Young Writers Society

I wasn't going to post this, but Justagirl talked me into it. It is the sequel to Growing Up I: Innocence, one of the prequels to Pretty Little Lucifer, and I love it very much.
Enjoy


Faith, Charity, Temperance,
The Madison’s named all their girls after virtues.
Yours is Hope.
When your father is having a hard day,
He swings you high above your sister’s heads in his arms,
“I need my Hope,” he says.
(But it’s not the name that makes a person, babe)

The summer is too hot.
Sweat glistens in the creases of your palms,
Dust swirls like ancient wraiths in the wind.
A car red like candy sits in the parking lot,
Shaking with music that hurts your ears.
(Look closer, little girl, and tell me what you see)

You’ve never seen making out before.
It shocks you how close two people can be,
So close you can’t tell who is Faith
And who is the boy-who-is-not-her-boyfriend.
(You don’t know about rebellion and betrayal yet)
You scream.

Your stare is blank.
You wipe warm tears off the tabletop,
While all around you the storm rages.
You whisper little white lies to yourself,
About righteousness and virtues,
(But Faith is gone now, in a car red like Hell)

Daddy picks you up,
While the screen door swings open in the night.
“I need my Hope, now,” he says,
Your shirt and hair are wet with his tears.
And your blood run hot with something you can’t name.
(Isn’t hate a potent thing?)

Because Faith left you to patch your hearts back together,
One virtue less,
For a boy who’s name you don’t even know.
(You hope she goes to Hell for it)

You vow you will never fall for your sister’s sin,
And seal it with a childish kiss upon your father’s cheek.
(Because promises are forever)