The Face Of The Enemy

Chapter 12

"This is your room." Victoria smiled at the young boy as she opened the door. The room wasn't too big but not too small either. It had a queen-sized bed, a small closet and a nightstand. The walls were a dull blue, yet relaxing. Lucas liked it, it was more than he was looking for. "It's not big, but..."

"It's perfect, thank you." Lucas entered inside the room. He hoped he would stay in that room for a long time, Victoria had grown into his heart surprisingly.

"You can stay here. I'll bring you some of my son's clothes." Victoria left the room. Lucas walked around the bed and sat on it. It was comfortable, not like he expected. He expected it to be hard, just like the other beds he had tried the last two months of his life.

He could tell the room was recently painted from the fainting smell of paint. His heart swelled when he thought Victoria had tried to make the room decent for someone she didn't even know.

Maybe he was wrong on thinking all the people were heartless. Maybe some goodness was still left on this world. He sat on the bed, which was surprisingly comfortable. It was different from the other beds he had tried the last two months of his life.

"Here." Victoria said as she came back on the room again. She had a pair of clothes on her hands, which consisted on shorts, an oversized t-shirt and some underwear. "They might be big on you but I promise we'll go shopping later." Lucas took the clothes, not minding they were two size too big. He didn't care, at least he had something to wear rather than the rags he had been wearing recently.

"Thank you." He couldn't express with words how grateful he was to the woman in front of him. No words could describe the feeling he had on his chest in that moment. The only thing he could do was to show her with actions how much he appreciated what she was doing for him. So he hugged her tightly, wrapped his thin arms around her petite frame, finally engulfing the scent of home. "Thank you so much." he repeated, the tears falling from his eyes like waterfalls.

Victoria smiled, from what the social worker had told her, Lucas wasn't the kind to warm up to a stranger easily. He had trust issues and she couldn't blame him. His reasons were solid. She would feel the same if her own parents disowned her just because she couldn't help what she was, who she loved.

"¡Madre!" The masculine voice made them part from each other. Lucas wiped the tears from his eyes and tried to focus his vision because his eyes had been blurry from the tears.

Victoria stood up and went to hug her son. "Ijo, meet Lucas. He is going to live with us for some time."

Lucas was still trying to compose himself. He left the clothes on the bed and stood to his feet. The boy in front of him was tall, not six feet but maybe 5'11. His hair was cut short making his big brown eyes pop out. He wasn't skinny, nor muscular. Lucas wondered if he did sports to keep his body fit.  "-you!" Lucas didn't notice the outstretched hand of the handsome eighteen year old boy.