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Chapter 2

CHAPTER TWO

Brandon placed the bowl of pasta down on the table, the shock was still running through both their bodies. Neither of them had wanted to speak to the other ever since Brandon had told him the news.

"You know, you've had a long day, Lucas," he spoke down to him as he poked at his plate of creamy pasta, "you should really eat something." He let out a heavy sigh as Lucas pushed his plate forward.

"I'm not hungry." Lucas mumbled to him, barely an audible sound. Brandon watched him as he stood up and walked out of the room, disappearing behind a wall.

The glass of the plates was hotter than he thought, giving him a small jolt of surprise as Brandon picked it up. He watched as the plate made its way from my hand to meet the floor. The action gave Brandon an idea of how he felt like the plate right now. He picked up Lucas' plate and scraped the whole dish back into the pot.

After packing up the left overs and cleaning the mess, he leant against the sink and let out a shaky breath.

He had no idea how long he had been standing there, but it had definitely been over an hour. Brandon couldn't even recall what he had been contemplating about. The shock must've worn off because warm, wet streaks had made an appearance on the outside of his cheek.

He walked around the house, locking all the doors and windows, than slowly made his way up the stairs and down the hall. Brandon stopped for a moment outside Lucas' door. Loud, muffled sobs and cries made their way through the door and out into the hall way.

He raised his fist and froze his hand an inch away from the wood of the door, hesitating whether he should knock or not. After a few quick seconds he decided to let him have some personal time and space.

Echoes continued down the hall as he continued his way to the master bedroom. As soon as he walked in, her smell shot around him and more tears came. Brandon shuffled his heavy feet, which felt like bricks, to the side of the bed and collapsed into the thick, cosy blankets.

Brandon was now engulfed in her scent and never wanted to leave. Tears spilled out of his eyes as if there was no end. Thoughts filled his head; I'm never going to see her again! What if they take me? What would Lucas do if I was gone?

The walls started to show a tint of orange, Brandon's initial thought was that a fire had started. Relief flood through him as he realised it was only the sun. But that had meant he had been mourning the entire night...

His feet made small, quite thumps on the wood board floors as he made his way to the connected bathroom. All of Anastasia's perfumes and make up was sprawled across the bench.

Brandon picked up each item that once belonged to Anastasia and placed them all, carefully, into their respectful drawers. The process had made Brandon think about all the times Anastasia had dressed up, all the times she had bothered to put time into applying makeup, all the times she had worn each different scent.

"Dad?" Lucas asked, voice raspy from all the crying, as he stood in Brandon's doorway, "I-is she r-really g-g-gone?" He looked back up at him, eyes full of hope.

Brandon turned to look at him, "I'm so sorry..." he said, barely audible.

Lucas turned around, unable to look into his father's sad eyes. He then left the room, without another word. Brandon stared at the doorway gloomily before turning back to the mirror.

Damn! He reached up and brushed his hand over his skin. Blood stained over his pale skin, dark bags decided to make a pit stop underneath his bloodshot eyes and his lips were badly chapped.

Brandon ran his hand through his thick, dark hair. How did he always manage to look a mess? He asked himself. He got out his phone to check the time, much to his disappointment, his phone was flat.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, he walked to his bedside table and put his phone on charge. Brandon then walked out the room, down the hall, down the stairs, through the lounge room and into the kitchen. Lucas walked in and sat on one of the stools as Brandon started to prepare breakfast.

"Just a question," Started Lucas, trying to brighten the mood, "do I have to go to school today?" Brandon chuckled and shook his head. "Okay, cool, one up to having your mother killed, huh?"

Brandon shook his head in amusement as Lucas continued to attempt to lighten the mood. He had succeeded a few times, making his father laugh a little, but other than those small moments, their day had been full of heavy thinking and sudden break downs. Together though, the two boys had helped each other through the grief and depression.

The depression lasted for weeks on end, crying echoed around the house and the nights was dead silent. Brandon had really felt horrible for his son, how he had to face the struggle of having no mother.

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