Nightlight: A Chloe Lukasiak Fanfiction

Chapter 2: To The Grave

"Morning, Clara. Did you sleep well?" I asked my little sister the next morning. I had gotten up before her and after seeing that the house was once again empty, I decided to make breakfast for us.

Our mother never bothered with it anyway.

"Yeah. How about you? After what happened?" She asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

"I slept just fine once you were there." I answered while flipping a pancake.  I grabbed the already made plate of pancakes and the syrup and handed it off to Clara, who was sitting at the counter. She thanked me before grabbing her fork and greedily digging in.

While I was making my own pancakes, my mind began to wander. There was no doubt in my mind that our mother was passed out at some random guy's house that she met at the bar. I'm sure she slept with him, too. And I'm sure that she won't come back home for a few more days. Weeks even.

But, Clara and I still loved her. I mean, she was our mother. She may not be here all the time and she may be a drunk, but we love her all the same.

"Are we going to see Dad today?" Clara asked as she walked to the sink to clean up her plate.

"It's Saturday, isn't it? We always do." I answered, eating a bite of my pancakes.

Clara nodded and washed her plate and her fork. When she was done, she headed upstairs to get dressed.

I ate the rest of my food before washing up and heading upstairs as well. I walked into my room and grabbed a pair of dark blue jean shorts, a white cami, and a grey off the shoulder top that had "Paris" written on it in black bold lettering. I changed into the outfit quickly and slipped on some socks and my white Converse.

While I was brushing my hair, I heard Clara call my name. I dropped my hairbrush on my counter and rushed to her room, where I found her staring at two outfits that were laid out on her bed.

"I don't know which one Dad would like the best." She said thoughtfully.

I gave her a soft smile and put my arm around her shoulders. "You know that Dad won't care what you wear. He still thinks you're beautiful no matter what."

Clara sighed. "If only I could hear him say that one more time."

I nodded. "I know. Me too, Clarebear."

After Clara chose an outfit, I headed back to my bathroom to finish my hair and makeup. I brushed my hair up into a high ponytail and applied foundation, powder, light eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. When I was finished, I grabbed my car keys from my desk and headed downstairs to wait for Clara.

I had luckily turned 16 before my dad died so I was able to get my license. So now, I drive my family's old car that we only used when someone else in the family had left with the other vehicles we had.

Clara came down the stairs then and walked outside, me trailing behind her. I locked the front door before climbing into the driver's seat. I made sure Clara buckled beside me before starting the car and backing out of the driveway and off down the street.

"Do you know when Mom will be home, Chlo?" Clara asked after a few minutes of silence.

"I'm not sure, boo. But, I bet she'll be home soon." I answered. I really didn't know when she'd be back. This was the third day since she left, and I've had no contact from her at all.

Hopefully, she's not dead in a ditch somewhere.

I turned under the archway that read "Murrysville Cemetery" and drove down the long and winding roads. Large and small headstones were passing by slowly, all showing the final resting places of those who once were alive and well.

I pulled off to the side of the road and parked the car, finally finding the headstone we needed to see. I jumped out of the car and met up with Clara on the other side before walking up to our father's small headstone.

Micheal Greg Lukasiak
    Loving father, son, and husband
  1968-2016

I looked down at Clara, who had tears dripping down her cheeks. I grabbed her into a hug and kissed the top of her head, knowing that no words could be said to comfort her.

We haven't been the same since our father had been killed in a car accident 4 weeks ago. My father was out driving in the night. It relaxed him and helped him think. I never knew why it amused him so much. A drunk driver happened to be on the roads that night and slammed right into him, killing him instantly. We didn't even get to say goodbye.

That's when my mother turned to alcohol, ironically. And that's when she left us to fend for ourselves.

I'd already been afraid of the dark.

The fear only intensified after my father had been killed in the night.
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Let me note that I had no idea what their father's real name is lol. So I just made something up.

What do you guys think about Chloe's mother? And what about how her father was killed? And her fear, does it make more sense now?

This story is actually one of my favs that I've written lol. I can't wait to continue.

Love you guys!😘😘