This is the part of the first chapter, read and review please. You may need to read the prologue.
Waking up was never an easy thing to do for me, especially on a weekend. I dragged myself out of bed and placed my feet on the cold hardwood floor. I meandered into sage green kitchen, opened one of the dark wooded cabinets and grabbed a box of Frosted Flakes. I poured some in a bowel and topped it with some ice cold milk. I sat at the table and began eating.
My sister walked into the room, she was already dressed. Her hair, the same color as mine, was perfectly straight and she was wearing a nice pair of jeans that showed off her lean figure and a T-shirt that made her outfit look more casual. Her heart-shaped face had some light make-up and her blue eyes were shining brightly. "Morning Dee," she said cheerily and opened the fridge, grabbing a water bottle.
"Hi," I replied and took another bite of my cereal.
"Are you going to hang out with Lucas today?" She asked and then giggled. She thought I liked him, which was completely untrue. She thought life was like one of those sappy romance novels she always read. Where the two best friends fall in love and then live happily ever after, yeah, life wasn't like that.
"Maybe," was my blunt reply.
"You guys are so cute together, you should just go for it," she suggested.
I rolled my eyes, "Tell it to someone else, I don't like him like that," I knew this statement was completely true. I kept reminding myself, life isn't a cliche romance novel.
"Sure, sure," she replied and walked away.
I dropped the spoon back into the bowel and put it in the sink, I wandered into my room. I dressed quickly, I threw on jeans and a T-shirt and pulled my hair into two messy braids.
I decided to go on a walk, maybe I would walk by Lucas's house, he was outside a lot and he might see me and we could hang out. This was how most weekends went, this was how I liked them to be. I heard sirens suddenly, an ambulance flew by whipping my hair in my face.
I glared and continued walking, surprisingly, I saw Lucas walking up the street. "Hey," he said.
"Hi," I replied. He looked same as always, sweatshirt and a pair of baggy jeans. Suddenly, I realized something was different, his eyes were red and puffy, like he had been crying. "Luke? What's wrong?" I asked, clearly confused.
New tears formed in his eyes and he shook his head as they fell down his pale cheeks, he didn't respond.
I wrapped my arms around him, "What's wrong?" I asked again. I pulled away from him and looked into his eyes.
"My mom," his voice broke. "Dead." Was all he was able to get out before he started sobbing, we sat down on the sidewalk. I didn't care if people thought we were crazy.
"God Luke," I felt terrible, Luke and his mom were close, closer then most mom's and sons. "That's horrible, how did she die?"
He sniffled, "Suicide."
My jaw dropped, "What?" I stammered.
He nodded, his dad was a nice man but his parents were divorced, he lived with his mom full time because he liked it here better. He rarely talked about his dad. So my guess was he didn't want to leave. He started sobbing again. I leaned my head on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry," I murmured.
"She drowned herself, you know that? She used to tell me that would be the worst way to die, why? Why would she do this?" A pickup truck drove by and it was Lucas's dad.He had to have started driving early this morning to get here, when had his mom even died? He pulled over and got out of the car, he walked over to Luke tentatively.
Luke liked his dad, but he didn't love him. He had cheated on his mother, I didn't know how this would blow over because I wondered if Luke thought that was why his mom killed herself, but to my surprise his dad hugged him and he hugged his dad back. It was a touching moment, something you only really saw in movies. "I know you're scared, and that you were unprepared," his dad whispered as he cradled Luke in his arms.
Luke nodded, "We can talk about this situation later," his dad continued.
Luke pulled away, I wanted to cry for him, he looked awful, his hair was out of place now and his cheeks were tear-stained. His bottom lip was quivering as he looked up at his dad.
His dad didn't look so great either, he was wearing a simple sweat suit and his hair was military style, it was cut very close to his head. His hair was the same color as Luke. He had a nice build and he looked a lot like his son, he even had the same eye color. "Oh, Dakota," his dad started. "Sorry to drop this burden on you."
"It's okay, I'm really sorry," I said but was mostly directing it to Luke.
They both nodded, "So Lucas what do you want to do?" His dad questioned him.
He shrugged his shoulders, "Why don't you go talk to Dakota, I'll go talk to Mark," his dad suggested. Mark was Luke's step-dad, they were close, but not like Luke could feel comfortable living with just him.
"I just want to go home," he told his dad.
His dad nodded, "You want to talk about this now?"
He nodded, "We'll meet you there," I informed him. I wanted to talk to Luke, alone.
He got into the truck and drove off. We started walking down the street quietly. "So what do you think you're going to do?" I asked suddenly, breaking the silence.
He shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know."
We arrived at his house, we didn't say anything but we just walked inside. The police had cleared out finally. Mark was standing there, professional as always. He did look upset but he was still wearing a nice dress shirt and jeans. His hair was longer then Luke's dad's and a much darker brown. His blue eyes were filled with sorrow.
"So," Mark said in a husky voice. "So we need to talk about this living situation?" He looked upset but he had a funny way of showing it, he just got right on down to business.
Luke nodded and sat down on the couch across from Mark and his father, I sat down next to him, "So what do you want to do?" Mark asked.
Luke shrugged, Mark frowned. "You don't have to stay here, I won't force you. You may be more comfortable with your dad, but it's whatever you want."
He shrugged again, "I don't want to leave her," he replied and gestured to me.
I felt my face get hot, he cared that much about me? "Don't let me stop you from making the decision that's right for you," I murmured and touched his arm lightly.
He shook his head and more hot tears spilled down his cheeks, "I don't know what I want anymore," he sobbed and ran up the stairs.
