Mr Bodyguard

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- Lucifer -

Flashback:

"You only made $150 this week?!"

My 'mother' yelled right in my face. I flinched back, my breath quickening at the sound of her horific, threatening voice.

"I-I'm too young to make more th-than that," I explained, speaking nothing but the truth. 

I'm only 15, I get the minimum wage, I don't know how or why they expect so much from me. 

"Too young? What kind of fuckin' excuse is that?" my father slurred from the other side of the room, heavily intoxicated. 

"I'm sor-"

"Save the bullshit, Kennan."

(a/n - Before you get confused, Lucifer isn't his real name! He changed it to Lucifer so it'd be harder for his parents to find him. Only Niccolo knows that he changed his name because Lucifer told him before he left, hoping he'd come looking for him in the future) 

He interrupted, walking towards me and throwing his empty beer bottle at me, causing it to rip right through the skin on my face, leaving a deep, bloody gash. I winced in pain, but didn't scream. I don't want them to think I'm weak. 

The blood dripped down my face, falling onto my white shirt and staining it permanently. I can feel shards of glass pierced into my skin, leaving rough marks. I don't even have to see it to know that it looks terrible. 

My mother didn't do anything. 

She just stood there, watching the scene go down with a smirk on her face. 

"What do we do? This isn't enough, Seb," she whined, shoving the cash into her shirt pocket. 

They looked at each other, not uttering a word before my father finally spoke up. 

"Niccolo! Come down here quickly."

No. 

He better not be doing what I think he is. 

After a couple of seconds, Niccolo appeared, standing by the stairs. 

"Yes pa?"

He always had a pretty good relationship with our parents. He's the golden child out of us. He's got better grades, better manners, better looks, and way more potential than me. Because of this, they never took out any of their anger on him, but turned to me instead. 

The disappoinment of the family. 

"We need you to work with Kennan, he isn't making enough to provide for us," he informed him. 

Niccolo looked down, huffing quietly. 

"Come on, son. Think about us and how much happier we'd be with more money!" he encouraged. 

I remember him saying the exact same words to me not that long ago, coaxing me into becoming their personal slave. 

I shook my head towards Niccolo's direction, hoping he'd understand my silent signals. 

"I have to focus on school. I don't have time."

I sighed in relief. 

But the relief was gone the second father started walking towards my little brother with an fuming expression on his face. 

"What did you just say, boy?"

Niccolo gulped, moving away from the brutal man before him.