LUXURE

5. DREAMS DON'T COME TRUE

I spent that Sunday playing Monopoly with Jordie and mom, who was starting to feel much better by this point. Even though I insisted she continue resting, she just couldn't help but jump back into her regular routine of taking care of simple household chores.

The hours flew past, we were all laughing and having such a great time together, Jordie and I were dancing to stupid songs in a very silly manner.

"Scar! I have an idea!" Jordie said jumping to his feet and practically jumping up and down. His energy level was unmatched. I felt liked I needed some espresso to get to his level.

"Whoa there Jord, what is it?" I said putting my hands up in front me as a way to calm him down.

"I want to make a skit and we can perform it for mama!" He said with a giant smile plastered to his face.

"A skit?" I asked, tilting my head. Jordie comes up with some of the funniest stuff, he has quite the imagination, but he's never impulsively made a skit before. He nodded his head with excitement. "Okay Jord, what kind of skit?"

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into my room while Mom was putting away laundry in their room.

"Okay, I want the skit to be about how we are gonna make mama's dreams come true! I want to take mama to Paris! She's always telling me about how she wants to go to Paris when she watches those silly movies with the people who always kiss at the end." He made a disgusted face as he referred to the romance movies that mom loves watching. "So, I want me and you to act like we got to tour France with mama! We can show her all the sights and eat all the food she talks about! I have some pictures of France that I drew at school for her!" He said it all really fast that by the time my brain actually recognized what he was saying he was looking at me with an eyebrow raised waiting for my response.

"Wait, so you want to play a skit with you and I in France... for mom but also with mom?" I asked with confusion. His plot was definitely lacking, but the effort was there.

"YES."

"Alright then, tell me what you want me to say." I said, giving in.

"Look Scar! Mama always wanted one of these Cro-sants!" Jordie said as he held up an invisible croissant, completely butchering the word.

"That looks delicious Jordie! But wait! There's the Eiffel Tower!" I said as I pointed to an imaginary Eiffel Tower. I gave it my all, but my acting sucks.

"Hurry Scar! Mom wants to see the Eiffel tower!" Jordie said as he grabbed my hand and jogged in place, I did the same thing. I jogged in place as I put my hand over my eyes pretending to look around for emphasis. I had to hold back my laughter the whole time. Jordie was giving this skit his all and I was just half ass acting. I felt bad, but we had less than 30 minutes and I was literally flying by the seat of my pants.

After acting out some more crappy scenes, Jordie ran into the bedroom. When he returned he held up a very detailed drawing of the Eiffel Tower. He even added scenery with birds and trees in the background and a large sun in the corner. There was something written at the bottom of the picture. I leaned towards the picture so I could read what it said.

"Mama, I love you! You're the best mom EVER! I hope you liked France!" I put my hand over my mouth to stop myself from crying. This was the sweetest thing I'd ever seen.

"See mama! I told you I'd take you to France one day!" Jordie said. I looked at him in shock. He did all this for mom. I wanted to cry so bad, but I kept myself together for his sake.

I looked at mom and she was leaning over, her hands were holding her face as her back heaved up and down. Soft sobs echoed through the apartment.

"Mama? Don't cry." Jordie said as he wrapped his arms around her frail body. "Here mama, keep the picture so you can always remember when you went to France." He slid the paper onto her lap which only caused her to sob harder.

Jordie looked back at me confused as to why mom wasn't happy about his skit. I gave him a weak smile, still trying to keep myself together for his sake.

I know why she's crying. She knows she's never going to get the chance to go to France, or see her boy grow up.

"Come on Jordie, why don't you show me the other drawings you made today?" I said with a smile as I led him into the bedroom to give mom a minute to regain her composure.

"Wow Jordie, that is a beautiful drawing! I like the colors you used." I admired his drawing of a turtle on a beach as he pulled out another drawing, this time of a wolf in a forest. He was honestly very talented for his age.

"Jordie." Mom said in the doorway, getting both of our attention. She had a big smile on her face. "Thank you, sweetie. Your skit was amazing. I loved it so much." She said as she opened her arms for a hug. Jordie jumped up and ran over to her, nuzzling his face in her stomach as he squeezed her.

I took it as my que to leave and headed into my bedroom feeling overwhelmed by emotions.

As Jordie and Mom were cooking dinner together, I decided I needed out. I felt like I was suffocating. I needed to drown my emotions in some alcohol. I put on some dark makeup. I slipped a dark shirt over my head and tucked it into a pair of ripped skinny jeans. I added a pair of black stilettos and slipped my wig on. I didn't put much effort into Luxure tonight, I mostly needed to get out for my own sake.

I came home, drunk as a fucking skunk, around midnight. I stumbled into the apartment bumping into the coffee table and knocking the books off the table as I made my way into the bedroom. I pulled the $50 that I stole from some semi-attractive guy out of my shirt and stuffed it in my jar. I went to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror. My lipstick was smeared all over my face from making out with the stranger. I didn't intend to steal anything from him, but when he left his wallet out in the open, I took whatever he had in it. My cheeks were stained with dark trails of mascara that bled on my way home when I finally let out the emotions I bottled up during Jordie's skit and mom's reaction.

I forced myself to look away from my broken state as I stripped and climbed into bed, closing my eyes I let sleep take over my worries.

*Authors Note*

Soooo... sorry this chapter was so emotional, but I thought it was an important way to emphasize how much this little family means to Scar. I FEEL FOR HER MAN.

Also, is Jordie not the cutest lil bean?

Oh yea, also, you'll be introduced to an important character in the next chapter ;)