The first week is spent in silence and tension and solitude.

Usually, Luke is gone, but when he's hear, he's hungover and quiet and radiates anger.

It's not my fucking fault.

There's just quiet tension, until I accidently close a door too loud or drop something and then Luke just starts screaming.

It's fucking not my fault. Why does he think it's my fault?

Maybe it is my fault. It's my fault i can't leave, at least. I could, I'm just too weak and dependent and stupid.

Now it's been three weeks. Luke left yesterday after screaming at me while I sobbed and yelled back at him.

"Bbaaabbyyy?" I hear him slur as he comes into the house. He finds me in the guest room where I've been sleeping and lays down next to me on the bed, trying to cuddle me, but I push him off myself and get up.

"Nooo!" He whines, trying to grab for me.

"Leave me alone, Luke."

"I'm lo-onnnnneeellyyyy."

"Well then maybe you shouldn't be such a huge fucking dick."

"Stoppp - no being meannn."

"Fuck off." I say as I walk out of the room and down the stairs.

"don't-not fucking walk awaay from meh!" Now he's mad again. He chases after me and shoves me the rest of the way down the stairs.

"Luke! What the hell?! Get out! Leave me the fuck alone! Like you always do!"

"It's m-my fucking house, bitch! Go find someone else to mooch off!"

"Fuck you!" I cry, tears streaming down my face.

"Get out! Get the fuck out of my house!" He slaps me before grabbing my arm and dragging me to the door.

"Get the fuck out!" He screams as he opens it and shoves me into the winter air. "I'm fucking done with you!"

"What the fuck am I supposed to do, Luke?!" I scream.

"I dont fucking care! Go be a whore, but don't come back here!"

He slams the door in my face and I fall to my knees and sob, banging on the door and yelling at him to open it for a while, before I give up and rush through the cold streets to a little corner store.

I have no where to go. My parents kicked me out a long time ago, I have no other family, no friends, really.

I sigh as I pull my phone out of my pocket, grateful it was their when Luke threw me out, and I call Calum.

I'm not very close with any of the boys, but I'm good enough friends with them that I think they'll understand if I shame and Luke got in a fight and I don't want to be around him for a while or some dumb excuse like that.

They know Luke has a bit of a drinking habit, but they don't know how serious it is. And they don't know how horrible he can be.

"Hello?"

"Hey cal."

I give him the fake story I came up with and he agrees to let me stay at his house for a bit while things calm down.

I code Calum because recently he seems to be the one Luke hangs out with the least.

He picks me up and we go to his house, and I spend the next few days hiding out in his guest bedroom.

"Delilah!" Calum calls. I sigh and get out of bed and go to the kitchen where Calum is.

"Uh, Luke called. He said he's gonna be here in a minute." He says, almost as if he feels guilty.

I sigh and nod, smiling reassuringly, to let cal know I'm not upset.

"Delilah?" Luke calls as he walks into the house.

"Yeah." I sigh as I meet him in the living room. Nothing else is said.

"Thanks Calum." Luke bro hugs Calum before looking to me again.

"Lets go." We get in the car and sit quietly as he drives.

"I know I told you to go whore around but I didn't think it'd be with one of my friends." He says with a straight face and an emotionless voice.

I roll my eyes and scoff, not dignifying him with a response.

"You're not even denying it." He scoffs. I let out a humorless laugh.

"I'm so fucking done with your shit Luke. If you think I'm some whore who would sleep with your friends then why did you come get me? Why don't you just leave me the fuck alone?"

"You couldn't leave without me and you fucking know it."

"Fucking watch me."

"Yeah, whatever."

The second we're back home I'm in our room packing my stuff into a suitcase.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Leaving. I'm done with you. I can't do this anymore."

He doesn't say anything, just leaves the room. I finish packing and storm out of the house.

"Where are you going?" He calls.

"Why the fuck would I tell you?!"

I go to a hotel, pay for the night, and sleep the night and the next day away.