Coming Home For Christmas

Luca's POV.

Urghtt.

There's nothing worse than waking up in the morning after a heavy night of drinking and having to deal with all of the awful side effects of

it.

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You'd think I'd be useu’w the hangovers now with how much I drink but I'm not and I don't think I'l ever get used to it.

I groaned in discomfort as I turned over to my left hoping to snuggle up with my husband but I ended up recoiling like a vampire when the

bright sunlight hit my eyes.

Ialso flinched when I straightened out my hand and felt pain in my stiff knuckles.

Ilook down at my hand and my eyes widened when I saw they were bruised and cut up to f**k.

What the f**k?

How did I hurt my hand like this?.

What happened last night?.

Wait, how did I get home?.

Fuck, how much did I drink last night?.

Normally when I go out drinking, I always remember where I went, what I did, what I drank, and who I was hanging out with but most

importantly I always remember how I got home but not this time, this time I don't remember anything.

shit.

Dylan is gonna kill me.

He's been warning me for a very long time now that I need to curb my drinking for the sake of us and our family but I haven't listened to

him and now I'm starting to fear that I may have pushed my man too far.

Ilet out a sigh as I looked over to my right and my eyes narrowed on my bedside table where there was a glass of water, two tablets and a

note resting against the glass.

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I picked the note up and read it, groaning as I did.

“Take these tablets, drink this water, have a shower and freshen up, when you finally look and smell more like the man I love and not your

grandma Bunny, come and meet me downstairs, love D'.

Shit, he must be more pissed than I thought if he's not leaving kisses on his notes to me.

This may seem silly or inconsequential to you all but it's not to me, Dylan has always left kisses on his notes or texts to me even when he

was angry, so this proves he's more than just pissed with me.

I groan in frustration as I run my hands over my face and through my hair several times before getting up and heading into the en-suite

bathroom.

I quickly had a shower washing the smell of alcohol, smoke and weirdly enough perfume off me before changing into a t-shirt, a pair of

sweatpants and a pair of slippers.

Ishould be going to work today but there's no way that's gonna happen unless a miracle does and it heals me of this god-awful hangover.

When I was finished freshening up, I head downstairs expecting to see my husband, my children and maybe the nanny and some maids but

what I ended up finding is what shocked the living hell out of me.

What are they doing here?.

“Mom, dad, Justin, Liam..what are you guys doing here?"

“Dylan called us, he's worried about you, we all are”

Justin growled as he looked at me angrily, while Liam looked at me like he's disappointed with me, Dylan looked worried and concerned, my

mom also looked at me with a worried expression and my dad was his usual stoic self.

The old man very rarely shows emotion anymore and when he does, it's only when he's angry or during sporadic happy moments with our

family.

He never used to be this way, it's only ever since my sister ran away that he's become this stoic, emotionless robot.

"There's nothing to be worried about Justin, I'm fine"

“Oh, really, son? so getting drunk every night, falling out of clubs like an aggressive and belligerent i***t and fighting anyone who even

looks at you sideways, all the while neglecting your husband and children is you being fine, is it?"

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My dad asked angrily.

“You make me sound like an alcoholic”

"Are you not?"

Liam asks shocking me.

"Of course not...of course, I'm not an alcoholic, how can you even ask me that, Liam?"

"You're right, Luc because your actions are showing us the complete opposite, right?"

Liam growled and I sighed as I ran my hands through my hair.

"We're just worried about you, baby, I mean, you haven't been the same ever since..."

My mom drifts off and a sombre feeling falls over the room as we all know where she was going with what she's saying and she's right, I

haven't been the same since Lacey left.

Lacey wasn't just my little sister and my princess, she was also my best friend whom I betrayed in more ways than one but I betrayed her in

the worst way by having an affair with her beloved best friend/fiance.

Life has been incredibly difficult and painful for all of us ever since she left and there hasn't been a single day where we haven't worried

about her because we don't know where she is or if she's ok.

We did hire private investigators to look for her and weirdly enough, Justin's best friend Logan Black has also been looking for Lacey but

none of them have found anything on her, it's like she's fallen into a black hole.

“Look son, we understand that you're hurting and you're upset, we all are, we all miss your sister like crazy, we also know that you feel guilty

about what happened but you've gotta let it go, you can't keep punishing yourself like this, especially not now that you're married with kids"

“Yeah, says the guy who's so wrapped up in his own guilt from slapping his baby girl and forcing her into a marriage she no longer wanted

that he's become an emotionless robot ever since”

I growled at my father who glared at me.

“Don't you dare bring that up, boy, you know DAMN WELL, how much I regret doing what I did"

“It's not me you have to convince of that dad, it's Lacey...our Lacey whose face is forever burned in my mind with the look of heartbreak and

betrayal etched on her beautiful features because of what we all did”

I growled as I pointed at everyone in the room.

“Yes, Dylan and I did Lacey wrong, we should've come clean about our feelings and our sexualities a lot sooner, maybe then things would've

been different but don't sit there and act like we're the only ones at fault here because we're not and I'm so sick of this family putting the

blame solely on us"

“Nobody blames you or Dylan, honey..."

“Oh with all due respect mother, wake the f**k up, your husband and your sons have been blaming us for six years...in their eyes, it's only

our fault she ran away when it's not, is it, dad?"

I glared at my father as tears streamed down my face as he looked at me with a murderous look but I didn't care, I was done being the

scapegoat for this.

“Lacey loved you, dad..she idolised you and all she wanted was for the marriage contract between her and Dylan to end because she

couldn't be with a man who didn't want her or who couldn't love her like a husband should but you didn't care about that, did you? because

all you saw was dollar signs, not to mention you witnessed your one and only little girl walking into your home like the slut she wasn't and

you couldn't stand the fact that she was no longer a virgin, could you? it disgusted you and pained you that our little Lacey was no longer

pure and that she'd given herself to someone who wasn't Dylan and when she fought you, when she fought you against this marriage, you

hit back by hitting her"

“THAT'S ENOUGH!"

My dad growled as he got up in my face.

"You say one more word, little boy and I'l..."

“You'll what? you'll hit me as well?...well, go ahead, dad because drinking myself into a goddamn drunken stupor isn't helping me with the

guilt and the pain that I've been feeling for six f***g years, maybe a good old slap from dear old daddy will make me feel better"

“You little..."

My dad raised his hand to hit me but was stopped by a round of claps coming from behind us.

We all looked behind me and my eyes widened when I saw the last person I was expecting to see standing there dressed in one of the best

designer suits ever made with a smirk on his face as he leaned against the archway of my living room watching us like we're his favourite

movie.

“Logan..what are you doing here?”

“Sorry, I'm late for the family meeting"