Secrets of the Solomons

3. Fiona:

*26th September,2023*

Ever since the incident with Ginny at school, my friends have become a bit distant and even a little bit scared at school. So, life's been a bit lonely and stressful. And my trust issues are increasing, and slowly everyone just starts seeming suspicious. I find myself constantly questioning people's motives and intentions, which is taking a toll on my mental health. It's difficult to navigate social situations when I feel like I can't trust anyone around me.

After another exhausting and studious day at school, I go home to find my brothers, Luke and Lucifer, arguing. Their heated arguments only add to my stress and feelings of isolation, making it even harder to find solace in my own home. The tension between them adds another layer of strain to an already difficult situation, leaving me feeling more overwhelmed than ever.

"Hey! Both of you. Calm down!" I yell, trying to diffuse the situation before it escalates further. Despite my efforts, the tension in the room lingers, weighing heavily on my already burdened mind. "Shut up, Fiona. This has nothing to do with you." Luke snaps back, his frustration evident in his tone. I take a deep breath, realizing that their argument is far from over and that finding peace at home will be a challenge for the foreseeable future. Always. Ugh.

"Luke. I don't know if you've forgotten or something. But I am the head now. And you all are under my authority. So, it does concern me." I assert, trying to establish some semblance of order in the chaotic situation. Luke's expression softens slightly, but the tension remains palpable as we navigate this new dynamic in our family. "Fine. Do you want to know what happened? He was caught sneaking out last night. And he's been lying about it ever since," Luke finally admits, his voice strained with frustration. I can see the hurt in his eyes as he struggles to maintain control over the situation, knowing that our family dynamics have shifted irrevocably.

"You are being unreasonable. Lucifer is a grown man. He can go out whenever he wants. Just because you are all triplets doesn't mean he has to tell you everything. Calm down," I interject. Luke's jaw tightens as he looks at me, clearly disagreeing with my perspective. I can sense the tension rising in the room, realizing that this disagreement may only deepen the divide in our family.

"Says the one who's the reason Abaddon and Father are in jail." He retorts. My heart sinks at Luke's accusation, feeling the weight of guilt settle heavily on my shoulders. The silence that follows is deafening, punctuated only by the sound of our strained breathing. "Abaddon was involved in illegal work. He tried to kill me while I was in jail under our father's orders." I explain, my voice trembling with emotion. Luke's expression softens slightly, but the hurt and betrayal still linger in his eyes. The truth behind Abaddon's actions slowly begins to unravel, revealing a tangled web of family secrets and lies that may be impossible to mend.

"You deserved it. Why were you talented? Why did you steal our father's seat as successor? Maybe if you weren't such a-." Lucifer cuts him off. And says something. But my vision is already blurred and filled with hatred as I do the only thing I've recently learned to do. Violence. I lunge at Luke without listening to Lucifer, and I keep punching him while on top of him. I hear him screaming, and soon I realize it was me screaming as I hit him. Lucifer's voice fades into the background as the rage consumes me, fueling my violent outburst. The sound of my screams mingles with Luke's, creating a cacophony of pain and anger that fills the room.

The adrenaline coursing through my veins numbs the pain of each blow I deliver, my fists moving on autopilot. The only thing that matters at that moment is the overwhelming need to inflict harm upon Luke and to release the pent-up fury that has been building inside me.

Mom screams at me, yanks me off, and stands between me and Luke to protect him. Her tear-filled eyes plead with me to stop, to regain control of myself before it's too late. In that moment, as I see the fear and sadness in her eyes, a flicker of realization breaks through the haze of anger, causing me to pause.

Then she yells. "You are just like your father." Those words hit me like a ton of bricks, triggering a flood of memories and emotions. I feel a mix of shame, anger, and confusion as I struggle to process what she just said. It's a harsh truth that I can't deny, forcing me to confront the parts of myself that I've been trying to bury. Maybe I was so focused on being nothing like my father that I turned out to be just like him.

I get on my feet. Take a deep breath. And do the only thing I can. Go to my room. And lock myself in there.