Finding Hope

A/n
I am so FÜCKING HYPEDDD WTFFFFF

Hopes pov

"WE WERE DRUGGED?" I scream, rage bursting throughout the room. I felt the urge to cry.

I'm sitting alone talking to Luke and I's therapist. They took blood work and found out the dream was caused by a weird drug.

"Yes. Mrs. Garner, someone has given this drug to you and Luke to cause strange events to play in your brains. Basically, hallucinate you both. I think someone maybe has given it to you while you were at a bar, people do that with drugs to increase the income of sales. This drug is highly illegal. Rare. And dangerous. It not likely you won't start having similar nightmares," Mr. Gully explains, I stand shocked. He talks to Luke as wait quietly pretending to read a magazine stained with stray tears that escaped my eyes. My shaky hand causes the words on the page to blur. The door clicks and Luke step out. He storms out the room and into the car. The car door slams.

I get up slowly, trying to gather my strength. I wipe my eyes and thank Mr. Gully. I cautiously open the driver's door and sit down.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I whisper, my voice cracks and I can feel the salty ocean began to spill from my ugly blue eyes. I bury my face in the steering wheel. And I cry softly until I hear Luke's sobs escape his lips. I shut myself up. And lean over to kiss his cheek. His shoulders shudder, and he jerks away from me.

Driving going to be hard since Luke's painful sobs are heartbreaking. I want to drive into a tree and die. But I can't because Luke's in here with me.

I park in the driveway of our house filled with six other people. (We upgraded after vacation.)

I sigh and wipe a tear, I sit up straight and try to look confident.

"Baby please talk to me," I whisper. I give him my full attention. He just opens the car door and walks away.

This really got him. Was he told differently? Does he know more than me? We just found out that we were drugged at a bar to imagine us getting kidnapped by my dead uncle. I sit in my car listening to Panic! At The Disco, I don't want to trigger more tears from Luke. I hate seeing him cry. It made me weak. He was trying to be nice this week, my birthday is just a month way. And the Green Day concert is in a week. But life found a way to brain fuçk us.

The door opens. Luke walks out and opens my car door. I scrunch my nose as he kneels to the ground to my short level.

"Babe?" He whispers.

"Dear?"

"Why did the therapist say we were drugged? I've never taken drugs. Mum will kill me!" He says. I smile sadly.

"She won't be mad, we were tricked. Someone is giving these pills out for free in America. I'm glad we left," I mumble taking the keys out of the ignition, and slamming the car door with frustration.

"I like your outfit," he smiles taking my hand in his. I frown at my black skirt and white sweater. Maybe my skirt was too short.

"Is the skirt too short?" I ask pulling it down a bit.

"I wouldn't mind if it was even shorter princess," he smirks letting me inside.

"Are you okay? You're sobbing then you're flirting. What's wrong?" I ask as we walk to our room. He sighs and sits on the bed, I kiss his forehead as hug him. He hugs back and sniffles.

"I was being dramatic," he whispers into my hair, his poor voice was so soft. It's usually deep and well sexy. Sorry, not sorry.

"No babe. I cried too. This is all news. News I have to explain to Calum. And everyone..."

"I'll help you," he offers and kisses me briefly before sliding his vans off his feet and taking his hoodie off.

I stare happily as he changes into his sweats and ripped tee shirt. He's so gorgeous.

"Stalker!" He sneers pulling me into his lap. I smile and kiss his nose.

"I'm your stalker love,"

He wraps arms around my torso and attaches his lips to mine. I smile deepening the kiss.

He mumbles an "I love you" as stands up and leaves me to my thoughts. It gives time to proses what had happened.

Luke and I were drugged, then we passed out, and hallucinated. 

What the fuck is my life. I want to be normal. At least I'm somewhat happy. Luke Robert Hemmings as a boyfriend is a lot to handle. Him being a soul mate is a lot also.

I remind myself of the night he gave me the ring.

"Do you like it?" He asks shaking his head sending drops of ocean water everywhere.

"I love it!" I giggle.

I kiss him for the thousandth time.

"I love you," he smiles. I melt under his touch. His lips. His love. His eyes. I could have a heart attack any moment.

"Dinner, then bed?" He smirks sounding excited about that last part. I roll my eyes.

Calum my best friend and brothers hugs me for what seems like a million hours.

"Love you Hopey," he says and shoves my shoulder lightly.

"Calum I couldn't ask for a better friend!" I squeal.

I'm dragged to a fancy hotel restaurant and served fancy Italian food.

The whole night had me awe.

It was perfect.

I giggle a little as Calum trips over his guitar.

"What's up?" He asks hugging me. And I explain. It resulted in tears and muffled cries in Calum's poor shirt. He rubs my back and listens until I decide in done.

"Honey. I think that the best way to cope with this is to just forget," he mutters as he takes my hand in his and leads me to the kitchen. I end up confessing to Tristan, she ends up drying my tears.

I end up crying on everyone.

But I've lost Luke.

"Where's Luke?" I ask Missy. Her face filled with regret, she stands up and puts a hand on my shoulder.

"At the club," she whispers.

"What? How could he!" I almost scream,"How could he leave? I need him more than ever and he leaves me to get drunk. What if he gets drugged again? What if he gets drunk and kisses another girl and we are so close to our six years." I groan in frustration. Him leaving me with my thoughts to go have fun killed me. Is he falling out of love?

I bite my lip and wait. I sit and listen to Greenday.

It was 3:40 when he walked in our room. I stood up and sighed.

"It's late," I growl, pushing past him. Maybe I should scold Michael for letting him go.

He grabs my wrist.

"Let go, Luke!"

His grip gets tighter.

"Luke please!" I whimper.

I smell the strong stench of Whiskey. He's going to hurt me.

I began to scream. I lash out at Luke, pushing myself away from him. He pushes me on the floor. He drags me into the room and locks the door. Then I realize it isn't Luke who's tying me to the bed.

It's my uncle.

Shit

Xxkisumomo