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4. Flashbacks

Tw: slur words, panic attack
L U C A S

I wake up with pain in my head. It's awful. I'm never drinking again, i sit up looking around as i scrunch my nose a bit. I don't remember being brought home. I run my hand through my hair, sighing into myself. I get up from the bed, walking into the bathroom going to take shower when i took a glance at my reflection in the mirror as i cringe to myself. I look at my neck to see love bites or even bruises as i run my finger over them making me wince slightly.

What the fuck?

I strip off from my clothing before hopping into the shower. I sigh in relief as the water runs down my body, i feel like i need to cleanse myself but i don't know why i need to. It's like my body wants to get rid of something but i don't know what.

Why can't i remember anything from last night?

I wash myself clean before getting out wrapping a towel around my waist before going back into my room. I grab a pair of new boxers and my grey Nike sweatpants without putting on a shirt, putting them on before going back into the bathroom to brush my teeth and clean the shower. I walk back out, making my bed the best way i can.

I leave my room and began walking down the corridor down the stairs to the kitchen to hear some chatter. Walking in i see my two oldest brothers and my father chatting amongst themselves. I don't say anything as i make my way over to the cabinet grabbing a bowl with a spoon and lucky charms, walking over to the fridge getting the milk pouring it into the bowl then the cereal.

I turn around bowl with cereal and spoon in hand when i stopped when i see my brothers and father looking at me with a frown and anger for some unknown reason as i furrow my brows, "what?" i questioned.

"What the fuck happened to your face!?" Papa yelled as he looks at me mad as i still stand their like a statue not moving obviously confused.

"What do you mean? Don't you mean your face, Old man" I retorted as he scoffs. Enzo gets up from the stool, walking over to me grabbing my face into his hand accessing something which i still don't know what.

"Did you get into a fight?" He asks calmly as i look at him confused, he notices this and grabs his phone turning it on to camera. I glance at myself in the phone before flashes of last night finally come back to me as the bowl and spoon drops from my hands as i move back to the counter behind me leaning on it as my breathing picks up.

Party.

Lyn.

Brings me to a room.

Strips us both naked.

Me shouting at her for not wanting to do it.

Getting slapped.

....

Aiden.

There are no words that could come out of my mouth at this moment as Enzo gets in front of me shouting at people behind him to get something. There's nothing, no words that could properly describe what i am feeling at the moment. It's every possible emotion that is flowing through me at the moment but at the same time nothing. The woman i thought i loved, used me. She slapped me. The anger, the sadness, the confusion. Every single raw emotion is trying no wanting to come out at the same time by doing so they cancel each other out.

and this is what I'm left with; emptiness.

I feel tears begging to be unleashed as i hear voices calling out to me but i'm to far gone. Lyn. The girl who i thought i could trust, love. Would do such a cruel act.

"Aiden" i hear myself mumble out as the voices decrease slightly. I don't why but i want him. I need him at this very moment. He was there, he helped.

'you're eyes are my favourite colour"