De Luca

𝐓𝐰𝐨

I laid in bed staring at my roof as my fingers unconsciously moved to a Chopin song that I loved to play. Playing the piano was a way to keep me calm, to play my feelings instead of speaking them and being judged for them.

When I was born all I ever had was my mother, I never went to school, my father always paid a private tutor to teach me at home. At five my mother was diagnosed with cancer and depression so she stayed in bed all the time, resting.

My father never loved me, he made that clear right from the start. My mother never explained why he hated me, It was just something I had to live with. He loved my mother though, sometimes for that reason alone I didn't mind him hating me.

When I was eleven my mother died, leaving me to talk to the plants outside in the garden my mother loved. When my father thought I was going insane he threw me into a room that was bare, apart from the white piano that stood in the middle of the room with a stool and some stuff on top of the piano, he locked me and left me there.

The stuff on top of the piano was a pink envelope, and mixtapes and radio to play the mixtapes. I opened the pink envelope and read.

The letter was from my mother, explaining to me that she loved me and the piano was a birthday present for me when I turned six. The mixtapes had her voice on it telling me where to put my fingers to play some of her favourite songs.

I stayed in that room for three days with no food or water, only playing my mothers mixtapes over and over again as I listened to her instructions and found myself playing the piano. Only when I passed out did someone enter the room, it was my personal maid, April.

She had woken me up with a cool cloth before telling me to stand and walk myself up to my room. I only got an apple and a yelling to from my father, telling me never to look so insane again.

Anywhere I went to the piano followed me as well as the mixtapes and the pink envelope and letter. Until a month ago when Lucus had beat me black and blue and then destroyed my piano, knowing very well my love for it and why.

Lucus was my fiance, not by choice. When I was seventeen my father basically shoved Lucus in my face, saying that I was to marry him in a few years ahead. He was sick of taking care of me and wanted to send me off to someone else, we'll that's what he told me everyday.

After the piano incident, I ran away and came here to Manhattan. Where I was lucky enough to get a job right away, although it didn't pay much it was enough to feed me and keep a roof over my head.

I sighed, rolling onto my side and adjusting the pillow underneath my head. Once I was still I could just make out soft footsteps in my lounge room, making my while body immediately tense. Quietly, I stood and grabbed the bat I kept next to my bed every night, I bit down on my lip knowing Lucus and my father had found me.

I waited for lucus's taunts as the footsteps neared my door but they never came. Odd? But at the moment it didn't matter. I walked quietly on the tips of my toes to the wall beside the door and prepared myself to swing. The door opened slowly and the man stepped into my room only to get a hard whack to the shoulder.

He hissed as he stepped back, I took this moment to step into the doorway, ready to attack my fiancee, only to freeze when I was met with a man in his thirties with short black hair dressed in a black and white suit.

"Your not Lucus!" I said in surprise

He ignored me.

"You're going to pay for that bitch!" he growled rubbing his shoulder, he suddenly stepped forward and kicked my stomach making me fall to the floor and curl up in a ball, clutching my stomach as I gasped for air, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.

The stranger stood above me grinning before he grabbed me by my hair and used it to pull my head up and then threw it down at the floor, hard. It was the last string of pain I felt, the last thing I saw was the grinning stranger.