Mr. Skater

Chapter One

"I love you Harmony."

Boom!

My eyes flew open and I quickly sat up on my bed and glanced around. I was still in my room.....I'm alright.

I have been having nightmares about my father killing himself and mom. It has been happening since I was little, around a week after their deaths.....well one murder and one suicide. Their faces hunt me in my dreams. All the blood, the gun, the tears.....It all seemed too real. I sighed and rubbed my face, sweat was dripping off my face from the dream. I looked at my clock on my nightstand to catch the time.

5:35 A.M

I had two hours till I had to go to school, lovely. Knowing I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, I climb out of bed and make my way to the bathroom. Closing the door behind me, I turn on the shower, strip and get in. I let the water surround me and take me as one. The hot water healed my stressed and tensed bones. Flashes of my fathers face flashed before me and I was taken back by them and fell backwards in the shower. I landed on my bum with a thud and cried out in pain.

"Harmony? Are you alright?" Lucy asked through the door.

"Yeah, I'm fine Lucy." I said while picking myself up off the ground.

"You sure? I heard you cry out. Did you hurt yourself?"

"Nope, all I might have is a bruised bum. Nothing serious, sorry for awaking you ." I rubbed my face.

"Alright and its no problem I have been up since 4:30."

Sighing, I started to wash up.

When I finished showering I dried off and wondered into my room to change. I put on my under garments, black skinny jeans, a black and white sweater with the word "LOVE" printed in bold, socks, and black Jordan's. I dried my long ark brown hair and put it up into a pony tail. I added diamond studs and a little lip gloss. I grabbed my black glasses and put them on. I grabbed my phone and bag then made my way downstairs.

"Morning Lucy." I said while walking into the kitchen.

She was at the table with a cup of coffee in her hands reading the paper with her officers uniform on.

"Morning."

I threw my bag in a chair and went on the hunt for a bowel, Apple Jacks, milk and  spoon. After making my bowel of cereal I wondered to the table and took my seat across from Lucy. I took a bite and looked at Lucy thinking. This woman gave up alot for me and I feel bad for the struggles she had been through for me. Her husband left her because of me. Apparently he wasn't ready for kids and she didn't want to leave me for the foster home, so he got up and left her. She spent her life working as a cop to help pay bills, my school supplies, field trips, and food.

Lucy re-married when I was about 13 to a guy named Derek. He was a great guy and super nice. He treated me as his own and understood where  I come from. He didn't pitty me and he didn't leave me to rot either. He took me as his own and I loved him for that. About three months after they married Lucy became pregnant with Luke. We were all excited. I was going to have a little brother or sister and a complete family. We just couldn't wait to find out what she was having and when we would met him or her. Four months into her pregnancy, Derek became ill. We took him to the hospital and they diagnosed him with stage 3 breast cancer. He only had a couple days to live. We were all in shock, we didn't see it coming. Before he died he told Lucy to promise him that she will move on and find someone special. He told me to never believe what others said and stand up for yourself. As he was minutes from dieing he and Lucy came to two names. If it was a girl then her name will be Kristen and if it was a boy Luke.

When Luke was born Lucy broke down into tears. His father wasn't there to hold him, care for him, tell him he loved him or even do the honor to cut the cord. I understand her pain, hell I was crying right along side with her. We name him Luke Derek Johnson. Luke as the name they came up for him, Derek after his father and he took his fathers last name as did we. Raising Luke was a difficult process. We take him to church every Sunday where he learned about the place above the clouds where the angles sing and God awaits for people along side his son, Jesus. We explained to Luke that his father is with the angles, above the clouds watching us. He smiled and looked up at the sky and told Derek he loved him an miss him. Lucy and I broke down into tears when he did that.

Luke was going to grow up without his father like I did. He won't have a dad to support him, throw a football with, play with, get advice from or someone to look up to. Its just heart breaking in every way possible. Hopefully I can help Luke grow up alright without a father by his side. I will be the fill in father. I'll be there to throw the ball, give advice and hopefully someone he can look up to.

"Harmony."

I looked back up at Lucy and she looked worried.

"You alright? You spaced out for a minute."

"Yeah I'm fine, I was just thinking."

She sighed.

"You will be fine Harmony, if they continue to get to you just report them. You know Mr. Green will stand next to you."

Well let me explain this. I have been getting bullied by the "Pops" for a while now. Ever since 6th grade they have been on my ass about everything. Making fun of my glasses, calling me a nerd, lonely, hopeless and poor. I didn't mind it at all. I was fine with my glasses, being a nerd *Cough...straight A's.....cough cough*, and being lonely. I didn't need friends at all. Now for the poor and hopeless side its kinda true. I am hopeless in several ways, there is no way to help me at all. As for the poor side, I don't think I'm poor. I have a roof over my head, food on the table, clothes on my back, people who love me and my education. I rather think I am rich to tell you the truth. I learned you never know what you had until you lost it.......I learned that the hard way.

"I'l be fine."

I finished my Apple Jacks and rinsed out my bowel. I kissed Lucy's cheek and told her I would see her soon and headed upstairs to a sleeping Luke. I went into his room and kissed his cheek goodbye, I then went back downstairs, grabbed my bag and headed out the door to my hell hole.