Just Listen

Chapter 37

KP's POV

My eyes darted between them. The tension rose. I saw it in Daddy's eyes that he didn't mean what he said. Uncanny mattered to him too, yet, as a parent, he made me a priority; Uncanny failed to be one. I left Uncanny and Daddy alone. I felt like there was still a lot that needed to be dealt with, internally. For one, was the fact that Daddy was still in love with Uncanny. The thought that she came first was unsettling. I could never take away what they shared before I existed into the picture.

I walked to Lucrecia's room. The thought of how we even became friends crossed my mind, and I smiled. Lucrecia did not judge the color of my skin. She saw me through La Vie en Rose-meaning that she saw life in rose-colored glasses. My eyes were on the floor when I opened the door; my chin rose. I felt the walls close in on me the blood pounded in my ears. My heart thudded in my chest. Gazing down upon my hands, I saw them trembling. My feet tingled, and my vision was impaired as if I were looking through celluloid.

"Why Walter?" I whispered, looking away from the scene before my eyes. His tongue was digging deep in Lucrecia's mouth. I couldn't take it. The betrayal I felt leaked through my eyes. He touched her in ways he would do to me, even better. Why?

Slowly, I turned around, closing the door shut. Whether it startled them, I didn't care. I ran as fast as I could. Found me at the hospital's garden outside. I sat on a bench nearby. The tears streaked down like a waterfall. How could Lucrecia betray me like that? Wasn't the girl code a thing?

"Hey, are you okay?"

I heard a girl's voice from behind me. I slowly dried the never-ending tears. The girl came and sat next to me and she handed me a handkerchief. I took it without hesitation nor looking at her face. "Thank you; for your kindness."

"No, problem. How does it feel to be defeated? Having a rich dad that does anything for you yet, I could never allow you to take what I want most in the world; you don't get to win every time."

 I was too busy nursing my broken heart that I hadn't had the time to register what this stranger had been saying. When I finally did, she was gone. My stomach felt rock hard. I've heard those exact words before. I swallowed hard, shoulders tight. I was about to head back inside when I hit someone's chest as I stood up, pheromones hitting my nostrils. He towered over me. I internally snarled at him.

"There you are!" he cooed.

My jaw tensed, and I took a step back. Walter noticed it. His head tilting slightly. I didn't want him near me nor touch me.

"I should be ashamed of myself. Let's be clear; I'm not, but I should be."

I froze. 

Covering the distance between us, Walter brushed off a strand of hair on my face. "You see, doll face, you may not understand. It may not be explainable, but people do bad things sometimes."

"Shut up! Just shut up!"

"Are you going to cry now?" he chuckled, throwing his head back. Biting his bottom lip with a smirk. "How did that feel?"

"Did you even love me!?" I blurted out while trying to calm myself. Tears were threatening to fall, and I refused to let them.

"What do you think?" he mocked me, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'll save you the trouble. I never did. It was pack-back for Angelo."

I shook my head in disbelief. My heart had a fracture-now he had just sledgehammered it down. If it was during the winter days, you could visibly see the steam that came out of my nose. Our eyes met, and his reminded me of Lucinda's evil glint. My shoulders slumped. The realization that he never told me how he broke up with her pinned onto the pile. A lump formed on my throat. After a moment, I spoke. "Do you still see her?"

In two words, he worsened that gut feeling, "Every day."

Taking in deep breaths, I shook my head and looked up to keep myself from crying. This was worse than breaking up with Angelo. Maybe because I thought I could be happy for once. In this case, I hadn't done anything wrong but fell for the worst person. He gave me a dirty look. I held my tongue when I saw a girl's frame walking towards us. I immediately recognized her. The corners of my eyes creased, the hurt replaced by fury. I eyed her down. Lucrecia came and stood next to Walter and held his hand. The act made me stumble back.

It was at that moment I saw Lucinda in Lucrecia. A gasp escaped my lips.

Wow!

"Hey, missed me?" her vocals shifting. They played me; real good. Memories of the both of us flooded my head, giving me a sudden migraine. I remembered her laughter as Lucinda and Lucrecia. They weren't so different after all. My hands balled into fists and flew in to hit my head; refusing to believe. I wailed, crouching to the perfectly trimmed grass. My heart gave off palpitations.  Why was this happening to me?

"You're one silly girl, Kamilah."

"Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you?"

"Your dad left my mom for that skinny two-faced wanna-be."

I looked up and saw a deranged girl, broken and bruised, hiding behind other people. She was good at masking it. I glanced over at Walter and saw an emotion I couldn't decipher. He disgusted me. The fact that I even fell for their trick made me feel dirty inside and out. I roughly dried my tears with the back of my hand and stood up straight. They might have hurt me, but they could not keep me down. I towered over Lucrecia or whatever her name was.

"How did you pull this off? How did you manage to be in two places at once? I've had dinner with ya'll."

She chuckled, "You've met both of my alter egos. The girl you've seen is my little sister, Lulu."

My mouth hung open, a family of sociopaths. I could not believe she'd drag a minor child into her mess. "And the baby? Who's the father? Walter?" I glared at him.

"Lucrecia is pregnant with Daddy's baby!" she chirped, and I felt sick.

"You're the same person. Wtf." I shook my head, feeling the migraine return. It was just a messed-up situation that I did not even understand why it existed. I saw them embracing and, it hurt. 

"You never deserved Angelo."

I snapped and slapped her hard. Walter's eyes bulged out of their sockets. "Hit me all you want. No one will ever love you and, you know it. Not even your mother does; especially with the way you are."

The latter statement hit home. She hit a nerve and, I became defenseless. I regretted ever laying eyes on her. Tears streamed down my cheeks, remembering how I would give an arm for this girl, and now she was the source of my pain. I walked past them back into the hospital building, making my face void of any emotions.

"How sure are you that your Michael's daughter!?" she called out. I choked out a sob. I couldn't take it anymore. I leaned against a nearby wall in the hallway and sat on the floor; hugged my legs, and cried my life out. Bolger.

A rough yet gentle hand brushed the hair off my face, a figure crouched next to me. "Why is such a pretty girl like you crying Justin a river?"

His pick-up line made me chuckle. Seconds later, he wiped my tears, and I flinched at his touch. His dark eyes mirrored an emotion I had never seen before. "Did someone hurt you?" he asked so gently and attentively. He had a fresh cut, a rigid jawline, he was gorgeous, and he reeked of that bad-boy aura; yet his face was alluring and gentle. I shook my head no, he smiled. "Well, I have to get going. I'm Vinyl, by the way." he took off before I could even respond.

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