Years ago tragedy struck the Calloway's causing the family to fall apart. Lucariah Augustine St. Francis Calloway was left in the ruins of it all with a mother who couldn't bother and a father who disappeared one night with his older brothers. For...
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I feel like I was trapped in a nightmare with no escape. Blair and I sat side by side, listening to Ambrosia and Sophia argue back and forth.
This had been going on for over an hour already. I'd concluded one thing about these two woman- they did not get along. At all.
Blair had yet to shed light on the matter at hand; it's as though she took my words and shifted them in her brain to make it bearable; collected Natarie so they could lock up windows together, and has sat beside me since.
I kept watching her, waiting for the moment she'd snap. Something inside told me she wouldn't though. She was tougher than she looked- or more heartless then she showed.
But I watched. And I waited.
And watched some more. And nothing.
"You can stop looking at me Luca," she murmured, sighing as a new round of shouts began. "Auntie Sophia, could you just shut up already. Please! You're going to trigger Natarie's migraine."
Sophia reeled on her niece, "Ambrosia is yelling too!" She pointed at the younger woman accusingly. A glare in her eyes.
Ambrosia threw her hands up, "I just asked if you wanted pasta!"
"I can't eat at a time like this!"
"Oh my gosh, you are unbearable."
Despite myself I couldn't help but laugh; the argument at hand was ridiculous given the situation at hand. Or maybe I was just loosing my mind.
Blair joined in shortly after, the chain reaction falling onto her younger sister until the three of us were hunched over in laughter.
Sophia looked offended; Ambrosia amused.
My laughter continued long after the others stopped, the joy I felt moments before turning to panic, then to tears. Ambrosia rushed to me, wrapping her arms around me in reassurance.
"It's okay," she sighed, "you want to help me make dinner?"
"No," I whined, stuffing my face into the fancy throw pillow Sophia uses to decorate her couches.
She rubbed my back with an open palm, her fingers lingering on a few puckered scars. My body shivered involuntarily as she ran the length of them. I felt her sigh, "are you sure you don't want to help, Lulu? You can make it however you want. I won't even help if you don't want me to. Maybe the girls can join too?"
I thought of last time they tried making us cook together. Evan had pushed for me to join him and the girls- only to ignore my very existence. Lith had taken me out to the park she went to when she was just a girl.
I didn't think it was a good idea to cook with Blair and Natarie. Even if we weren't much at odds anymore. At least Blair and I; I didn't really know what I thought of Natarie. We weren't family and we were friends even less.
