Clearer

Chapter 2

Chris slammed the door and vanished into the church, leaving me and my mom sat in the car.

"He's just confused, Maddy. He didn't mean it." My mom said to me.

"Well it sure sounded like he did. He says that to me everytime I do something that he doesn't like. I already lost one of my brothers, I can't lose the other." I started crying.

My mom reached over the center console and hugged me. I sobbed into her shoulder. We sat there for 5 minutes. Finally, she let me go and started to get out of the car.

"You coming?" She asked sympathetically.

"I'll be in in a minute." I said searching threw my car cabinets to find my hidden box of cigarettes. When I finally found them, I pulled out the box of tissues on top of them so my mom wouldn't know I was smoking. When I looked up, she was opening the doors to enter the church.

I got out of my car with my cigarettes. I went to the side of the church, put the cigarette between my teeth, lit it, and inhaled the smoke. I haven't had a cigarette in a couple days and I felt like a new person. I leaned my head against the wall of the church to finish it off. When it was almost gone, I opened my eyes to see a man starring at me, also with a cigarette between his lips. He started walking towards me, slowly.

When he got closer, I got a better view of him. He was really tall. I would guess he's about 6'4. He looked about 18. He had bright blue eyes. Dark brown hair. These perfect lips that looked so kissable. He has his lip and ears pierced. He also had a tattoo. I could see a little bit of it showing on his neck. It was a rose. I wonder what it fully looked like and how far down it went.... STOP IT MADDY. But damn, that cigarette just made him hotter. The way he would slowly inhale the smoke, slowly exhale it, and repeat the process.

The next thing I knew, he was a couple feet away from me.

"You the sister?" The mysterious man asked.

"Uh yeah. I- I am." I responded, shocked by how he automatically knew who I was. "How did you know? I've never seen you before."

"I can see the resemblance." He said as he puffed smoke out of his mouth facing away from me. "Anyways, I wanted to say I'm sorry for your lose. I know how close you two were.... well actually I don't. But aren't brothers and sisters usually close?" I realized he had a little bit of an Australian accent.

"Um thanks I guess." Damnit my cigarette was out. This is getting awkward. "Anyway, who are you?"

"I'm Luke. Luke Hemmings. So, darling, what is your name?"

"I'm Maddy. Maddy Myers. How did you know my brother? You don't sound like your from America."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Maddy. And no, I'm not from America. I'm from Australia. And I don't know your brother."

"So you just show up at random people's funerals?" I asked surprised.

"No I'm not that sick, Jesus." He responded quickly. "I knew the driver that hit him. It was my dad."

"Oh. Well in that case, you can fuck off. My brother is dead thanks to your father." I was starting to get mad now. "He should be in jail, you know."

"No, he shouldn't. It was your brothers fault. He ran a red light. He should've really watched the road." Man do I want to slap this dude.

"Yeah, right. My brother's not that stupid."

"Well, obviously he is. Or was, cause you know, he's dead." He chuckled.

I gasped and slapped him across the face. God what a dick. I went to my car and pulled out my perfume to cover up the smoke scent. I started walking into the church and heard foot steps behind me. I already knew who it was, so there was no need to turn around.

"Hey sweet pop, wait up."

"God, do you want to get slapped again?" I asked turning around to see a little smirk on Lukes face.

"No. I want to apologize. I didn't mean what I said earlier."

"Then why did you say it?"

"I don't know. Stuff just comes out of my mouth before I can think about it." He actually sounded sorry. It was kind of nice.

"What did you do to your hands?" He asked as I started picking at the scabs on my hands.

"Oh, um. I tried to get him out." I replied, blushing.

"Well, don't pick at them. They make ugly scars you know..." Damn he's cute.

We just stood there after that. Staring at each other. I got to examine more of his features up close. It looks like he dyed his hair darker. His eyes are a fucking majestic blue. Although, his eyebrows could use a little bit of plucking. His nose is cute, kind of boopable. His teeth were perfectly straight. He had a perfect face structure. Oddly enough, he didn't scare me as other men do. He seemed sweet. Even though his father killed my brother, I felt like I had a connection with this Luke Hemmings. The piercings fit his face perfectly... like he was meant to have them. Like he was bor-

"MADISON JO MYERS." I was interrupted by my mother's voice and her gesturing me to come inside.

I did what I was told. Her arms were folded tightly across her chest and her stern look on her face. I walked past her mumbling sorry a billion times and went into the church. When I turned around to see if Luke was coming, he had another cigarette in between his lips.

"I don't want you hanging out with that boy, Madison." My mom said to me while she guided me towards the coffin my brothers body lay in.

A.N: I know Lukes hair is not brown. It is in the picture though and honestly I think it suits him very well. So, do you guys like it so far? I'm listening to sad songs to try to get the story line in my head ;) but idk if it's really working