My mother opened the front door of our house. And there he is, the blonde boy that I hate. Luke Hemmings. It's been 5 years since I last saw him. He is my former best friend. I swallowed the lump on my throat and act like I don't know him. "Who are you?" I asked. "I am your daddy baby girl " He smirked. And that's where it all started. AGAIN... This story is a mess. I warned you. Started:06/15/15 Status:On going

"And after all the fucking matches, broken bones, ripped punching bags and crowds yelling at me to get up... who the fuck knew that my hardest fight would be you?" • [Contains smut] ©loudluke