End Up Here Luke Hemmings Fanfic

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I drove her home after one of our gigs in a local pub. Her mum’s been out of town again that made her go home.

As much as I want to stay with her, Elena’s been asking me a favor to do something for her that she said couldn’t wait and should be done early, early hours of tomorrow’s morning. I could just easily sleep with her here and drive tomorrow but Sarah insisted that maybe my grandmother is missing my existence in the house.

We kissed goodbye and I made sure her lights are off when I drove off to my house.

After dealing with the baking ingredients and products that Elena asked me to pick up, my fucking dad came home.

“Luke,” He said as soon as we meet gazes.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I told him, walking towards the door.

“You have to listen to me.” He argued catching my wrist. I pulled away from his touch as his eyes widen.

“I don’t have time for your shit.”

“Just…” He gulped down what’s left for his pride. “Just hear me out, son.”

I scoffed. “You’ve been screwing a woman all this time. Not to mention she’s my girlfriend’s mum. Where were you? Are you just around the corner and let us all believe in your fucking lies?”

“It’s not like that, can you listen to me first!” He raised his voice that echoed in the room and made Elena come rushing towards us.

“Andrew?” Elena asked. “What are you doing here?” At the same time Henry, Harry’s son came out of his room, his fingers wiping off some sleep in his eye.

“Nana,” The kid silently called. Elena eyed the both of us and immediately walked over Henry to put him back to his room.

“Okay look,” My dad ran his fingers through his greasy hair and sighed, pacing to his left and right avoiding my gaze. “Do you mind sitting down?”

“Yes I do, my girlfriend is waiting for me.” I snarled.

“Okay.” He gulped down the lump in his throat and calmed himself. “I and Sheryl met at work.”

I stared back at him giving my most unresponsive look that I think worked since he continued to elaborate how he and Sarah’s mum met and started going out for the last four weeks. So basically, I’ve been with Sarah for two months before them.

He even told me that he thinks he’s being serious with my girlfriend’s mum and he thinks Sarah’s mum is also into him.

“What are you telling me then?” I asked. “You know…”

“If you think that I’d ask you to leave her or I would force you to break up with her, you’re wrong, son.”

I let out a sigh of relief that I had been holding for days. But, what’s gonna happen? This all bullshit’s gonna get weird and so uncomfortable especially to Sarah.

“I and Sheryl, well, we talked about this… partially.” He exhaled.

“And?” I pried.

“And she wanted, well, we thought that a dinner for the four of us would be great.” He half smiled and half winced.

“Are you kidding me?” I scoffed and shook my head sideways. They both wanted the four of us to have dinner? What the hell are these two old love birds want? “Sarah’s going to be so uneasy.”

“Ask her, at least, son.” He pleaded his both hands resting on his waist.

“I’ll try and I’ll tell her but I’m not promising anything. Besides, I’m not done convincing myself either.”

I walked out of the door without another word. I still have to think this through. I honestly don’t know what to think or how even to process this kind of situation. I drove my way to Sarah just in time to pick her up for school.

Their front door was wide open as soon as I got a glimpse of their house. My heart started beating faster and my hands are sweating. I pressed hard on the break and pulled the hand break and ran fast into their house.

“Sarah!” I shouted and I can hear my heartbeat straight to my ear. “Come on, Sarah!”

I don’t know if this is some part of her freaking games where she always wanted to be unpredictable, playful and ease the tension that we had for the past few days. I am being anxious of how to solve things between our parents and what can happen between the two of us especially now that we are officially together. “Sarah, baby, come on! We’re going to be late.” I search for her at the three other rooms downstairs and seen nothing. I sprinted my way to the stairs taking three steps at a time when I heard a weird noise.

“Sarah?” I whispered as I gasped to catch my breath. I was responded by a moaning controlled sound like a trapped voice.

I pushed the door to her room wide open to see an unbearable sight of my baby. I immediately carried her by her hips so her small feet won’t slip the chair below her. Her hands were heartlessly tied behind her and around her waist. Her mouth was stuffed with small rags as tears stained down her red stained cheeks. She’s sweating so bad, her hair sticking to her neck down to her naked body. A rope was around her neck hanging from some sort of rod that was tied to her ceiling fan. She was stripped down to her sports bra and jogging shorts and blood was dripping from her back. She was crying and whimpering and shaking. Her eyes were bloodshot.

“Oh baby, my baby.” I repeated as I scrambled to myself to help my girl out of this cruelty. She was damn trembling. I removed the stuffed small rags from her mouth and she cried harder to my chest. We are both on the floor as if all our energy was pulled out of our bodies.

I was trembling as hell and tried to keep my focus on removing the rope from her waist and wrists. Her hands were almost white as she reached for the rope around her neck with hands. My heart is melting as she continued to cry on me and I’m fucking shaking out of my madness to who the hell could do something as bullshit as this.

“Sarah, Sarah.” I cupped her face and tried to keep her eyes on me but she was all crying and blabbering. “I need to take you to the hospital, okay baby. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

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