Silenced Heart

Luke Hemmings loves the fame. The sound of the girls screaming his name and the flashing lights. His band members see this, so they make a bet. If he can last without the fame, he'll be paid. Luke goes back to school, and he meets a girl who flips his entire world upside down. When the bets over, he has one of the biggest decisions he'll ever have to make: leave her or hold on for as long as he can.


16. Chapter 16

Just a quick little note. The last chapter I thought that I had published it a week ago, but just published this morning. So, I'm sorry, but here's the chapter for this week! Hope you like it!



Hailey was swooning over her theme tablets, shoving them in Cheryl's face, hoping for a positive answer.

"Please, mom!" she begged, pretending to go in a breakdown. Cheryl searched my eyes for an answer. I had nothing, so I simply shrugged and harrumphed in an attempt to catch Hailey's attention.

"Dude, they're crappy and ugly. That photoshoot of 5SOS is from like...two years ago. And that's a fetus One Direction pic. It's lame," I explained, my voice harsh as I talked to her. She huffed before slouching her shoulders on her way to put the books back.

She caught up with us in the food aisle, pointing to everything we should get. Anthony had hopped onto the front of the cart, making "vroom" noises here and there.

Shopping with our family is crazy, halfway through the trip, I had realized this better than ever before.

Michael stayed home, though, bombarding us with texts with items that he wanted us to buy him.

Anthony was on a rampage. The crazed child was shoveling packages of Oreo cookies into the cart without giving it any amount of thought about how many were flying in.

Hailey had her head tucked into the gleaming light of her phone, chuckling a bit at something here and there.

Finally, she had started to uncontrollably cackle, shoving the phone into my view. I scanned over the text, going into fits myself.

My brother, and Hailey, Anthony, and Michael Jr.'s dad, turned to us, a funny look on his face. I calmed myself down, not wanting to show him the caption due to inappropriate language and sexual content.

Two and half hours later we left the store and piled into our car. It was like a clown car at points, being able to carry multiple people.

The entire time Anthony was singing loudly to a tune that I didn't know, and Hailey was scaremongering at him constantly to shut up.

I , on the other hand, leaned my head up against the chilled window and shut my eyes. My head shook with each bump we hit, smacking against the glass softly and not enough to hurt me.

The ride home after Anthony had dozed off was silent, only the faint sound of the radio filling the car. I had finally relaxed, letting myself think and breath normally.

Everyone got out once we had pulled up in front of our tiny and cozy house. Cheryl scooped Anthony up in her arms and kissed the side of his head. I stared at her gently rocking him while they walked up to the house.

I trailed behind, holding my head down. I didn't have much to think about at that time, but I didn't mind and allowed my mind to be clear for a brief amount of time.

Hailey was the first to throw herself on the couch, hastily grip the remote, and switch the channels to the weekly episode of The Walking Dead.

It was sort of a family thing to sit down on Sunday nights and watch the show, but I didn't want to that night. Instead, I lazily drug myself up the stairs and into my room, cluttered with useless junk.

My body aimlessly dropped, luckily it landed on the bed. Suddenly, a warm tear trickled down my cheek. I subconsciously wiped it away, not giving it a second thought.

That was until I was bawling over a reason I had no clue. I was just...crying.

Hailey had rushed up the stairs, most likely planning on using the toilet, but she tentatively creaked the door open and took a peek into the room.

"Hope? Are....are you alright?" She had shut the door quietly and carefully planted her feet on the ground next to me.

"Y-Yeah. I'm fine," I lied. I knew I wouldn't be able to trick her, but I wanted to try.

"Why are you crying?" she asked, her voice high and soft.

"I....I honestly don't know," I told her, dropping my head into my hands.

"Well, I'm gonna go downstairs. If you need me, call for me," she suggested, patting my back and walking out of the room.

I nodded my head once I had heard her go back downstairs. The door was shut, and I felt safe.

I continued to weep, shoving a pillow over my face to muffle the sound.

The only thing that confused me was....why was I crying?

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