Luring Lyra | Creepypasta Fanmade Spin-off [COMPLETED]

Prologue

Warning: implied abuse, smoking

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It was a warm summer evening, humid after a day of rainfall. Throughout the town of Glengrave, Michigan, screen doors were opened to keep cool, mosquitos hummed, and water droplets dribbled down from branches. The sun had just set, and the sky was a deep navy, with only a few stars glittering among the darkness. As wind whistled along the air, a tall young woman sat on the stony steps of her back porch, a cigarette held between her fingers. Her left shoulder was sore, and she could feel a bruise coming on.

It was a miracle family dinner had started off alright, if not tense, as always. But then, predictably, the young woman had said something that angered her father, and things had quickly gone downhill from there. The son had immediately bolted upstairs while the mother tried to break up the fight, but to no avail. Now, the young woman was sitting all alone on the porch while her brother hid in his room and her mother tried to calm her anger-issued husband.

Lyra exhaled, smoke billowing out of her mouth, as she heard the screen door open and close behind her. As usual, her long, messy, sunflower blonde hair was tied up in a high ponytail. The flannel she was wearing was tied around her waist so she wouldn't get too hot.

"Honey?" said a nervous voice.

Without looking behind her, Lyra patted the spot on the porch next to her, and her mother Connie sat down. For a moment, the women sat in silence as they both thought about the day.

"Is your shoulder okay?" Connie asked finally.

Lyra shrugged.

"Could be worse," she said. "Doesn't hurt anymore." That was a lie, but she didn't want to worry her mother. "How's Toby?" she asked.

"He's in their room," Connie answered. "He . . . h-he didn't wanna talk to me."

Connie sniffled slightly, and Lyra sighed as she looked at her feet.

"Sorry, Mom," she mumbled.

"Oh, sweetie, you don't have to apologize for anything," Connie reassured her gently, and she took her hand. "It's your father's fault for lashing out at you; you were just talking about your girlfriend."

Lyra's jaw clenched. In reality, she had just brought up her girlfriend to get under her homophobic father's skin. She shouldn't have put her mother and younger brother at risk . . . again.

But if only she could give her father a taste of his own medicine.