Skylar's P.O.V:
"Lucien.." I started as soon as we reached home...the mansion.
As soon as we reached the mansion, it was a 2-hour ride, I was too far apparently.
He just pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head before walking upstairs making me sigh as I plopped onto the couch.
"What happened? I haven't seen him that upset since forever" Mr Butler person asked (Yes, I forgot his name)
"I drunk and drove...rode, got drunk and rode my bike"
"Excuse me?"
"I fucked up" I let my head fall onto the pillow and further pressed my face into it. "I fucked up and he won't talk to me, I mean he's not even glaring, or yelling or even like blowing up"
"Maybe he's trying not to do that" He said with a sigh.
God, I really was burdening both of them, wasn't I?
Well, it'll end soon.
"Would you like anything?" He asked
"Nope" I was pretty sure my voice was muffled.
"Alright, then, good night, don't worry about him, he'll just take the night" I nodded to my the pillow and heard his footsteps fade away.
Maybe I should just sleep for now.
Nah.
I got up a took a case file lying down with it and read through hoping it'll bore me to sleep.
Somehow, even though I don't care, I didn't like the fact that he didn't say anything.
He could've just laughed or yelled or even punched me (I doubt he would though) and I would have taken that
With a sigh, I continued.
Lucien's P.O.V:
I have no idea what to do.
AND I ALWAYS KNOW WHAT TO DO!
One part of me wants to scold her and yell at her.
Didn't she know the reason the accident took place was because of a drunk driver, dad would have been alive right now if it weren't for that.
What if she had gotten hurt? or something worse?!
And then there is the part which wants to just hold her and ask her what's wrong and why'd she drink?
Probably a lot of reasons and all y fault and then finally there's that part of me which just wants be a sibling.
Just laugh with her about it, or tease her about it, not the other to options and it just sucks.
It would be so goddamn easier if Dad and Mom were alive.
Yes, even Mom would do at this bit because I have totally no clue.
That call somehow filled me with unexplainable rage.
I was scared at first....was she hurt and not telling anyone? was anyone else hurt?
And then seeing that she was alright....rage filled me, what if she wasn't? What if she ended up like Dad? or the other person in the accident who was in a coma, for the past 14 years at that! What she lost her sight or hearing or the ability to move, what if she lost her mind or herself altogether.
But she's just a teen, right? Just a kid, they rebel...right?
I have no idea, growing up because of my IQ I was in college before I was even 17? and working before 18.
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