LACY
I mentally cursed Malik for having such an open plan in his cabin. There were no doors that I could shut in Lucifer's face to be left alone. I left him in the kitchen and like expected, he followed me.
How would I explain my predicament to him? I hardly knew him but a part of me knew that he would react badly to the news. He seemed to be a closed-off person and I brought him out of his shell by an inch just to kick him back in.
I had a high fever, bad cough, aching throat, and a sore nose from all the sneezing but the migraine that enveloped me from all these thoughts outweighed all my ailments. I didn't want to hurt him but at the same time, I didn't want him to hate me. My honesty would repel him from me. This was the main reason why many people weren't honest in this world.
I felt his fingers coil around my arm causing me to snap my head back almost giving me whiplash. The look of confusion in his bottle-green eyes pained me. Those o
LACYShould I or should I not go after him?Heading out in a state of blazing rage wouldn't be good for him nor Rose. A part of me knew that he wouldn't take out his anger on Rose. I also knew that Rose could possibly be the only person who could calm him down so I decided to let him go.I stood there and evaluated the woman that managed to send Lucifer off on a one-man rampage. There was one thing that I took notice of and that was her manly style of dressing. Her haphazard dressing made her look as if she crawled out of some dingy alleyway or possibly worse.Her arm had a tattoo along the length of it. The tattoo looked to be a set of four aces, ace of hearts, clubs, diamonds, and most importantly, spades. It didn't look professionally done and the tattoo seemed to be fading away.How was Malik related to such a woman? Yes, I agree tha
LACY"For the love of all things Holy, why could I not be a boy?" I cried out, curling up into a ball under the covers. Both my stomach and lower back seemed to be having a competition in which one could inflict the most amount of pain.Last night I planned on staying the night with Lucifer but an unexpected visitor brought about a change of plans. I begged Lucifer to let me go which he eventually did after an hour of crying in pain. I felt bad because he didn't know what to do. He tried to make me comfortable but failed."Hey there, could you possibly not kill my girlfriend!"Lucifer's words from last night rang in my head. I remember the way he bent down to meet the level of my womb as he picked my shirt up and whispered those words. He then placed a gentle kiss on my soft skin causing me to blush uncontrollably. Just thinking of it now made me blush.If I weren
DYLAN"I can't believe I'm doing this," I muttered under my breath to my reflection in the mirror, placing the stupid graduation cap on my head. I didn't even know which way the string to the damn thing went which annoyed me further.What was the point in wearing the stupid gown and cap anyway? Could they not just let me wear whatever the hell I wanted to wear. Ridiculous rules and customs!I didn't even plan on attending this damn thing. I was perfectly fine with just getting my documents mailed to me but Baby B wanted to see me up on stage and who was I to refuse her. She made it pretty hard to say no when she decided to put her puppy dog eyes to good use. Because of Baby B, Malik would also be attending my graduation and much to my dismay, my mother would be somewhere in the crowd as well.But the person I wanted to attend couldn't make it today. I really wanted Lacy to
LACYI sat in my massive bedroom, staring out the window. I never thought I would return to the humongous mansion I once called home but here I was, sitting in the room that was known for many years as my bedroom, staring out the window, watching as the rain plummeted onto the cold, hard ground.I never liked the rain but at this very moment in time, there was something strangely beautiful about it. If you observed the droplets long enough you would notice how they seemed to dance around each other as soon as they splattered to the ground.It had been exactly a week since I last spoke to Lucifer. It was almost as if he dropped off the face of the Earth. I received no calls or texts from him and I didn't send any to him because I was a coward. After my near desperate confession, I couldn't find the courage to face him. I didn't want to hear the words of rejection fall from his lips.It brok
LACYMy world instantly froze. I stood there with the expression of shock cemented on my face. I couldn't believe what I just heard but then again considering who said it I shouldn't have been so astonished. At the end of the day, I already knew the entire sham of a marriage was just some business deal but I didn't realize to what extent the deal carried forth.I could feel my blood running cold and I knew my tanned skin now probably resembled a ghost, with its pale white color, rather than a human being. I felt calm but at the same time furious. It didn't take a genius to figure out why I was furious but I was also calm because I needed to hear a full explanation and not blow a gasket just by hearing one sentence.I inhaled deeply, closed my eyes, and counted to ten in my head as I slowly let out a steady breath, allowing my eyes to flutter open once again. What was I expecting anyway? For him to tell me
LACYMy head ached. My body ached. My limbs ached. But most of all my heart ached. I didn't think my heart could ache anymore after I felt the pain of Lucifer leaving me but I was sadly mistaken because I felt a much deeper ache at my father's actions. My father's neglect, his deceit, and his discrepancies still had me in utter shock. They say that there were five steps to grieving and one of them being denial but I don't think that step could ever come because I knew full well what my father was capable of doing but I thought he drew the line at doing it to family.I guess I thought wrong!Last night, after I blurted out to Axel what his best friend had done, he stormed out of the bar and I could only assume he went to confront Brian. Whereas I decided to give up on my need to consume alcohol and headed home. By home I meant Macy's house since the house I grew up in didn't feel like home anymore.
LACYI didn't consider the fact that Lucifer would be here. It was stupid of me to forget the possibility of me running into him especially since Rose meant everything to him and I knew that. My mind had been so concentrated on telling Rose the good news that everything else just seemed so unimportant.There didn't seem to be enough oxygen in the room. With the lack of oxygen paired with my mouth running so dry as if I hadn't had anything to drink in months, a nauseous feeling settled in. My stomach began to twist in knots, turning and clenching, making me want to throw up the contents of my breakfast. I felt cold droplets of sweat trickle down my face.I wasn't scared of him. I knew he wouldn't physically hurt me but I couldn't take another one of his verbal beatings no matter how much I deserved it. I knew I hurt him but if he looked into my eyes he would see how much I was hurting as well. After one ent
LACY "Dear Lord, forgive me for I am about to sin," I muttered under my breath as multiple ways to eliminate both my father and Brian drifted into my head.Macy shot me a glare before pinching my thigh, "Pay attention and try not to disturb everyone else around you," Her voice was a low, harsh whisper that only I could hear.I rolled my eyes but decided to take her advice. I didn't want to be the first person to get kicked out of Sunday morning mass. With that being said, I couldn't stop the death glares that I kept shooting toward my father and Brian who sat a few rows in front of Macy's family and me.Macy kept drifting off to sleep during the service. She disappeared again last night with no hint of where she could be going. She also returned at four in the morning and spent nearly an hour in the shower. I didn't want to pry into her business but it was clear as daylight that something