Story Of A Lonely Girl

Seven

-Lucifer's point of view-

I came back home from school on the hour-ride bus. Thank God I had brought my mp3 player with me to use it during the bus ride, or else it would've been an hour of hell.

I replayed in my mind what that Tom kid said earlier today while Sum 41 was blasting through my earphones. Was it really true? Did he mean it? Did he really want to hang out with a fag like me? Let alone, go on a date with someone like me?

I hopped off the bus and walked a block to get to my house. Something felt strange in my new home. I've been living here for just a few days but I could already smell something was out of place.

I unlocked the door and went upstairs, to my room, only to find my parents screaming.

My bedroom door was across from my parent's door. I could hear everything. The yelling. The pain. The end. I had a feeling that the end was near.

I left my bag and the rest of my stuff in my room before knocking on my parents' bedroom door and letting myself in since I knew there would be no answer to my knock, because they were busy fighting.

I had never seen my mom so furious in my life, nor have ever seen my dad cry,

"Could you guys calm the fuck down?" i screamed, fighting the tears that were starting to blur my vision.

"Lucie, honey, don't get close to this man. He's a monster.", my mom said to me with a calm voice while wiping her tears.

"Dad? Mom?", I said, breaking in tears, not believing what was happening.

My mom embraced me in a hug and whispered into my ear, "It's okay Lucie, I'm here. Go to your bedroom and eat something. Mommy and daddy have something to talk about, privately."

"No!" I yelled, pushing my mom away from me. My dad started crying even harder, if that was even possible. "Please tell me this is not what I think it is", I said between sobs.

My parents sometimes did fight, but those fights were nothing compared to this one. I had never seen them yell like this before.

"I'm sorry." my dad managed to say, half-whispering. "Darling, I'm sorry. And I'm so very sorry, about not telling you before, Donna.", she said to my mother, wiping away her tears with his thumb. My mom didn't move. Her breathing started to calm down.

"Lucifer go to your bedroom." she ordered, with a low voice.

I opened my bedroom door with tears still coming out of my eyes like if it were a broken faucet. I could've flooded the house with these tears.

I sat on the edge of my bed, resting my back on the wall and holding onto my legs, pressing them against my chest. I put my earphones on and turned it to the highest volume, although the screams from my parents' room had stopped. I allowed myself to let out a few sobs, and fell asleep to the sound of The Smiths on my mp3 player.