a losing battle - the last of us

[002] don't leave.

CHAPTER TWO

don't leave.

"I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY YOU NEED TO BE AROUND HIM SO MUCH." Michael complained. Lucia had been standing at the door for at least ten minutes, wanting to have already reached Joel's house to hang out with Sarah for the day whilst he ran errands. 

"He's not even going to be there, Michael. I'm hanging out with Sarah." Lucia said for what had to of been the sixth time. 

Michael's eyes rolled, massaging his temples as he continued trying to find a reason as to why Lucia didn't need to go. "And he couldn't get Tommy to do it, he just had to ask you, huh?" He snapped. "If you hate me so much then leave! What's he got that I don't have?" The man continued to scream.

"Maybe he actually listens to me. Get's me things that I actually want instead of a vacuum cleaner to clean your house with." Lucia grew more upset by the second, her bottom lip trembled softly as her hand ran through her long dark hair, trying to hold back from pulling at it, her gold earrings dangled from her ears, the angry part of her almost wanting to rip them out. Lucia knew the 'present' Michael had gotten her was lifeless, she could tell the moment she ripped away the bland wrapping he'd likely paid someone else to tape together. If she were honest, Lucia didn't even want to live with Michael in the first place, though, she wouldn't dare say that to him. Lucia had always been one to like having her own space, or, at least a space without Michael in it. 

Despite having lived with him for almost a year, nothing in the house felt like her. All of her decorations she had brought from her old apartment had either been sold, tucked away, or 'accidentally' broken; moreover, the house was cold, void of any life other than Michael's own knick-knacks, the bedroom especially void of any love or warmth. 

"So you're just a picky bitch, hm?" Michael questioned rhetorically, murmuring what was likely another swear directed towards the woman before grabbing his keys and walking out of the house, making sure to slam the door behind him. The house shook at the force, Lucia's eyes zoned in on the hardwood floor as she tried her best to stop herself from crying, her hands shaking at her sides. The woman only left the house once she'd heard Michael's car tires screeching around the corner, the sound of her car engine starting finally stopping the continuous ringing in her ears.

The drive to Joel's home had been quiet, Lucia's mind too busy to even think of turning on the radio, her hands keeping themselves busy as she worked the gear shift. Lucia sucked her bottom lip between her teeth as she pulled up to the Miller's home, taking in a few deep breaths to calm herself before she finally got out the car.