Life is such a strange thing. No one can manage understand it. Lucy is trying her best to do it. She is haunted by the voices in her head, which are telling her the truth, the problem is that she doesn't want to admit some facts. Broken hearts, so...
...I nodded, stood up and started walking while holding his hand. I had everything black in front of me. We were walking calmly to the destination. After a few minutes, I felt that he was unwrapping the band around my head. I slowly opened my eyes and realized I was standing in front of one of the most beautiful lakes of Boston.
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There was a writing out of candles "I love you" and a mat on the grass. I smiled and turned to face him. He was full of joy, and I kissed him. We sat on the mat, hugging each other, and started talking about life. I was telling him how pissed am I, and he was telling me about his parents, who were aboard.
-So you are living alone?
-Yeah.
-That's so cool, I wish that I would live alone. Without the annoying mom who's always telling me what to do. I'm so pissed about my life.
-Tell me about your parents.
-Well. My mom is Hellen. She's 36 years old. She's working for a company that imports and exports products from Boston. She's a feisty one. My dad's Ethan. 41 years old. He's a psychologist. Works in his office so I barely see him. I don't talk to them much, 'cause they don't understand me. My dad is kind and funny, but I get annoyed by the fact that when my mom shouts at me, he's just standing there, and saying nothing. The day before yesterday, when you met him, he was unusual, he was defending me. My mom lives in an ideology that I should study on straight A's and that I should be a good girl. I'm so sick of them. What about your parents?
-My dad, Steven, he's 55, is working in Qatar, in the Qatar National Bank. His wife, Rebecca, is 20 years old, she's such a hoe. She just sleeps with my dad for his money. My mom, Catherine, died when I was born, she was 37 when she gave birth to me. Since then, dad hates me. He went with his slut in Qatar, they have a plane, a mansion, 7 Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita, each costs 4.8 million dollars, that's about 33.6 million dollars. Becca has 3 fur coats from Karl Lagerfeld, which costs 1 million euros. And I still get nothing from my dad. This slut just sucks his dick and gets the world's most expensive clothing. And she is cheating on him, I caught her once cheating on my dad with some rich dudes, and made a deal with her, that once a week she puts on my card 1 million dollars, and I don't tell dad about what I saw.
"He is not telling you the full story. Go ahead, ask him."
-Sorry to hear that.
-No, that's okay. I get profit out of it, so I'm okay with that. What's with those scars on your left arm?
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-Oh, nothing, don't pay much attention., I said, and rolled my sleeve down.
-No, tell me!
-You know, i have to go, my dad will be worried.
I stood up, but he held my wrist really hard.
-Ouch, let me go, that hurts!
-No, until you'll tell me what happened., he hardened his grip on my wrist.
-Leave me alone goddamn it., I shouted and removed my wrist out of his arm., What the hell is wrong with you.
I looked deep into his eyes, with my watery glance.
-I'm sorry, I just-
I didn't listen to him, took my backpack, and went with quick steps at home. I was full of thoughts. Why would he harm me? Why was he so interested in what happened to me? I told him I don't want to talk about it. Why would he insist?
-Do you remember him telling you about his stepmom?
-So what?
-He didn't tell you the whole story.
-From where do you know?
-It doesn't matter.
-Nevermind, I don't care.
I fastened my speed and soon, arrived at home. I ran to my room, locked my door, fell on the bed with my face on the pillow, and cried my heart out. I cried like I never did. I felt the salty tears climb into my mouth. Here I am again. Feeling like I'm not wanted. Feeling like I'm worthless. And even though I'm alive, feeling dead. I'm suffering, but no one knows. I'm here alone, and no one is here by my side. I was laying on my bed, hysterically crying, and practically not breathing. I was there alone, until I hear a knock in my door.
