Just a Reject (Luke Hemmings)

~Sometimes, the things that make your life worth living, are also the reasons why your life isn't worth living~

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36. Chapter 35

Luke’s POV

We reluctantly went back down the stairs, not knowing what to expect.

I remembered Natasha’s father as a nice, caring man, who could barely hurt a fly. But now, all I see is a drunk, crazy man who looked him he wanted to kill his daughter.

“Who the fuck is that man. You’re bringing men home to fuck aren’t you,” he spat, as Natasha shook, obviously scared out of her mind.

“Uhm, sorry sir, but she didn’t take me home to fuck,” I said, trying to sound as polite and firm as possible.

He froze, squinting at me.

“Luke?” he asked, his eyes widening.

“Err, yeah, that’s me,” I said, awkwardly scratching the back of my head.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE,” he roared, lunging out at me. I dodged him, dragging Natasha along with me.

“Please sir, I don’t mean to do any harm to you,” I pleaded.

“Yeah, then what are you doing here? That bitch called you over so you can see how I treat her didn’t she? So you can report me to the fucking police so I can get arrested. Well GUESS WHAT, I’M NOT GOING TO LET YOU DO THAT,” he screamed, throwing a beer bottle at us.

Luckily he was pretty drunk, and missed us by over a metre.

He staggered up to us, breathing heavily.

“Get away from my daughter,” he said, glaring at me.

I stood up straighter, making myself seem a lot taller and bigger.

“No,” I said firmly, causing him to glare harder at me.

“WHAT did you say?” he asked quietly, as I glared back at him.

“I said, NO,” I said, wrapping my arms around a frightened Natasha, who was shaking uncontrollably.

“GET AWAY FROM HER. THE ONLY REASON YOU’RE HERE IS BECAUSE YOU WANT TO HAND ME OVER TO THE POLICE ANYWAY, NOT BECAUSE YOU TRULY CARE ABOUT HER.”

“I’m not here to hand you over to the police. And of course I care about her. If I WAS here to hand you over to the police, which I’m not, it would still mean I care enough for her to keep her safe from you,” I spat.

“Yeah? Then why are you here?” he said, challenging me.

“Have you forgotten that it was her mother’s death anniversary today? I came over here to give her that,” I said, gesturing to the collage me and the boys made.

He stared at the collage for a minute, not moving or saying anything. Suddenly he crumbled down to the ground, his legs giving way and his shoulders slumping.

He started sobbing violently on the floor, continuously mumbling Natasha’s mothers name.

We stood there watching him, not knowing what to do or say.

Finally, I tugged Natasha towards the front door.

“Come on,” I said quietly. “Let’s get out of here.”

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I'm really sorry about this short chapter ));

But if you're looking for really good fanfics, i suggest you go to wattpad and read:

'Remember to forget you' (luke hemmings) 
or
'Club of misfits' (if you're comfortable reading gay fanfics)

My wattpad library is currently filled with muke/lashton/cake fanfics whoops ;DD *sighs* Luke you're such a slut

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