"Just come to the club with me." I pleaded. "No Luke. I am not getting in trouble by Gran." Zoe replied, walking down the hallway. "Please! Gran and Gramps aren't even here. They won't even know." I said. She sighed. "This is the last time Luke. I mean it." She said. I smiled.
"Don't touch me." I said, backing away. The guy was about seventeen, I think. "Come on babe." He said. "Stop. Don't call me that." I said, walking away. I ran down a hallway, trying to find a room, or a bathroom, or something. I have no idea where Lucas is. He's probably drunk and dancing with someone twice his age.
I finally found a bathroom. I ran into it, and locked the door. I took out my phone, and called Ashton. "Zoe. What now. This better be-" "Please come get me. I-I don't know where Luke is. Some guy started dancing on me. Ash please come get me." I cried. "Alright, alright. Calm down. Where are you?" He asked. "Brittany's house." I sniffled. "Okay, I'll be there soon. Go outside, and find Lucas." He said.
"Hey sis!" Lucas yelled. "Luke! You're drunk!" I yelled. "So!? I'm having fun!" He yelled back, holding a girl's waist. "Luke. Please. Stop this." I said. "Stop what? I'm enjoying myself!" He slurred. I cried even more. "Ashton's coming to pick me up." I said. "Fine. Go." He said.
"What were you thinking! Going out like that! Are you insane!" Ashton yelled, pacing the living room. I didn't answer, which made him even more mad. "You are fifteen Zoe! Fifteen! You are too young for this!" He yelled. "I'm sorry. Luke made me." I replied. "You can't blame everything on him Zoe! It's not always going to work!" He screamed. I cried even more. "It was him! He made me! Just like all the other times!" I screamed. "Other... Times." He said slowly, his neck vain popping out. "I need to tell mom about this." He said. "No! Ashton! You can't! I promised Luke I wouldn't tell." I said. "I don't care Zoe! You shouldn't have done this! This... This isn't you!" He yelled. "Mum gave me up at three! How do you know who I am!" I screamed. He stood back.
"Hey baby." Mum said, closing the door to the guest room. "Ashton told me what happened." She said. I put my head down. "Baby, if Lucas did this... Tell me now. I will tell Gran. He can't push you around." She said. "He did mum! He made me! I told him no!" I cried. "Sh, sh. Okay, okay." She said, hugging me. "You're staying here, okay." She said. I nodded. "Calm down baby. Calm down. You're okay. You're safe." She said, kissing my head.
"I have the worst headache." I groaned. "Yeah, that's because you were drunk off your ass last night." Jay said. "I was?" I asked. "Dancing. A lot. Let your sister go home. Alone." He said. "She went home?" I asked. He nodded. "With your brother. She was in tears." He said. I sighed. "Can you drive me? I need to go to my mums." I said. He nodded.
I opened the door slowly, and tiptoed inside. I almost got to the stairs, until my mum caught me. "Lucas Robert Hemmings. Get in here this minute." She said. No harm, or anger in her voice. Pure disappointment. "Mum, I am so sorry I sh-" "Don't apologize to me. Apologize to Zoe and Ashton. Zoe is a mess. You let her go home. God forbid she went home with some random guy. God forbid Ashton didn't answer his phone. If your father finds out, this will take a turn." She said. "I'm sorry." I said, with my head hung low. "Go apologize to your sister, who is in bed. Worried sick about you. She told me some information I needed to know. And I will let you know, she will be living here with me. Not with Gran anymore. You will live with your grandmother." She said.
"Hey." I said, walking into Zoe's room. She looked at me, then look away. "I'm sorry." I said. She didn't look at me. "I know I messed up. I shouldn't have taken you. I was wrong for doing that." I said. "I am disgusted by you." She spoke quietly. "I know. I'm-" "You're not sorry! You never are! I'm tired of being told that!" She yelled. I stood back. "You are my brother. You may be younger, but you're supposed to protect me. Last night... You... Didn't." She said.
"You made your sister go out like that!" Gran screamed. "I bet it's all his whore of a mother." Gramps said, walking out the door. Gran rolled her eyes. "Go to your room right now. I am very disappointed in you." She said.
"You!" Andrew yelled, pointing to me. "I knew you weren't a good person for my son. But now you're not a good mother to your own children." He said. "My children are just fine. Problems here and there, but they can be resolved." I replied. "Really. Your daughter pregnant with her uncle's child. Your daughter now dating someone, with a one year old son. Ashton, almost nineteen years old, still living at home, with his five month pregnant girlfriend. Now Lucas, partying. What's next? Huh. My son getting cheat on by his whore of a wife." Andrew said, grabbing my shoulders. "I raise my kids perfectly fine. Unlike you. Your sons haven't been-" He smacked me across the face. "You deserved that, bitch." He said, walking out the door.