unpredictable : mgc

Chapter 36.

*Luke's POV*

He's gonna do it. He's gonna slit my throat.

"P-Please..." I choked out. He shook his head smirking. Well this is it.

"OI!"

Suddenly, my dad went flying to the floor a few feet away from me, the knife dragged across my throat a bit, causing the skin to slit, but not enough, I was gonna be fine. I turned to see who pushed him off and saw Michael there. Calum and Ashton was behind him. Ashton came up to me and hugged me, crying into my shoulder, I wrapped my arms around him tightly, so I could get a safe feeling. Calum was red with anger and stormed over to my dad.

"You piece of shit!" He spat. He kicked him in the gut, causing my father to groan. And then he started beating him up. "You fucking asshole! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"Okay Calum, get off, you made your point." Michael dragged Calum off before he could kill him. "I'm calling the fucking police, this is sick."

Michael gave me an apologetic look before leaving to talk on the phone. Calum glared at his limp body on the floor, but then he faced me. He stared at me for a straight 10 seconds before he burst out crying too. I ushered him over and he cried into my left shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Luke." Calum whispered.

"What for?" I asked.

"For making you mad. And for making you storm off. And for not coming sooner. I'm sorry." He cried.

"Oi, don't be sorry, you did nothing wrong. It's my fault." I said. He just cried into me.

"It's no ones fault but his." Ashton said finally. "Oh fuck, Luke! You're bleeding! It's your throat!"

They both jumped away from me and panicked about my throat, I touched it, it didn't hurt. I tried calming them down. Michael came back after a while with the police.

"Are you Mr Luke Hemmings?" The officer asked.

"Yes, that's me." I said, trying to sound proper.

"We'll need to take you in for questioning. Don't worry, you're not in trouble or anything." He smiled. I nodded my head and followed him outside to his car, waving bye to the boys. I noticed two other officers take my dad into a separate car. I sat in the backseat of the police car.

"Hey, you okay kid? Don't shake. We'll make sure this never happens to you again." He reassured me.

"Um, thanks, yeah I'm fine." I said awkwardly. Stupid Luke, stupid.

Eventually we arrived at the station, not much happened. The officer, who I've learn is called officer Brian, led me down some stairs where there was some offices, he led me into one. It was pretty empty. White walls, white floors, nothing but a cream coloured table, 3 white fold-up chairs, 1 on one side and the other two on the other side, and a black machine thing on the table, which I'm guessing is a lie detector. I sat on one chair, and officer Brian sat on one of the other ones, and a woman came in and sat next to her. She looked around 25 years old.

"Okay, you are Mr. Lucas Hemmings right?" The woman said. I nodded. "My name is Miss Trina okay? Me and officer Brian will be asking you some questions about your father. Is that okay?"

"Yes, miss." I said.

"Okay, well, tell us about your dad, and what motives caused him to do this to you." She said.

I stayed silent for a minute. "If I tell you, will my mum find out or be involved?" I asked.

"Is she involved in this someway?" Brian asked. I nodded. "Well, if you prefer us not to contact your mother, we won't. But why?"