Heart Of Gold || Outerbanks

21.

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Lucy laid on the bed in the chateau, staring into outer space.

The blanket was wrapped around her body, her muscle aching with loss. It was a miracle to see the girl out of bed, but you also knew if she was up she was going to the Chateau to sulk and stare at the wall with brokenness.

But she wasn't the only one who did that.

JJ, Kie, Pope. They all made their way back to the Chateau, trying to find any comfort in their sick and twisted world.

It was their coping process.

But today Lucy was alone. Besides her mother, Isabel, who was throwing out any garbage that was left around the fish shack, trying to clean it up a bit.

It was part of the mother's coping process.

When Big John had died, and Isabel had finally gotten the strength to get up, she started to clean, going into the every single room of their home and the chateau, cleaning it inch by inch.

Everyone copes in different ways.

Lucy heard her mom walk into the room. The women looked at the dresser.

It was a complete disaster, random stuff littering the top of it. John B's clothes unfolded and stuffed into the draws. It was so bad that most of the draws didn't shut, his clothes sticking out from them.

"Maybe ill tidy up his dresser." Isabel said.

Lucy finally loved her gaze from the picture of John B and his father thay stood on his nightstand, to her mother.

She watched as her mother reached for the dresser, her heart breaking.

"Stop." She spoke. If the wasn't for how quiet the Chateau was, her mother wouldn't of heard her daughters weak and feeble whisper.

"What's wrong?" Isabel asked, going to her daughter.

"Don't move his stuff." Lucy whispered, her eyes full with sorrow. "Throwing away empty beer cans and stale food is one thing. Please don't touch his stuff."

She didn't want to accept it.

She didn't want to think of him not coming back to shove more dirty clothes into his draws. Or to him not throwing his random shit on the top of dresser.

Isabel sighed, brushing her daughters tear.

Lucy didn't even realize she had started to cry.

Guess that's what happens when you cry for a week straight.

You become numb to the sensation.

"I won't." Isabel promised her.

Suddenly they heard car doors closing, and chatting getting closer to the house.

Isabel went outside of the room, looking out, "Who is it?" Lucy questioned, thinking it was one of the Pogues.

"It's Shoupe."