My Famous Dad. (Pierce The Veil fan fiction)

Chapter Two

Lacy

When I wake up, Jaime is gone and the covers are thrown over me. I push the covers away, standing up and making my way into the bathroom. I do my business, brushing out my hair, before making my way downstairs. I walk into the kitchen to see Jaime cooking breakfast.

"Ah. You're awake!" he says, flipping a pancake and diverting his attention to me.

"Mhm." I hum as I grab a glass, filling it with water.

"You okay?" he asks, putting the pancake on a plate.

"Yeah." I mumble, looking around.

"What you looking for?" he asks.

"Where's some Tylenol at?" I ask. He walks over to a cabinet and pulls out a bottle of the medicine.

"Here." he says, and hands it to me. I open it, pouring two out, and swallowing them. I give him the bottle back and sit at the counter on one of the stools.

"Wanna eat?" he asks, fixing himself a plate.

"No. I'm not hungry." I say, picking at my finger nails.

"You need to eat though." he says, sitting beside me.

"I'm not hungry."

"Lacy, you need to eat."

"No I don't Jaime! If I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry!" I snap, feeling the tears flow. He sighs, reaching over and rubbing my arm. I sob, pulling my knees up to my chest.

"I just want to be normal.. I'll never be normal.." I croak.

"You are normal darling.." he says, taking a bite of food.

"I'm gonna go get dressed." I mumble, standing up and heading back to the guest room. I pull my bag on the bed and zip it open. I pull out a pair of blood red skinny jeans, a Memphis May Fire sweater, a black spaghetti stringed tank top, socks, and my black Vans. I quickly get dressed, looking in the mirror at my reflection. The cuts on my wrist burn like fire, the pain coursing through my body.

I sigh, pulling the sleeves of my sweater over my knuckles and shake my head. I brush out my hair, and quickly doing my makeup.

When I make it back downstairs, Tony is here and him and Jaime are watching some game on TV.

"Lacy! Come sit with us!" Jaime says, smiling at me and patting the seat between them. I sigh, walking over and sitting down.

"How have you been?" Tony asks, looking down at me.

"Good" I mumble, looking anywhere but at him or the TV.

"You okay?" he asks, laying a hand on my shoulder. I mentally tell myself not to shrug it off, screaming in my mind.

"Yeah." I say, avoiding any kind of contact with him when his hand leaves my shoulder.

I sit and watch TV in silence, listening to their cheers and whistles whenever their team gets points. I feel a sudden sharp pain on my cheek, a cry leaving my lips and my hands reaching up.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" Tony yells, reaching over and making me look at him. I stupidly cower away, guilt and hurt flashing over his face.

"What the fuck did you do to her Tony?!" Jaime yells, pulling me over his lap and on the other side of him.

"I didn't mean to! I was just going to cheer out but my elbow hit her!" Tony says, looking at me. Pain is slowly coursing through my body as the voices start. My wrist burns an even bigger fire, the itching feeling growing even stronger.