don't know. I guess I just had a bad dream." I shrugged her off and went to the sink, turning it on and splashed some water on my face to cool me down. Anne watched me in concern but nodded, knowing I wasn't the type to take someones pity.

The beautiful girl walked over and once I dried my face she wrapped her arms around me, the side of her face, rested onto my chest as she hugged me. I hugged back, placing a kiss on the top of her head, breathing deeply as I felt myself calm down with her next to me. I'm glad I have a girl like Angelina in my life.

Because I sure needed one in my past.

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so heres a chap on luke's child hood i wanted to cry v v v v bad lol

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