The Last Message (pt. 4)

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      The brightness of the lights blinded Lucas, and he swerved to the right of the dirt road. A massive truck barely missed his truck, and he pulled the truck over. He quickly grabbed the a flashlight from his glove box and inspected for damage. Mumbling curses under his breath, he sighed a breath of relief and whispered, "Thank the Good Lord for protecting my beautiful baby."

    He drove home shaken up, but without injury. The last few days he spent with his friends and girlfriend, having a couple of parties, 4 wheeling across the fields, and spending time with Avery.

     Finally, it was the day he was leaving. He sadly sat in his barren room. All that was left was the grey paint that was starting to peel, a couple of stray socks, and a miscellaneous stationary. Lucas took one last look at his childhood room, one he had lived in for the last 19 years of his life. He teared up at all the memories made here. The times his dad had read comics with him, the spot where he tripped and almost got a concussion, the worn spot to where he'd always scuff his shoes for whatever sport for good luck, the growth chart his family had against his doorpost, the wall where his medals and trophies once sat, his bookshelf, now half empty with books he needed for law school, and finally, the wall of him and Avery. His bed was bare, only the mattress left. 
     
    He had viewed his college dorm room online, and the Ivy Yard's Straus dorm didn't look too shabby. It was a nice room, that he would share with 2 other roommates. Most of his stuff was already packed into his truck. His family was downstairs and his 8 year old little sister Jamie ran into his room. 

     "Luuuu, why do you have to go. I'm gonna miss you so much. Who's gonna play Spider-Man with me? Who's gonna watch me go 4 wheelingggg? Who's gonna make pillow forts with me?" She ran into his arms and started crying softly. 

       Lucas picked her up gently and rubbed her back comfortingly, "Awwww, JJ. I'll be back in a couple of months to do all those things with you, don't you worry. I'll call you, Layla, mom, and dad, on the weekends, when I'm not be the super smart Spider-Man I am, and studying law. Now, I got surprise for you. Close your eyes, JJ," he set his sister down and sat next to her on the ground. He towered over her 3'9 figure by his 6'3 by alot but he always let her on his shoulders. 
   
      She put her hands over her eyes and giggled, "Okay, I'm ready Lu!"

     He placed an object in her hands and laughed excitedly, "Open your eyes!"

    


   Jamie gasped and squealed, "Miggy!"  Suddenly, Layla, Lucas's 15 year old sister leaned against the door frame and gasped, "MIGUEL O'HARA OUR BELOVED?" Layla slid next her younger sister and scoffed

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   Jamie gasped and squealed, "Miggy!"

  Suddenly, Layla, Lucas's 15 year old sister leaned against the door frame and gasped, "MIGUEL O'HARA OUR BELOVED?" Layla slid next her younger sister and scoffed. "Wow, Luke. Didn't even get me anything? Best big brother ever!" 

     He grinned and laughed, "Go check under your bed. I snuck in under there, after you went out with ANDREW this morning. He your boyfriend or something? I will gladly smash his head into a concrete block, run him over with the four wheeler, and bury him in the back woods, where no one goes," he punched his hand to add effect, and watched his sister turn red.

     "He's not, I swear. I'd never cheat on Miggy for Andrew. But Andrew did give me the hoodie I'm wearing right now.." she squealed excitedly before running down the hall to check under her bed.

     Lucas waited a couple of seconds, before hearing a screech and a "Lucas Alessandro Harisson. You did not. You. Did. Not. YOU FREAKING DID NOT!" 

     Jamie looked at him and they both ran into his sister's room. She was clutching a pillow and a shirt with Miguel O'Hara.




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