Bad Boy Hemmings ➸ Sequel

1.

Nevaeh Sky's P.O.V.

- 1 month later -

Back in Sydney, I felt alone as I gripped the plush comforter that covered my body, protecting me from the nipping cold air that's draped around every inch of the house.

Amayah's gone, off with Ashton while they're on tour, leaving me to fend for myself in this god awful house.

My bare feet touched the cold floor as I stood, my legs wobbling slightly.

The only person I could call who would at least try to understand the situation I was in, would be my Dad.

The phone rang once, twice, three times before he picked up, and when he did, he sounded sleepy.

"Hello darlin', whatcha doin'?" He yawns.

"Just laying in bed." I whisper, fingering around with the comforter.

"What's the glum mood about?" I could here stuff rustling around in the background, but chose to ignore it.

I shrugged, even though he couldn't see me. "Just Luke."

"What 'bout him hun?" His breathing was faltering.

"Are you okay?" I changed the subject, concerned about him.

"F-Fine." He stammered.

"No dad, what's going on? You can talk to me."

"Nothin' for you to worry about sweets, but I have to go, love ya." Then the line went dead.

Great, now I'm alone, again.

A few months ago, I wouldn't of cared about some boy who broke my heart, but now, it's consuming my thoughts, taking up every second of my time.

Flashback

"Luke!" I giggled, my hands fisting into his blond hair as he continuously peppered kissed along my jaw line.

"Stop." I tried to sound dominating, but failed as my voice faltered into a weak plea.

"You're so cute when you're mad." He chuckled, lifting his head and staring at me with big blue eyes. I pouted, cheesy mother fucker...

Flashback Over