⚠️TW: MILD S/A⚠️
A/N: Liana Flores has such a pretty voice yall 😩😩 listen to her music
Recap:
I immediately shut my mouth and nodded. "No problem. You know if you wanted to talk about what you-
"Ite I'm out" He stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked away.
Rude much.
I started my Nissan and put on Paramore, driving off.
Luca's P.OV.
When I came home I tried to b-line to my room.
Emphasis on Tried.
"Luca baby, come here I want you to meet Johnathon" I rolled my eyes in exasperation. My momma always flirted with random guys.
It was a problem in Kentucky, and it's especially a problem since we've moved to Queens.
"Wassup, I'm Johnathon but you can call me JJ" he said reaching for my hand, probably to shake.
He looks dirty.
I opted to nod and turn to my mom.
"Can I go now." She looked annoyed at my attitude, but being the nice Christian lady she is, she'd never go off on me in front of guests
I'll hear from her later.
I swiftly grab my bag and make my way upstairs. I took a look around the new room I had,
It was different from home.
I jump and lay face down as I think about the past
..11 years ago ...
A six year old little pale boy play in a grass field in a pair of overalls and long socks. Behind him, a St. Bernard barked, and the little boy seemed content.
His smile was angelic.
It was so easy back then. The only sadness he knew was his favorite TV show not being on..
The only hurt he knew were scrapes on his knees from running..
And the only loss was those of games..
"Luca! Come inside and eat!"
He turned on his heels and ran straight for the front door. There stood his mother and father, gay and clothed in eachothers arms. They always seemed that they were at the peak of merriment.
The home was humble, crosses sprinkled around, sunlight brightening the beige on the wall.
There were so many memories here
First Christmases
Family, Friends
Love.
But truth lies in the dark, and so did the ugly of this home.
"When you finish go on up to your room love." the little boy quickly nodded and scoffed down the food.
He was so innocent, so blind.
Ignorance is bliss
....
Deep in the night there was a woman who screamed.
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