Nightmares and Fantasies | L.H | supernatural au

Ch. 7

Ch. 7

Noreen's POV:

As soon as I walk back inside I'm face to face with Tracy. I turn around in hope that Luke may be there, but it's just her and I. She looks at me suspiciously and circles around me. I clench my fists and my face gets hot with tears.

"Just stop it okay! What do you want?" I snap.

Tracy laughs to herself and glares down at me. She's taller and intimidating. She scares away people, but I have grown close to her, but ever since I had the slightest liking of Luke Hemmings, she dislikes me. She has these mean blue eyes, like my father. Always filled with hate, they make you feel unloved.

"Luke...mm, you were talking to him?" She says as her voice rises and she grits her teeth together.

"So what, why does it matter." I answer as I walk away.

Tracy grabs my arm and yanks me back. I stumble and I can feel her nails digging into my skin.

"He needs to stay away from you." She hisses in my ear.

I wince and try to get free but her grip only gets tighter.

"Why? He's the only person that doesn't pity me! Or acts fake when I talk about my feelings like you and my dad." I say.

I blink tears away and Tracy lets go of my arm. Her dull stringy blond hair falls out of its ponytail and she glares at me. Only if my mother was still alive, I wouldn't feel so desperate for someone to love me. But the feeling is natural and I'm afraid that I'll get to close to the wrong people because of it.

"I don't pity you. And remember what Luke did to me? One day he might end up doing the same to you or worse. Think Noreen everyone hates him, imagine being seen in public with him, it would ruin you."

I shake my head. I don't like it when she bad mouths people, like she has nothing good to say. For a guy who everyone hates it must feel nice to have one person that doesn't.

"It wouldn't ruin me." I say then I leave.

Sometimes I feel bad for the guy because I hear what people say about him when he's not around. I see the looks people give him, and come to think of it, I never seen him smile. He always has his head down, trying to avoid everyone. I wouldn't blame him; I wish I could hide some times. It sucks because people always notice him. It's just because he's extremely tall, or really handsome. I don't understand why people see him as a monster.

I wish I could hide because people only see me as that girl whose mother died. I hate that, why can't I be Noreen? People always come to me and ask if I'm doing fine. It's been four years, I'm trying my best to move on but people are always reminding me. My father has this stupid grave thing every year on the day that she died. He does it to remind me, to remind everyone, to make sure everyone feels lonely. He doesn't give a damn about my mother. He just wants to come off as that man who loves his family so much and can't get over his wife's death. They were separated at the time she died.

They would always argue and fight. He hit her, and that's when she left. They didn't get divorced, but my mother needed time away from him. I stayed with him only because my mother needed time to think and she said she would be back for me. I remember counting the days she was gone and hearing my dad yelling his drunk ass off to nothingness. Days turned into weeks then weeks turned into months. I hated it; I would hear the conversations they would have over the phone.

"Richard it's been too long, let me see Noreen please."

"No, you will stay away from my daughter or you will be in jail."