Vanessa's point of view

"What the hell is your problem?" Was the first thing I heard.

"You're my fucking problem!" Was the second thing I heard and it honestly scared me.

"What did I do?" Arzaylea yelled loudly. "I haven't done anything to piss you off! I help pay bills, I help clean, I help cook, all I do is give you love and support, god dammit Luke, what is wrong with you?"

"Nothing wrong with me! It's just you're a little bitch half the time and we have completely different views on this whole thing!" He told her.

"I'm a bitch? I'm the bitch? Have you met yourself Luke? What have I done for anyone here to hate me, and don't you dare bring the prank up because we all know you don't even care about that anymore." She said and I winced when Luke yelled.

"First you're rude to my fans, you're rude to paparazzi and that makes me a bad person, you want a family-"

"I'm rude to your fans? Do you see what they send me? Given, I have done maybe one or two things like the necklace and maybe I did do a few wrong things in the past, but at least I apologized. Also, I'm rude to paparazzi? I hardly talk to the damn people!" She yelled.

"But you don't have to continously throw shade and call them out!" Luke yelled at her. "As for the paps, I don't even care, you don't answer their questions, it's that simple!"

"Are you saying I can't stand up for myself? Are you saying that I should just sit there and let your fans call me a bitch, a whore, an attention seeker, and fake? Are you saying you're fine with me getting hate, that it doesn't even bother you? I'm your girlfriend Luke!" Arzaylea shouted and you could hear her voice crack.

"That's what I'm saying yes! Just leave it alone because when you reply, all you're doing is making yourself seem concieted, making me seem like a dick, and my fans feel like victims." Luke told her.

It was quiet for a second and I really wanted to see what was going on, so I pulled myself out of bed and walked downstairs slowly, quietly. I stopped before they could see me and I could faintly hear Arzaylea speak.

"Really Luke? They're victims? They're the victims in this?" She said. "They're the ones being bullied? They're the ones being put down for posting pictures of their boyfriend, which he was totally fine with? They're the ones who need to come off as rude, as concieted, jusy to show that they don't care what others say?"

"Are you really trying to pull that fake sympathy shit on me?" Luke asked and I wanted to hit him in the head. "It's not working Arzaylea."

"Fake sympathy? I don't need your fucking sympathy you asshole. What I need is your support because all I've done is love you and support you, but all you've done for me is bring me out in public like some kind of trophy and then pretend I don't exist when your fans decide to hate on the girl who's with you." She said and I felt like I should run down there and stop them before anything really bad haplens, but I didn't.

"Support me? You don't support me. Comments on my posts isn't supporting me-"

"I'm the one who goes to your concerts even though your fans want to tear me apart and burn me alive. I'm the one who continues to buy your albums and take people's pictures with you. Luke, what are you saying I don't support you?" She asked.

"You're clingy, you're rude, and I pay for everything." Luke said and I really wanted to throw a chair at him. "Seriously, all this shit, I paid for!"

"You buy me this shit, I never asked for it!" She yelled and I heard stuff hitting the floor. "I didn't ask for this watch, I didn't ask for this necklace, these earrings, this ring. You gave it to me and it was always a surprise for me because I never once asked you to buy me anything that's over triple digits."

"Bullshit Arzaylea. We all know you're just with me because I have money and because it will make you more famous." He said and there was a loud thump.

"Don't touch me Luke." She said. "I thought you loved me but I guess not. If you think I'm only with you for money and fame you're wrong. I have my own money and the fame thing clearly isn't working out, so if that's what I wanted, I would have left by now." She said and Luke yelled.

"What the hell are we supposed to do about Vanessa?" He yelled and my blood ran cold. "We can't just send her back, you know how big of a dick I'd look like?"

"All you care about is your reputation huh Luke?" She said. "'Oh, I'm going to look like a dick'. 'I'm going to seem rude'. 'You make me look like a bad person'. News flash Hemmings, the word doesn't revolve around you. How about you get your head out of the fucking clouds and realize you aren't as high and mighty as your fans make you out to be."

I walked upstairs quietly and then grabbed my phone and a bag. "Maybe you should realize that not everyone is going to fall for your pathetic little excuses to try and make you seem innocent. No matter how hard you try to hide it, you're a bitch." Luke yelled.

I packed some clothes, a journal, a pen, and my lockets. I zipped it up and then slipped on some Vans before putting my earbuds in.

I turned my phone on and clicked shuffle, Over And Out playing loudly. I put my glasses on and then walked downstairs quietly, still able to hear them argue through my music.

I snuck out through the garage door, being extra quiet as I closed the doors behind me, locking it aswell.

I walked away from the house, allowing my feet to take me wherever they wanted to.

-

I sat crossed legged infront of the box of flowers, which seemed fairly new. They were Daffodil flowers, his favorite because I had attempted to make a bouquet out of paper and pipe cleaners in class and it was the first present I ever gave him.

I smiled smally as tears brimmed in my eyes and I touched the gray stone, my fingers running over the engraved letters. "I miss you dad." I said, a tear falling down my cheek.

"I wish-I wish that maybe, maybe I could have died in that car accident. The lady accident the adoption center said I was supposed to, that I lost too much blood to be alive, that I was a miricale and should be grateful. Should I though?" I asked as a lump formed in my throat.

"A lot has happened and I don't think all the words in the universe could explain how it all made me feel. I also don't think I could string them together in a way to explain how much I miss you and mom. I wish that if I didn't die then, you guys didn't either. We either all go or we all stay, this whole two/thirds, one/third thing isn't working for me." I whispered and sniffled.

"I need you dad. I-I need you to scare off boys like you promised you would and I need to hear you sing one last time. I need you to tell me to wish upon a star and to give me advice on what to do. I don't know what to do." I cried, tears falling rapidly.

"I have a, a boyfriend I guess, and he makes me uncomfortable sometimes and he won't return my texts. It's been four days. He's twenty and I'm fifteen and I know it's wrong but-but-but I don't know what to do!" I said.

"The couple who adopted me just keep arguing now. I remember everything they said, and I remember the way the said it. It's like they absolutely despise each other. One of them always leaves and the other just drinks and smokes and sometimes leave aswell. Everything is falling apart after it became perfect and I don't know what to do." I said and put my head down.

"I'm so scared. I'm alone. I mean, I have Miranda but she has her own problems, with her grandma and her brother and all. I have Michael but he doesn't understand. His parents are happy, they're alive, and as far as we know, he isn't adopted. Ashton... Ashton doesn't talk to me, I don't have Bryana's number. I just feel so alone and so helpless. I need help." I said and I cried into my hands.

"I fucking ran away dad, I packed a bag and ran away because I'm sad and confused. I'm going to regret it for sure but I just need time to be free and away from weed, beer, and arguments. That isn't right, I know it isn't. I don't know why I kept telling myself it was fine." I said and ran a hand through my hair.

"Can I give you some advice?"

"God?"

"No, just your uncle Steven." He said and I looked up. "Need a hug there baby bear?" He asked and I jumped up, giving him a hug. "You're not a baby anymore actually, you're a young lady now." He said and smiled at me, his eyes glossy.

"I missed you." I said and squeezed him. "I have seen you in so long. I almost forgot what you looked like." I said and he laughed.

"Google is always a source." He said and rubbed my back. "What are you doing out here all alone? There are very creepy people on these streets young lady."

"What are you doing here?" I asked and he chuckled.

"Wanted to see my best friend once again since I'm in LA." He said and looked at the grey tombstone with me. "I miss you man." He said and I gulped.

"Your phone is ringing." He said and I reached into my bag, pulling it out. I looked at the ID and it was Calum. He finally decided to call me...

I declined it and he looked at me. "I did my research, isn't that Luke's band mate?" He asked and I nodded.

"Yeah." I said and he suddenly lifted my purse up, putting it on my shoulders. "What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Inconsiderate people with cameras and social media." He said and I nodded. I stayed by his side and he hummed. "Want that advice or not?"

"I could use all the advice I can get. My life is tumbling into a wreck." I said and leaned my head on him.

"Well, talk to that boyfriend of yours, tell him that he made you uncomfortable and that it's not okay to ignore you. Tell those parents of yours that weed and booze isn't the way to go, given they're still kids themselves. Tell those friends of yours that they're going to get through tough times and maybe try to make them understand." He told me and I nodded.

"I guess." I said and he rubbed my back. "Do you mind um, not stopping by that address I have you until the day before you leave? I don't want them to like... you know... be arguing and stuff when you're there." I said and he laughed loudly.

"Of course." He said and nodded. "Now, how about we catch up a bit? There's a nice café over there, and I haven't seen you in like four years." He told me and I nodded.

"That'd be great." I said and he chuckled. "Oh wait." I said and kissed my fingers before setting them on my dad's grave. "I love you."

I did the same to my mom's and then walked back up to uncle Steven. "They'd be so proud at how far you've come on life without them." He told me and I thanked him.