Disclaimer: I own nothing this belongs to Lynette Noni. This is my take on the events so it is not the same

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Luka Pov:

'Luka!' my father yells at me. 'You get back here right now or there will be severe consequences!'

I turn around slowly and walk back, reluctantly. My younger bother, Jordan, doesn't know what our parents are really like and for that, he is considered lucky.

'Luka, I know you don't want to,' my mother says in a slightly forced calm voice, 'but we both car-'

'YOU CARE?!' I all but scream in her face. 'SINCE WHEN HAVE YOU CARED ABOUT WHAT I WANT?!'

'...' Silence.

'That's what I thought.' I hiss before I storm out of the room, their cries for me to come back fell on deaf ears.

Reaching my room, on the second floor, I resisted slamming the door in fear of waking Jordan. Enough of their controlling ways, I can only think of one escape. They have finally broke me. gathering a book and a pen. Writing a letter to the only person I care about in this family. The tell tale sign of tears as my eyes began to water, and slowly leak out. Rolling down my cheeks falling onto the page below.

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