Forever and Always

Chapter Forty-nine

***Nikki's POV***

The room was silent as I stared at their faces. "Mum, Dad, what are you doing here? How did you find me?"

"We came to see our child, what's wrong with that? And we found you through your papers and Liz, honey." My mum said nonchalantly as if the past few months haven't happened like she didn't kick me out of her house saying that I was no longer her daughter.

"What do you mean my papers and since when did you know who Liz was never mind talked to her?"

"Sweetheart, you thought that you could move to a new country, underage, without us knowing? All of your immigration and emancipation papers were forwarded to us. In fact, there's a whole part of the emancipation forms that we have to sign." My father explained, and I was left dumbfounded. It was true, I had never thought about the fact that they're still legally my parents and all records and forms would be sent on to them, "As for Liz, she reached out to us about a month ago thinking that her, Andrew and us should get together for dinner sometime to discuss the baby."

"Well did you have dinner with them?" I asked hoping that maybe Liz had opened their eyes so that they could view the larger picture.

"Of course not, but Liz did come and talk to me. I lost the small ounce of respect for that woman I had when we spoke that's for sure. She for some reason has total support for you and Luke regarding this baby and a relationship, I can't associate myself with someone who supports teen pregnancy and a relationship with a punk like that Luke Hemmings," I was left dumbfounded and utterly confused by her words. Why were she and my dad here if she didn't support me.

"What about me," a voice boomed from the front door, as it clicked shut only moments after my mum finished talking. He walked into the room, eyes glued to his phone, not noticing the three pairs of eyes that followed him. That is until he looked up, all color from his face draining, "Oh shit,"

"Luke, say hello to my mum and dad." The air I breathed was thick, all the tension just rising and suffocating me.

"Hi Mr. and Mrs. Flemming," he awkwardly waved at them, his face having a notable awkwardness in its expression.

"Hello, Lucas," My father gruffed out.

Once again the living room was filled with silence, no one quite sure what to say. Then again the daggers my mom and dad were sending Luke said enough.

I stood up from my seat and walked over to the window, opening it up in hopes that it will let in fresh air and out the hot air that was leaving me wheezing for breath. Walking back to my seat I grabbed Luke's hand and dragged him over to the chair I have sat only seconds ago and sat back down, silently instructing him to take a seat on the armrest before looking over to my parents who sat on the loveseat, facing the tv.

"To answer your question, Lucas, I was just telling my daughter how you're a low life punk." My mother spoke every word with the utmost confidence leaving Luke, and I shocked.

"First off, my name's Luke, not Lucas. Luke. And secondly, I am neither of the things you just called me. I happen to be a musician - who made it and is making more money than you - and I love your daughter. My band, Nikki and the babies, are my top priority." A smile crept its way onto my face at Luke's words. It was sweet and adorable the way she talked and stood up for himself and our relationship with my parents.

"Music isn't a profession; you'll see that when you come down from your high of temporary success. Then you'll have nothing." My father growled towards Luke. I looked up at him; his jaw clenched in frustration. In hopes of making him feel better, I put one of my hands on his thigh and rubbed it a little to show him that I was there, and everything was okay.

"I will agree with you; the music business is risky. There are a lot of high and lows, and when you're at the top everything's great but the lows, are low and hard. But my bands' fan base is growing larger and larger every day and our fans are amazing and loyal. I don't know how long this will all last, but I am hoping we're going nowhere but up." Luke defended himself further.

"You impregnated our seventeen-year-old daughter," My mom locked eyes with Luke as she spoke, "You're a no good piece of shit, for our daughter and anyone else on this earth. Your nothing,"

I looked up at Luke, tears prickling at my eyes, to see that he mirrored this action.

"We never imagined that we'd see you on our visit with our daughter, but in some ways, I'm glad we did. Back in Australia, when you showed up on our doorstep a month or so ago, I wanted to give you a vasectomy with my bare hands. But I restrained myself, and now here we are, face to face once again, and all I want to do is end you. So I ask you, if you want to keep your life, you will leave this apartment right now and never speak to Nikki ever again." My father growled, Luke's body tensing from his harsh words.

He looked down to me, the look in his eyes making me want to crumble. It took a second, a mear short second for the love of my life to leave the room. He stood up, only sending me a brief glance, tears running down his face before he slipped out the door.

Just as I thought everything was happy and had fallen into place, all the walls have to crumble into the sea.

"Why are you here?" I yelled in hysteria, "Why the hell did you guys have to reappear in my life, just after I had accepted your absence in my life. Mom, Dad, I was finally happy! Then you had to come around and screw everything up."

"We came to tell you that we're finally okay with you and that we accept you."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"Sweety you're simply a product of your circumstances you were forcibly put in by that punk Luke Hemmings. Your mother and I realized that we couldn't banish and punish you for that. The boy seduced and corrupted you. I wasn't your fault," My father calmly explained to me.

"I am not a product of my circumstances. I am a product of my decisions." I yelled before getting off the chair I was sat on, and pointing to my stomach, "This, this is my pregnant stomach. Take a good long look. I am your daughter; you're supposed to love me unconditionally. Here, right in here, are your grandbabies. They may not have made their debut on this plant yet, but god I love them more than anything! I can never imagine treating either of them the way you've treated me. They're my forever and always."

Both my parents had no expression on their faces, the words I just spoke apparently not meaning anything to them.

"I want you out,"

"What? Honey, what are you talking about?" My father asked.

"Yes hun, I think these are just the hormones talking,"

"These are not the f*cking hormones!" I yelled my face red with anger, "I want you out of my house. Now."

Like slugs they walked out of my apartment, slamming the door behind them leaving my a mess of tear on the floor. My mind fled to Luke, and the look on his face minutes ago when my parents pushed him out. A rush of adrenaline got me off my feet, taking me in a sort of autopilot towards my car.

All my life I've been a runner, always fleeing my problems. I guess I was running, from something. But I was running back to him.