17 y/o chic is stuck in an abusive relationship with August when she's abandoned by her mom. August is an 18 y/o dangerous drug dealer who runs compton & doesn't take shit from anyone here. he's the whole market & all drugs predominantly come from...
chic: I JUST DONT UNDERSTAND... how one moment, you can have the world and the next you have nothing. NOTHING. EVERYTHING was ripped from me!
i keep crying hysterically. I'm a mess...
we get to Lucas' house
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i rush to the bathroom to throw up, i look in the mirror....the first time i've seen my face since the constant beatings. He like made me ugly....I had never looked so fucked up in my life. i start bawling for 30 minutes. it hurts to look, i am so tired....
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i hear a knock and it startles me, i calm myself and i walk out past Lucas assuming he needs to use the bathroom. I go downstairs and admire his beautiful place, it's up in the hills of Calabasas.
I start running my hands through my hair on the couch, looking unbothered, but feeling stressed; I put on my poker face...but inside I feel defeated and scattered. how can you fail at killing yourself; this is pretty embarrassing. I left a big mess behind and I don't wanna be alive when august finds out what I did to his moms house he inherited.
Lucas joins me downstairs.
lucas: why? JUST WHY?? 😔 *he says looking down shaking his head* chic: ........ lucas: your my bestfriend! chic: stop with that best friend shit, we are NOT best friends... lucas: we were *he nods annoyed* chic: exactly WERE. lucas: you will always be my bestfriend chic🤷🏽 Chic: your a child. Lucas: guess so... chic: you left me for dead lucas: .....your dramatic *he rolls his eyes* Chic: I'd rather be dead. lucas: ...you can sleep upstairs...down the hall, there's a guest room..always open to you.
i roll my eyes and walk upstairs.
Morning Lucas cooks me breakfast...all my old favorites. it's sweet he remembered, strawberry pancakes with powdered sugar, turkey bacon, eggs and dark roast hazelnut coffee.💞 nostalgic, but i'm more of a coffee, liquor and cigs kinda girl these days. August never cooks, I do all the cooking. It was a little breath of fresh air...i was in a better mood, but still hostile and feeling worthless.
We eat in silence the first few moments, i don't wanna speak and he doesn't know what to say.
lucas: ...look- chic: i don't need one of your lectures. lucas: uh? ...i just care chic! you broke my heart last night bro WHAT THE FUCK?! chic: OKAY? YOU JUST DONT GET IT....
