-Still Luke's POV-
I had no idea what I was supposed to say, I looked over to Dakota who was looking at the door.
"What are you talking about?" I called out trying to buy some time.
"The doors locked."
I laughed out loud and walked over to the door. "I was tickling Dakota, we must have hit the door," I said opening it up.
"You two act like children," he chuckled.
"Maybe because we are?" I responded before jumping back on Dakota.
"Luke get off," She got out.
'Damn again.'
I sat to the side of her and helped her sit back up.
"Do you need more pills?" I asked.
"No I can't take anymore," she said trying to calm herself down alone.
"It's ok, everything is all covered. He just thinks we were wrestling."
She nodded picking at her nails.
"No don't do that," I held both her hands and we got up. "Are we gonna be wearing our matching crocs?" I asked trying to get her mind off how nervous she was.
She nodded looking over to her feet.
"Let's go, guys!" My mom called from the other room.
Dakota jumped at first but got up to get her shoes on.
I don't know why she was so jumpy and anxious all of a sudden, she said the visit made her a little nervous but that was over.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by Dakota pulling my hand towards the door.
"Let's go," She said turning towards me.
I nodded and let her lead me out of the room, joining the rest of my family in the hallway.
"Are you guys ready?"
"Yea mom," I replied.
We all walked down to the car and drove towards the movie theater.
"I want a huge icee and popcorn," Molly said as we pulled into the parking lot.
"We'll see how much it costs here." My dad replied as he parked.
"I think the theaters are really nice here," I said when we all walked through the lobby doors.
My mom pulled up the tickets on her phone and showed them to the employee.
"Thank you ma'am your theater will be the to the right."
"No... thank you." She smiled turning her phone off.
Dakota and I walked down the hall behind my parents and sister.
"It's like a maze back here," Dakota said as we walked through the dim hallways.
"I kinda like it."
We soon found the assigned theater and found some seats at the very top of the theater.
"Can I go get snacks now?" Molly whispered.
"Yea I'll take you," my dad replied. "Do you guys want anything?" He asked looking towards us.
"Can I get an icee too?" I asked.
He nodded, "What about you Dakota?"
"A bottled water please," She smiled
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Does he really care?
Teen FictionDakota gets abused, by her alcoholic father and her mom is too busy to notice, she gets bullied at school as well. Until one certain person finds out what's really going on... will they be able to help?
