His Lifeline | [2] ✔️

1. Thinking of him

L U C A S
2 months before Amelie arrives
2021

Since i was five years old my life has never been the seem. I had to watch the horror of my twin sister getting kidnap by my own mother and i couldn't do anything about it because i thought she was just taking my baby sister somewhere like getting her a drink from Emmi waking me up from her crying and mother repeating over and over again that she has to be a good girl or papa will get mad. I at the time didn't really think a second thought that my own mother would take my twin away from me.

We all trusted her.

That night i remember so figuratively that i cried myself to sleep in my papa's arms. Heck all my brothers, papa and me slept down stairs bunched up together. Of course Father didn't blink an eye that night, from my blurry vision i remember him leaving us when he thought that we were all asleep. I followed him to his office, seeing him shouting over the phone, i knew from then that my little sister was gone.

But i never lost hope.

Everyday i kept my bright bubbly smile on my face, but it was mostly for everyone else. I was like their lifeline. But who was mine?

Years past, it was my eighth birthday, that day is when i really knew that she wasn't coming back to us, to me. I lost hope. That was the last birthday i ever celebrated. But not celebrating my birthday marks the day i get the worst of the worst panic attack's and night terrors of that night. But my brain takes that memory and absorbs it to make a new one like watching my baby sister sleeping peacefully but when i move closer i see blood linking through her pink onesie.

Even then i still get nightmare's every single night, its constant all year round. None of my family knows this still to this day that i suffer from this because of my fake smile. Medication doesn't work so i retaliate to drinking and smoking. I tried drugs but i didn't want to get addictive and worry my family so i didn't go that route. Even thought smoking is still worse, it calms me.

So now here i am seven years later with no hope or life left inside of me. The only person i would say that knows what's happening to me is my best friend Aiden. He found out accidently, it took awhile for me to agree for him to asleep over my house when i was ten roughly and he witness my panting and tears. I thought that would be the last of Aiden ever being my friend because i acted like a baby but he just whispered nonchantly in my ear and hugged me tight all night before i fell subconcious with dry tears on my puffy cheeks.

Snapping out of my thoughts as i try to pay attention to my girlfriend, Lyn. She moved here over a year ago and i was her tour guide. She seemed like a really nice cheery girl and i fell in love with her at first glance. Weeks past with Lyn hanging out with me and Aiden, I finally caved into asking her out and to my luck she said yes. I brought her out on a date that following weekend to a out door cinema and a stroll through the park eating ice cream. It was amazing.

She got popular from hanging out with me and Aiden but he's shy and quite but not around me. I see the real him just like he see's the real me.

So days turned to weeks and weeks turned to a year and here we are still together and i'm really happy.

"i told her that blue doesn't match with yellow and she was like-" Lyn rambles on about this chick, i zone out of her rambling and looked across the field to see Aiden sitting on the blenches reading with his glasses hanging down his face as a small smile lift up at the corners of my mouth. He looks so cute in those.

Lucas what the fuck don't say that about your best friend, i scolded my self shaking my head before a frown replaced the small smile.

Over everything i feel I do feel like I'm missing something or someone. Because of having a girlfriend it gave me less time to spend with my best friend. I don't remember the last time we hung out just us two without Lyn popping out of the blue. She was everywhere but i didn't complain as she is my girlfriend.