I woke up to the strong smell of tequila and weed coming from the living room. This is never a good sign. I got out of my bed and tried to make my way to the bathroom without my mom and step-dad noticing. Unfortunately they did.
"Layla! Get down here now!" Seth my step-dad yelled at me.
I slowly made my way down the stairs and met them in the living room that was filled with smoke. As soon as they were in full view Seth slapped me in the face and I fell down. My mother just laughed.
Wow some 'parents' they are.
My life wasn't always like this. I used to be happy. I had two loving parents, friends, even a boyfriend. But when my dad died all of that went away.
"Get up bītch." My mother said to me.
I slowly got up and stood in front of them. Seth pinned me up against the wall and came close to me. The smell of tequila and beer on his breath was strong.
"If you tell anyone about this. You'll get way worse. Do you understand?" I just nodded and went upstairs.
After my shower I blow dried my my hair then curled it. After I put on a grey sweater that cuts off just below my belly button. Then I put on some black ripped skinny jeans, then just a random pair of black shoes, I didn't even look at the brand.
I put lip gloss, light coloured eyeshadow and some mascara. I also had to put foundation to hide the bruise I was forming on my cheek. Then I put on my black heart shaped ring that my dad gave me and I left the house with my bag.
Once I got to my school I was pushed against a locker by some girls and they walked away and laughed. I walked to my locker and opened it to get my stuff for history and walked off.
School ended quickly but it was a normal day. People calling me names, shoving me into lockers and on the ground. Same old, same old.
As I was walking home I wasn't looking where I was going and bumped into someone.
"Ow!" I shouted.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry!" The guy who bumped into me said.
"No it's my fault. I wasn't looking." I said.
"No it's not your fault. It's mine." He said smiling slightly.
"I'm Luke." He said holding out his hand.
"Layla." I said shaking his hand.
I felt my phone buzz and I saw it was a text from Seth.
Seth: Where the hell are you! You better get home now!
"Shit! Sorry I have to get home. Nice meeting you Luke!" I smiled.
"Wait! Can I have your number?" He asked and I gave it to him.
When I got home I got the usual punishment. Him slapping me then kicking then I got sent to my room.
I cried in my room for an hour until I heard my phone buzz.
Unknown: Hey Layla! It's Luke from the street. Remember?
I texted back.
Layla: Of course. I saved your number. :)
Luke: Ok. What school do you go to?
Layla: Westwood High
Luke: Really! Me too! Maybe we can walk together tomorrow?
Layla: Yeah sure. What's your address? I'll meet you.
Luke: 27 Pine View
Layla: That's just down the street from me. I'll be at your house at 7:45 tomorrow. Sorry Luke, I got to go. See you tomorrow!
Luke: Ok, goodnight beautiful! :)
I went to bed with a smile on my face. Which didn't happen much.
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Broken || Luke Hemmings
FanfikceShe was broken He fixed her They fell in love He hurt her She broke again He apologized Will they be together again?
