vogue ✧ l.hemmings

Seventeen || Pain ♡

Angelina Woods.

It's been about a month or maybe almost even two that I've known Luke. These past two weeks have sucked. Everyone at work was trying to meet the deadline for the magazine that was possibly going to be the best for this year (Well that was I was told and heard from all the others).

Luke has been running around with all the meetings he's been having, checking all the stations, going to other states to check on his other smaller companies he owned. I think he was slowly getting run down from all this work.

It was a Sunday night, We planned to have a movie night, but it seemed more like a Luke working type of night.

I sighed and pulled the Macbook away from him. "Luke, you need to relax. You've been working hard enough. These past weeks you have been working so much it seriously scares me that your going to stress yourself out too much and something will happen." Luke looked at me with a bored expression.

"Just give me my damn laptop back." He groaned, sitting up in his seat and grabbed it back, typing away on it again, staring at the screen intently. I rolled my eyes and grabbed it again.

"Angelina! Can you fucking quit it?" He snapped, eyes hard and jaw clenched. I wasn't scared of Luke now. Well, I was a little but not as much as I used to be when I first met him. I know Luke is a very powerful man but that doesn't mean he can bring down a woman as powerful as him?

"No, Luke, I won't! Just because you have all this crap and money and power doesn't mean you could boss around me! If you want me to, I'll leave!" I yelled, dropping the laptop in hands, it hit the floor and then it flickered off and the screen had gone black.

Luke looked at me, angry before I felt a sharp pain come intact with my cheek. He slapped me. Luke Hemmings, the man I love, slapped me.

"I hate you! Never talk to me! I can't believe you, Luke!" I screamed as tears went down my cheeks. I tried to put on my shoes and get my things as fast as possible so I could get out of there.

Pushing threw the doors and into the elevator. Waiting for the elevator to reach the bottom floor felt like a million years. I was sitting on the floor of the elevator, crawled in a ball, crying hard into my knees. I never want to see Luke again. He actually hit me. I would never, ever think he would do that to me. But it comes to show, Luke loves his work more than he could never love another person.

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Once I had reached home, soaked from the pouring cold rain out, I didn't want to talk to no one at all. Even Margret. I was just so broken down I didn't want to talk or see no one. The only thing that was stuck in my mind was the moment he hit me. Tears running off my cheeks quickly as I laid in a ball on my bed.

All my life I've been alone. I used a light to guide me home. But I feel like that now is taken away and I stand in the dark. Lost, cold and scared. One moment I believe in love, now I don't. I tried. I tried to help Luke but he just isn't fixable. I loved him and cared, knowing not to get anything in return because he's cold hearted sick son of a bitch.

It sucks to know and think that because I seriously thought, with just that little push of encouragement, Luke would mend his heart together and it would glow so bright. But I'm stupid for thinking that because, and I quote, John Green, "Life isn't a wish granting factory."

I grabbed my phone and earbuds, plugging the buds in and opened Spotify. I put the music on shuffle and I Miss You by Blink-182 played. It was one of my favorite songs I loved to hear on a rainy day or something. Blink in my opinion had really good music if you where pissed or just sad or depressed.

And today was one of the depressing days.

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