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...
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...The old man hung the call and turned to face us. His eyes were full of anger when I first time saw him. His white hair was styled firmly. He threw a glance on the two of them, and then he noticed me.
-You two, he said while pointing at Leo and Becca, get the hell outta here. I have a serious talk in here.
They obeyed and left the two of us in his office. I was standing there, next to the door, waiting for him to say something.
-Take a sit., he said and pointed at the sit in front of his desk.
I quietly walked towards the sit he pointed at and sat down.
-Want some?, he said and shared a glass of Jack Daniels.
I shook my head as a no.
-As you wish, he mumbled. So, Lucy, how old are you?
-16 years old sir.
-Where do you study?
-In the same school as your son does, sir.
-Pretty expensive, huh? Your parents must be rich.
-Neither, sir. My mother works on a company with exports and imports. My father is a psychologist.
-Okay, how long are you dating my son?
-Five months, sir.
-Stop calling me sir., I nodded. He never brought a girl for me too meet. Even though I know this son of a bitch is a fuck-boy. What's special in you?
-I don't know. I can't understand by myself.
-What's your hobby?
-I'm an artist. I paint and I also love to sing.
-An artistic one.
-Oliver doesn't know about my hobbies.
-You two are dating and you don't know what each is doing in free time?
-I know. He's in the football team. I just don't want to tell him about my hobbies because, either way I'll have to show him my paintings, but no one saw them. I don't like when people judge my soul.
-Your soul?
-Yes, in each painting, I put a piece of my soul, either way I wouldn't like to paint.
-Interesting. What do you want to become in future?
-A musician or an actress.
-Day dreamer. Okay, so do you love my son?
-I do, either way, you wouldn't be able to talk to me right now.
-So, do you thinks he loves you?
-Either way you wouldn't be able to talk to me right now.
-You're a nice girl, Lucy., he lit a cigar and pointed at me. But you need to listen to me right now., he whispered. My son, isn't as perfect as you think he is. He broke many girls' hearts. You would probably ask yourself, where do I know from? I know Lucy, I know. I know everything what is happening right now. I know my wife is flirting with him right now, I know your mom's signing some paper, I know your dad is talking to one of his clients. I know about your little secret about your past and about your invisible friend which is talking to you right now and telling you to listen to me because I'm telling you the truth. You should listen to it too. But you must know that I won't tell anyone. You are a good girl. I would be happy if you were the wife of my son and the mother of my grandchildren. But you will suffer. You will suffer because of some asshole with a fuck-boy ass. You should know many things about my son, but I know you won't listen to me because I know your blood is already boiling, so I'll tell you just one more thing. Be careful with my son, and don't let him fool you. I wouldn't like to see a pretty girl crying. Now go, I have some job to do.
I stood up from the chair and left his office. Leo and Becca were waiting for me at the door.
-What did he tell you?, Becca asked.
"Tell a lie."
-He just asked me a few questions about me and my parents an that's all.
"Why?"
-Why?, I added.
-Nothing dear, I just thought he would tell you some stories about about democracy and politics.
"See, she is lying!"
-Okaaay, where's my room?
-Come on, I'll show you., Oliver offered.
We walked to my room, Oliver was asking me about my talk with his dad. I told him every question and every answer, instead of his talk about Oliver. He brought me in a big light room. It was designed in gold and red colors.
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-Okay, I'll leave you with yourself. It's pretty late, goodnight love.
-Goodnight., I kissed him and closed the door.
I took my phone from my back-pocket and texted Lettie.
-Hey!
-Hey, how's the vacation?
-Nice, let me guess, you told me to bring me here?
-Lol. I suggested. I told him you'd be happy.
-Well, I am.
-Was his dad nice?
"Tell her a lie."
-Yeah. He was okay. Asked me a few questions about my life and my parents and that's it.
-Okay, good. It's late, you should go to sleep.
-Okay, goodnight. <3
-Goodnight. XOXO
I turned off my phone and opened the wardrobe to change. There were a lot of clothes inside. I took some pajamas and lied down on the bed to sleep.
I woke up at 12 o'clock in midnight because I heard some creepy noises from some other room. I stood up to check if everything was okay...
