My Love; My Life: Slipping Through My Fingers

K: Louie

*A young Heath Ledger as Lucifer Judas Howlett (R. I. P. 1979-2008)*

Setting: November 2034; Kripke house...

"I CAN'T WAIT FER YA'LL TA BE GONE!" Tucker yells-having picked another fight with Bobbi

"I auta send ya ta bed without any supper!" She screams back, "hell, I'd send ya all ta military school if I could!"

"ENOUGH!" Baby's voice booms through the kitchen-where all the fighting seems to always take place

     Just as Bay is about to say more, Louisa comes rushing through and towards the door like she was fleeing for her life-a sight that Bay all to well recalls feeling as she ran for her own from Mr. Adams in her lifetime...

"Halt," Bays say as she stops Louie with her demonic powers, "where're y'all goin?"

"Anywhere away from ere," she replies, "I can't stand listenin ta em anymore!"

    With that said, Bay continues to let her flee out and away from the house-so as to not risk her relapsing with drugs due to Bobbi and Tucker's fighting. Louisa flees, running to the only place that makes her feel at easy and feel free-she runs away to the cemetery, to be amongst the quiet and peacefully sleeping dead. She sits at her mothers grave with her hands in her knees and sobs-she hated the fighting, so loud and nerve racking...

"Hey Lizzie," comes the voice of a guy she hadn't interacted with for a while now

"!" Her head snaps up quick and in his direction and he's squatting down next to her before she has time to wipe away her tears

"Y'all're far too pretty ta be cryin," he says softly as his hand gently wipes the slipping water drops from her stained face, "what's got ya blue?"

"..."she's quiet for a moment a she sniffles and tries to keep herself from letting the tears continue

"If ya need ta cry," he tells her, "then cry I ain't gonna tell nobody."

"I don't wanna," she replies in a quiet, shaky, dry, uneasy voice, "but I-I can't seem ta stop-"

He says nothing as he watches her curl into herself again, he has experience comforting his sister, his mom-even his brother at time, but he had no clue how to comfort outsiders. If he knew anything about people, it's that everyone is indeed is different and that they're different ways to comfort each person. For his sister, all he & his brother had to do was sing her a song together to calm her down; for his brother, it was wrestling and for their mother, it was to just be there to listen. Over the years, he became a therapist for his mother, a best friend to his sister, a punching bag/partner to his brother and a thing for blame to his father. But for anyone outside his immediate family, he had no clue how to anyone outside it...

"Do ya-" he starts awkwardly, "y'all wanna...talk bout it?"

"..." she just eyes him

"Ya don't gotta if ya don't wanna," he adds clearing his throat

"Y'all don't even know me," she sniffles and sighs with a dry laugh, "why ya wanna know?"

"Just tryin ta be..." he starts off in thought, "helpful...a friend...whatever ya wish me ta be-I will be."

"..." she eyes him for a second, almost curious about his words, "I ain't sure what ta make of ya," she tells him with a weak smile, "ya looked like a mystery from the moment we first met," she tells him, "we meet again at the Halloween day dressed exactly as ya were the first day we met," she goes on, "ya went from mystery ta intriguing fer me."