Chapter 71 : I Don't Want You To Go

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| Luke |


I felt my stomach drop.

A million questions rushed to my mind.

I stared at her speechless.

I was so quiet, I could have sworn, you can hear a pin needle drop.

Do my ears deceive me?

I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding.

"What do you mean? Why? You can't leave, you just got here, Helen!" I said.

She swung her legs off the bed and stood up.

"I know Luke!" She shouted, "I know! But Adin is in the hospital and I need to see him! Weather you like it for not, I'm going."

"What will Mom say? I know she won't let you go," I said.

"I already have the money for the plane ticket. Regardless what Mom says, I'm going," Helen said sternly.

She's so stubborn.

"Besides, I have to take care of a little problem back in California," Helen added.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it." Helen replied.

I sighed, "Fine, but if you're going, I'm going too."

"What?" She asked shocked.

"I'm going too," I repeated.

"So am I," Calum spoke up.

I looked at him and smiled.

"I'm going as well," Ashton said.

"Me too," Michael stood up.

"We're a package deal," I said.

"Are you four serious?" She asked.

"Dead serious," I replied.

I crossed my arms across my chest.

Not backing down.

She glared at me, but her eyes finally softened.

"Fine, you can come." She said. "Pack your bags for a week or more, we're leaving at eleven."

I checked the time, seven.

"Why so soon?" I asked.

She arched her brow, "If you can't handle that, then stay. You think your parents will let you guys go?"

"I don't know, I have to ask her," Calum said.

"Yea, I have to ask her. I'll come back around ten, maybe," Michael said.

"Okay, see you mates later," Ashton said.

They left the house.

| Helen |

I grabbed my black bag and started packing clothes in it.

5 black jeans, 4 shirts, 5 muscle tees, 1 pair of vans, 4 bras, 6 panties, 3 flannels, 2 pairs of sweats, 2 shorts, toothbrush, hair comb.

I zipped up the black luggage.

I slipped on a blue flannel over my white shirt, put on my black skinny jeans, and black vans.

I checked the time, 8:48.

I dragged my luggage out of my room.

"Billie Joe," I called.

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