Soulmates

Chapter 8: hate you

LUCIFER POV:

I thought my soulmate would fix everything. My soulmate would love me. My soulmate would hug me and whisper comforting words to me.

But, nothing happens the way I want it.

My soulmate only made my life worse. My soulmate hated me. My soulmate hit me and screamed profanities at me.

My soulmate was the one and only; Kyle. He had started hitting me. Not as bad as my dad, he shoved me into the wall and insulted me. It hurt even more because I actually loved him.

But, who cared. I had bigger problems with my hand.

It was the same night. It hurt when he looked angry, it hurt when I fell in love. It hurt that he wasn't accepting me as his soulmate.

I had told my dad that my soulmate was a boy and he was angry. He was angry because he couldn't have grandkids. I wonder; if I was with a girl, would he be happy?

But, right now he was headed here.

I was on my bed, waiting for him and my mom. I was hoping he wouldn't do anything with mom around or at least show mercy. But, I had a feeling that I was wrong.

The door clicked and in came an angry-looking man and beside him an almost-in-tears woman.

"Tell me it's a lie," my other came running towards me.

"What?" I asked in a voice as low and polite as possible.

"The fact that your soulmate is a boy, it has to be a lie..." She seemed desperate for it to be a lie. But, it was the truth.

"I-it's not a lie..." I trailed off, it was hard to talk. It was hard to feel. Everything was hard.

Her emotions went from sad to furious. She lit a cigarette, took a drag and fear washed over me. She rarely came to visit and whenever she did, this happened. 

She blew the smoke in my mouth and coughs rose to my throat. She glared at me and then, it happened. The one thing I did not want, happened. She pressed the burning end of the cigarette on my collar-bone. It hurt but I knew better than to scream or yelp. So, I just bit my lip and suffered the pain. She lifted the cigarette and I could feel droplets of blood oozing out. 

"You are not welcome home," She spat and stomped out of the room. 

I watched her go away. it felt like the cigarette burnt my heart and not my skin. But, then I remembered that my father was still in the room. I dreaded what came next. But, I couldn't do anything. I was weak, a coward, a faggot, and unneeded. 

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