The "Good Girl"

"Good girl? Are you sure?"

"Well yeah. I mean you have Never. Ever done anything bad in school."

"That's because you have never seen me out of school before"


24. ~19~

My dad was completely quiet as was I on the whole ride home. Luke avoided eye contact with me because he knew that if he did he would get the worst death stare he has ever seen.

I am extremely mad at him. I understand that he probably didn't know where I was but he didn't have to CALL MY DAD!! I am so mad at him. He better not talk to me or I will not restrain myself from hitting him. And it WILL hurt.

My dad parked the car and just sat there. He didn't say anything. But a single tear fell down his cheek. I didn't want to see him cry anymore so I just got out of the car.

Luke followed me into my house all the way into my bedroom.


I looked up to him. He looked sad and regretful. He should be regretful. I mean he ratted me out.

"I was so worried. I-I thought you had gone off and... I thought you killed yourself Becka. I was freaking out. I checked the bathrooms to make sure you weren't lying unconscious on the bathroom floor. I-I didn't know what to do and my mind was haywire. I'm sorry I called your dad, but I couldn't think of anything else. And while we were driving around looking for you I had the idea that you might have went to fight. I had to take him there to see if you were there. Because if you weren't then I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I-"I cut him off by hugging him.

I couldn't stay mad at him. He was my best friend. No one has ever cared or worried about me as much as he does. As side from...well aside from my mom.

He was crying. He had been crying since he said he thought I was dead.

He had been crying so much there was a small wet spot at the bottom of his feet.

"I'm so sorry Becka. I hope you aren't mad at me, are you?"he asked once he calmed down. I shook my head no.

"Are you going to talk?"he asked quietly.

I looked at him. His eyes were slightly red and puffy from previously crying.

I thought about his question.

Am I going to talk?

I'm not sure. Maybe.

I just shrugged my shoulders. Before I heard my dad call us from down stairs.

"Becka. Come down here. Luke, you to."

We walked downstairs and sat on the couch while my father paced the floor.

"How long have you been doing this?"he asked still pacing.

"Since I told you I had a job,"i spoke very quietly. It didn't feel right to talk.

"Why? Why are you fighting? Why would my Becka do that?"my dad said sitting down in his chair.

That was it. I mean how could he not know why?!


I walked up to my room and packed my bag. I was leaving and I didn't feel like coming back anytime soon.

I walked back down stairs to find that like wasn't sitting on the couch anymore. He must have went home. Or my dad kicked him out and told him to leave.

"Here is the money to pay for this month's bills,"i said placing a wad of cash on the table and walked out before I could get a response from my dad.

I walked straight over to Luke's house and knocked on the door.

He immediately opened the door and understood why I was here when he saw my bag.

"Mom! Becka is staying over,"he said to his mom watching tv in the living room.

"That is fine. She is welcome anytime. I like her,"she replied. I'm glad she likes me. Maybe she will let me stay for a little while.

Luke piled me up to his room and I sat down on his bed.

He came and sat beside and put his arm around me.

I fell apart.

I cried for the first time since my mom left. I had been holding so much in it hurt.

I cried so hard likes shirt was soaked with tears.

My mom is gone.

I am not on good terms with my dad.

I'm not at home.

My dad caught me fighting.

My whole world fell apart in less than 24 hours. But I couldn't ask for a better best friend than Luke. I was so thankful for him and Calum and Ashton and Michael.

I don't know what I would do without them.

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