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.


22. Chapter 22


There was one more week until Christmas, and the house was chaos.

Cheryl was on the phone with all of the family members, planning where the feast would take place, Hailey was rummaging through her drawers every second, trying to decide which outfit best complimented her eyes, and the rest was unexplainable.

I was seated on my bed in my room, tapping my pencil on the theme tablet I had.

I had no clue what to write about. I mean, I had ideas, but none were happy like Carson suggested.

I had some about my parents, being moved to a new house, losing so many people, and some things that were self inflicted.

But nothing in my mind was joyful or blissful.

I started to jot something down, making my lips curl.

Carson Miller: My Best Friend

I wanted to use this.

Carson wasn't just my best friend, he was my, like, lifesaver. He sort of just popped into the picture, making everything better with his smile. There's really no way to explain it other than I love him for what he did for me.

Hailey had been bugging me forever about how I had a tiny crush on him, but I never admitted to it. Sure, I liked him. Maybe a lot, but who cares?



Tuesday I was pretty excited. I don't know why I woke up so giddy, but it helped me survive through the day.

Carson was seated in his desk when I skipped into class.

"You excited?" he chuckled. I nodded, smiling his way. "About what?" he asked, placing his chin onto his intertwined fingers.

"I don't know. I went to bed at around nine, and I woke up extra happy," I explained as I reached into my bag for my binder.

"Hmm. Interesting." I giggled and started to scribe the date down into the first line. He continued, "So, what's you're essay topic?" I sighed, my cheeks staring to heat up.

"I'm not telling you," I stated, trying to annoy him.

"Come on!" I felt the blood rush to my cheeks at the thought of his facial expression after I told him.

"It's not your paper; therefore, it's not of your business!" He sighed.

"Whatever, then."




That night I woke up at 3:16 with the sudden urge to take a trip to the bathroom.

I pushed the covers over me, careful to not make much noise or else the whole house would be up.

I gripped my cell in my hand, using it to illuminate the path to the toilet. Once I opened the door, my hand had found the light switch, flicking it on.

I wasn't prepared for what I saw, but I screamed so loud, the whole neighborhood was sure to be awake.

"Hey!" Anthony whined.

"What are you doing, Anth?!" I whisper-yelled as he rubbed his eyes with his balled up hands.

"You woke me up," he grumpily stated, pouting his seven-year-old pout.

"Yes. I did. Now why are you sleeping in the bathtub?" I inquired, crossing my arms over my chest. I was shocked to find that the house was still silent other than my heavy breathing as I still tried to regain composure.

"My bed wasn't comfy, so I came and slept in here. Mommy wouldn't let me in her bed." I sighed, and crouched down.

"Want to come sleep with me?" I asked, a smile tugging at the ends of my lips. He vigorously nodded his head, picking up his things from the tub. "Ok. Let's go."

Anthony and I made our way back into mine and Hailey's room. I let him sleep on the inside, while I took the outside.

"Night, bud," I said, kissing the top of his head. He was already asleep once I had laid my head back down.




It was Christmas Eve, and we were all sat under our Christmas tree, trying to wrap all of Anthony's gifts before the sun rose.

"How many toys did this child get?" I asked, groaning and throwing my head back.

Hailey and Anthony were asleep, because, even though she knew he wasn't real, Hailey liked to go to bed by ten just in case "Santa skips me because I'm not asleep."

She did it for Anthony and for the Christmas vibe that she loved so much.

I was in the middle of wrapping a power ranger when my phone started to buzz.

"Hello?" I aswered, the phone wedged between my ear and shoulder.

"Hey there, Hope!" Carson chimed. I smiled and stopped wrapping, holding the phone in my ear.

"Hey," I answered.

"How's your Christmas Eve?" I shrugged.

"Good, I guess. Wrapping Anthony's presents." I heard him hum.

"Alright. Well, I have your presents, but I will have to give them to you after break. Peace out, home dog!" He joked.

I chuckled and replied, "Ok. Merry almost Christmas!"

I continued to wrap the power ranger with a blue suit, admiring the shiny armor he wore.

"I miss running downstairs and opening presents with mommy and daddy," I whispered, my eyes wandering over the snowman wrapping paper.

"I know, Hope," my brother answered, placing a hand on my back. "I do, too. But things happen sometimes." I looked up at him and nodded.

"Yeah. They do. For the better or for the worst."

I averted my gaze back to the gift, proceeding to wrap another.



I'm so sorry, guys. But the next chapter will be longer and better than this one. This was honestly just a short filler with no meaning at all. Ok....a little. Things that will as up, but not as much as the next!!!!!

Hope y'all enjoy it.....<3


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