The Only Reason (Luke Hemmings)

Well I'm Fucked.

Play 'Forever Be My Father" in the last part. :))

"Why the fuck would you get a lip piercing?" My dad screamed. "Because, I wanted to. Do you have a problem with it?" I retorted. He laughed, before slapping me in the face. 

"Don't you ever take that tone with me. Is this what your bitch ass mother taught you? To be disrespectful?" He asked. That was it. I rolled my eyes, "No. But you know what? Fuck you. You killed her, you ruined our family, and you did this", I pointed to my wrist. "You did that. That was 12 years of your bullshit. So don't you ever call ME disrespectful, and don't ever insult my mom like that because all she did was care for you. She loved you with all her heart, but you killed her just like that. So if you wanna go ahead and murder me too like you did her, then go ahead. I'm giving you fucking permission to shoot me right now. Go." I replied. 

He rummaged through the drawers and found his gun. I rolled my eyes. "Go ahead, do it. I fucking dare you", I challenged. He pulled the trigger and it hit me in the stomach. I bit my lip while he dropped the gun. He looked scared. "Dear god..", he whispered and ran out the door.

I clutched onto my stomach and I looked through my pocket to find my phone. I quickly dialed Michael's number. "Isabelle!" He yelled. I gulped, "No time for that, come over now!" I yelled.

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I woke up in the hospital, with someones hand holding onto mine. I slowly opened my eyes and there was the last person i'd expect to see: Luke. "W-What are you doing here?" I asked slowly getting up. I groaned. My stomach hurt like hell.

"Michael's talking to the doctor. I'm not gonna ask if you're okay because you're obviously not", he rolled his eyes. A small smile appeared on my face. "You're really nice", I sighed. I couldn't say, "You're a nice friend", that'd just be weird. 

"Yeah, I know", he laughed. I rolled my eyes, in a playful way this time. "Hey, Luke?" I said. He hummed in response. "Can I be alone for a sec? I just really need to think right now", I asked. He nodded before letting go of my hand and getting up. 

I thought about all the things that my dad has done to me. This was the most extreme, but for some reason I didn't hate him. I hated that, of course. I should hate him, but I don't. 

 I suddenly started remembering the moments we had before my mom died, and before he abused me. I smiled at the memories. We were so happy back then. I started singing the words to Forever Be My Father by Go Radio. I used to listen to it when I cared about my dad, yes I don't hate him, but I don't give a fuck about him anymore. 

"You have a lovely voice", Luke interrupted. My eyes widened, "How long have you been standing there?" He laughed. "Enough to hear you sing", he replied, taking a sit in the chair next to me. "Bastard", I muttered. 

"I know", he smiled. "You call me that every damn day." I laughed. "That's because you always give me a reason to. I wouldn't if you weren't such an idiot", I retorted. He rolled his eyes, "Yeah right, even if I wasn't an idiot you would still call me a bastard." 

I shook my head. "You know me so well."