Lacuna (my missing part) in Latin
Esme Davis's fast life has become stagnant, or so she thinks. Until one fateful night she bumps into him. During the day she is a science major at UCLA, but at night, she is an underground street racer with an unbe...
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Silas
For some reason, seeing her upset or stressed made me... Worried. Although I brought Sean over to see Theya, maybe it wasn't a good idea to come into her home unannounced, but Genesis did invite us. Shit, I hate overthinking.
"Hello, Silas?" Stefano questions, and I snap back into reality.
"Sorry. I agree, and we'll get on with the planning. I have to go." I agree, and we hang up.
Looking out of the window facing their backyard, I watch as Esme leans her head back and closes her eyes. After a minute of contemplation, I decide to join her outside.
Esme eyes fly over to me when the door closes behind me, and rolls them hard in annoyance. I sit on the couch opposite of her, and copy her position. I can feel her burning dislike for me, and I start to think will it always be this way?
"Was Theya the real reason you came here? And don't lie, I can tell if you do."
"Sean did want to see Theya," I start, and she sighs and starts to get up. "But, I wanted to see and get to know you."
Esme's eyebrows basically fly to her hairline, and she sits back down on the couch, and smiles at me. A full fledged, real smile.
"I have to be honest, I was expecting you to lie."
"Why?" I find myself asking. I like to think of myself as a straight shooter, so this is a shock.
"As MJ said, "If you expect disappointment, then you can never really be disappointed." I rub my hand through my beard while nodding my head in deep thought.
"Have you been disappointed often?" I asked that in regards to guys, but it has an underlying meaning as well.
Esme sighs, and sinks back into the couch. I guess I will take that as a yes.
"Parents?" I expect for her to take some time answering, instead she answers immediately, "Couldn't find it in themselves to care about mine nor Genesis's well being even if you put a gun to their heads."
That is not the answer I was expecting. But it makes sense why Gen is always worried about leaving her for certain amounts of time. So she would be alone.
"Parents?" She asks this time, and I inhale sharply.
Why would I ask a question, knowing if I am asked it, I can't answer? Ever since their death, my parents have always been a sensitive topic for me. Why would I even ask?
Esme continues to wait for my answer, but when she realizes I'm not going to answer, she scoffs while shaking her head. Silence surrounds us once again, this time it's awkward.
Theya pokes her head out from behind the door and clears her throat. She keeps her eyes solely on Esme and says, "Hey, umm Gen warmed up the food. Sean said you guys would be able to stay and eat here. Is that ok?"
