Lost in Life (Discontinued)

Ever since Liam left for the X-Factor, his younger sister, Lucy, has been nothing but trouble. Eventually, Lucy's mom gets fed up and sends Lucy to live with Liam. Will Liam be able to change Lucy back to how she once was? Or is it too late? What really happened while Liam was away? This is my first story so please no hate!


2. Chapter Two

     -Amber's POV-

     "Liam, it's your sister," I said.

     "What about Lucy?" Liam asked, suddenly sounding less sleepy.

     "Ever since you left, a few months after actually, it has been one thing after another. I don't know what to do anymore." I answered.

     "What do you mean? What has she been doing?" 

     "She's been staying out late, drinking or doing drugs. Probably sleeping with others. She's hanging with a bad crowd. She dropped all of her other friends. She is still on the swim team and still has straight A's, but she mouths off and she doesn't listen to a word I say anymore. It's scary knowing that she doesn't even care anymore. I can't keep watching her destroy herself. I need your help, Liam," I released, holding my breath waiting for an answer from my son.

     "Okay. I'll be there tomorrow. Me and the boys are currently on vacation for two more months. Maybe she should come live with me for a while. You said all of this started happening when I left, so maybe she should come with," Liam slowly answered, finally. I breathed out a sigh of relief.

     "Excellent. Thank you so much Liam. See you tomorrow then."

     "Goodnight mom. See you tomorrow."


~The next morning~

     -Lucy's POV-

     I awoke to sun streaming through the blinds, realizing I forgot to shut them last night. If I had gotten drunk, the light would not have helped the hangover I would have surely gotten. I reluctantly pulled myself out of my warm, comfy bed and to my dresser. I pulled out white skinny jeans, a sports bra, and a deep purple sweatshirt from swimming. My name was on the back, along with the events I swam at the finals, in white. I brushed through my hair and pulled a beanie over it, to lazy to do anything else with it. I went into my closet and grabbed a pair of black converse, slipping my feet into them. I pulled a small bag off of the back of the door, throwing my keys, wallet, sunglasses, headphones, iPad, and switchblade in it. I slid my phone into the back pocket of my jeans. 

     Heading downstairs, I passed my mom, not even looking at her, and grabbed a granola bar out of the pantry. I wasn't cooled off from last night yet. I tipped my head under the sink faucet and got a gulp of water before heading out the door, eating the granola bar and texting Kayla that I was on the way to her house. 

     Finishing the text and granola bar, I picked up my skateboard from the porch chair and set it down on the sidewalk, kicking the ground to get momentum. I skateboarded past a black Range Rover headed in the opposite direction, and towards Kayla's part of town, the part that my mother hated. 

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