Luke's POV.

I'm woken up by the sound of someone rustling through my things, I open my eyes and find my sister Cassandra flipping everything over, I lay my head back down, noticing the bottle of vodka right above my head and I realize that I fell asleep on the floor.

Mason and I went out drinking last night, we bumped into a couple of guys from our rival school and let's just say things didn't end well.

Cassandra knocks something over and it lands on the floor with the kind of noise that my head can't handle right now.

"Cassandra Richardson, what the hell are you doing in my room?" I mumble with my eyes closed, my voice sounds hoarse and my throat feels dry. I hear her steps drawing closer towards me.

I open my eyes, sitting up and resting my arms over my bent knees.

"Where's my book?" She crosses her arms over her chest.

Shit.

I'm way too hungover for this.

"What book?" I act clueless, she rolls her eyes.

"Luke, I'm serious-"

"Luke," Mom opens my door and peeks her head inside.

"Seriously, what the fuck? you guys can't just walk in here like this, this is a bedroom, not a bathroom," I look back and forth between them.

Mom narrows her eyes at me, letting herself inside the room.

I sigh, looking up at Cassandra who's eyes are still searching the room for that book that clearly isn't here.

Mom kneels in front of me, holding my chin and scanning every part of my face, I jerk my head back in annoyance.

"Sweetheart, have you been using again?" She whispers, looking worried and concerned.

I huff.

"And here I was thinking you were actually going to say good morning," I respond, not meeting her eyes.

"Daddy's gonna kill you," Zoe comments, I send her a murderous glare.

"Fuck right off, Cassandra," I say to her.

"Don't talk to your sister like that," Mom raises her index finger warningly, my eyes drift back to her. "Now, walk into that bathroom, take a shower and be downstairs for breakfast," She orders, pointing towards my bathroom door.

"I'll pass on the breakfast part," I rise from the floor, Mom eyes the bottle before standing up and smoothing her silk robe.

"No, you won't. Your father wants you there," she says in a tired tone then she turns to look at Cassandra, "Both of you," she adds and walks out of my room.

"Now about the book-"

"Haven't seen it," I cut her off.

"But Luke, it's my favorite book," She whines.

"Do I give a shit? No, of course not," I squint my eyes at her, she groans frustratedly, angry walking out of my room and shutting the door with a bang.

I pick up my phone from my bed, first thing I find is a text from Maddie.

"Last night was fun, we should do it again."

Wait, I don't remember meeting Maddie or doing anything fun.

I scratch my head, shooting Mason a text.

"Did I smash Maddie Young?"

"And Harriet Cox."

I widen my eyes at the screen.

"I had a threesome?"

"Congratu-fuckin-lations."

No no no, Luke, drunk sex is never a good idea.

Fuck.

Drunk me really does need to be put down.

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Walking down the stairs on the left wing, I brace myself for the upcoming family drama that is about to go down.

I walk passed my father's office, over hearing him talking on the phone about taking care of someone and not in a caring way.

I don't know a lot of things about my father but I'll tell you this...

He is not a good man.

He sometimes comes home with busted knuckles and blood stains. Cassandra and I have questioned Mom about him and his 'side businesses' but she said something like, "As long as you're clothed and he's putting food on the table, it's none of your business."

I've never asked again ever since but if my father's big master plan is for me to inherit the family business then I guess I'm destined to find out someday.

I walk into the dinning room and I find Mom and Cassandra seated on the table.

Mom is in a black velvet dress, her brunette hair tied in a ponytail while Cassandra is in her school uniform, her Rapunzel blonde hair straightened. I keep telling her to cut it and not look like a Disney character but she thinks boys like it.

Mom smiles at me, she withdraws the seat next to her, signaling for me to go sit, I sigh, taking the seat next to her.

I look at all the food at the table, lined up like we're some kind of a loyal family. A lot of this gets thrown out whether we have or haven't touched it.

I pour myself a glass of water and I drain it in one go.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you guys, Damien's coming back to town soon," Mom informs us, I smile when Cassandra's phone slips out of her fingers and falls to the floor.

I'll fill you in.

Damien Demarco, Son of Diego Demarco, our father's side business partner.

Damien was our childhood friend, Cassandra had a major crush on him but he just suddenly went to live in Spain and we never saw him again.

"Wha-what do you mean coming back?" She stutters, fluttering her eyes at Mom.

"Oh shit, she's stuttering," I chuckle, throwing a grape in my mouth. "I sure hope I'll be here when it all goes down," I lean back in my seat.

"Shut up, Luke," She slaps the table and I laugh.

"You think you'll be grown enough to tell him about the crush, honey?" Mom asks her, gently cutting through her sausage.

"I did not have a crush on him," She stuffs her mouth with a bun.

"We believe you, Cassandra." I smirk at her, she shows me her middle, Mom points at her warningly.

"Believe what?" He walks in and the air becomes... tense, especially my back since he's standing behind me.

"Nothing." Cassandra is quick to respond.

"Okay, Cassie, you have a shoot with Beauty magazine this Thursday, be there and go through your notes and Luke," he pauses which means that I'm required to turn around and look at him.

I slowly turn to look at him standing in the doorway in his black suit.

"You turned eighteen." He says the obvious.

"Yes sir." I clear my throat.

"Act like it." He tosses something small to me, I catch it mid air.

It's a button car key with an Audi symbol on it.

"I don't need another car," I hold the key between my fingers.

"No one's forcing you to drive it, the BMW goes to your sister, I want her to drive herself to school from now on." He looks at Cassandra, she flies out of her chair and literally runs to hug him.

I roll my eyes.

"Thanks, daddy." She says excitedly.

"You're welcome, princess." He kisses the top of her head and she pulls away, "I'll see you all later." He says, adjusting his jacket before walking out of the room.

I notice how he didn't talk to Mom or look at her or sit down for breakfast.

Typical.

"Wow." I examine the key, "More freshmen girls screaming in the parking lot, yey." I say sarcastically.

Cassandra stands by the window, looking outside. Probably looking at the car.

"Why are you always complaining? Not every eighteen year old on the planet drives an Audi R8 Spyder! grow up." She looks at me.

"So she's allowed to talk to me like that?" I turn to look at Mom who looks lost in thought.

"She's right, not even I drove that kind of car when I was your age." She's now playing with her food.

"Right, so I guess I should be thankful." I showcase a fake smile.

"Yep," Cassandra hurries towards me, "Car keys," She extends her palm in front of me.

I reach for it in my pocket, pulling it out and holding it in my hand, she tries to reach for it but I sway it out of her reach.

"Look at you, feeling all free for the first time in your life." I mock.

"Look at you, feeling all stuck in your own life all the time," She fires back, snatching the key from my fingers.

"Thank you, bye!" She rushes out.

"Drive safely!" Mom shouts after her.

"Luke.." She starts.

"I'm late." I stand, picking up my backpack.

"Do I need to book you an appointment with your therapist again?" She questions, I halt, looking at her.

"Mom, no offense but please, get the fuck out of my life." I say.

"Honey, I'm your mother, that's not possible. I know something's bothering you, you've been bitter lately and you're drunk every single night." She points out, "Therapy helped last time." She says calmly.

"You think something's bothering me and your solution to that something is therapy?" I raise my brows, "Mom, how about sit down and tell me about it? How about asking if I wanna talk about it? Last I checked, that's what good parents do before they bring up the word therapy."

"Oh." She shifts in her seat, "Do you wanna talk about it?" She asks.

I scoff in disbelief, shaking my head at her.

"Fucking unbelievable, how about you start with fixing your own problems first." I say as I walk out on her.

"Luke!" She calls but I keep on walking.

I step out of the house and I spot it parked near the fountain.

It's black, it's shiney, and boy is it an attention seeker.

I sigh.

"Fuck my life."