Lucia looked at her own reflection in the small mirror. Her eyes looked tired and her hair was a proper mess. Yet it didn't compare to the feelings inside of her. Oh no, that was a completely different and unsettling chaos.
She wanted to give up and scream out in rage at the same time.
What else could she do?

The taxi finally stopped in front of her small apartment. With a soft thank you, and after paying her fee, she exited the car.

She started looking for her keys inside her purse as she willed her tears to hold just a bit longer.

Just a bit more.

She fumbled with them as she got them out and tried opening the door but her hands wouldn't stop shaking. "Stop it, goddamnit." she murmured to herself as she finally was able to open the apartment gate. She ran up the stairs, up to the second floor. Just one more door, one more door and she could let go. Just… A small click announced that the door was open.

Felicia sat in front of her canvas, while she held the phone between her ear and her shoulder. "... and then he said they no longer had pasta! Can you believe it, Ludy? I said that there was no such thing as 'no pasta' and then…Welcome back, sissy. I thought you were..." her words died in her mouth as she looked up to see the tumbling figure that had walked into her home.

"Ludy, I'll call you back." she muttered and before her boyfriend could even reply she hung up. Putting down the brush on her hand she quickly ran to where her twin sister had fallen to the floor. "Lucy, are you okay? Why are you home so early? I thought you were having dinner with Antonio and-" at the name, Lucia twitched and started shaking.

"Lucy! Lucy, what's wrong, sorella? Lucia?"

Lucia finally looked up at her sister's honey eyes. Her tears were falling freely now, and she tried opening her mouth to explain, but her voice couldn't go over the knot in her throat.

"Lucia, are you hurt?" Felicia asked, her fear growing every passing second. She took her sister's face on her hands. "What's wrong, please tell me!"

"He.. He…" her voice sounded miserable and pathetic even on her own ears. "A blonde… A fucking blonde."

"Did… Did Antonio… was he with someone else?" Felicia asked.

It sounded so much worse when it was said out loud. And the cry that escaped her lips spoke of her completely crushed heart.

"Oh. Oh. Oh Sissy!" Felicia cried as she held her sister close.

"He wasn't… He didn't even… That BASTARD! He's an ass, Feli, he…" she lost her voice again to sobs and cries.

Felicia carefully picked up her broken sister and dragged her to the sofa. She covered her with the blanket they used when they napped. She kissed Lucia's forehead and held her close, softly rocking her back and forth.

"How could he?!" Lucia cried as she clung to her younger sister. "Am I not pretty enough? Am I too cold? I try, Feli, I swear I do try!"

"It's none of those things, sissy. You are beautiful and kind and loving. And I love you. I love you very much, sissy." Felicia said between sobs. It wasn't good for both of them to cry, but seeing her older sister like this… it broke her heart.

Lucia gasped for air as sobs shook her entire body, and she was about to say something else when someone knocked on their door urgently.

Felicia started getting up when Lucia grabbed her hand to stop her, "Please, d-don't open the door." she begged her. Felicia hesitated for a second, bus she shook her head. "It could be Herakles. He might be worried about us." she said softly as she pried her sister's hands from her shirt. Lucia didn't even look up, and as soon as her sister was out of her grasp, she curled up and covered herself completely.

Felicia stood for a second, looking at her sister worriedly. The knocking came again, snapping her back to reality. She walked to the door and gently opened the door.

Lucia had told her a thousand times to be careful who she opened the door for and that she always should close the chain first. She always warned her. But the younger Vargas girl always forgot, although nothing had ever happened. However, this was one time when she wished she would've heard her sister.

"Feli, is your sister home?" his hair was messed up and his green eyes that were normally smiling were now wide with fear and worry.

Felicia hesitated for a second. "She is… but I don't think she wants to see you right now…." she murmured unhappily, not looking directly at the Spaniard's eyes.

"Felicia please. I have to explain what happened." he begged.

Honey eyes looked up in hope. "Explain what? Was it a misunderstanding?" she asked. Maybe it was. Maybe Antonio was teaching the woman how to close her dress or something like that. If that was the case then maybe Lucia was just overreacting and everything was fine and Antonio still loved her!

Antonio didn't meet her eyes, "Please let me talk to her."

Felicia hesitated, but before she could say anything she felt someone else standing behind her. Oh this was not going to be good.

"The fuck are you doing here?" Lucia's words were dripping with venom and Felicia felt a shiver run down her spine.

While Lucia was often angry, she was seldom furious. And right now, she was beyond that.

Lucia reached up to take the door, pushing her younger sister aside, but Antonio's hand stopped her.

"Please, listen to me, I-"

"WHY SHOULD I EVEN LISTEN TO YOU?! HUH?! WHAT COULD YOU POSSIBLY SAY THAT WOULD MAKE ANYTHING BETTER?!" she yelled, digging her nail on Antonio's hand so he would release her.

He didn't even flinch. "It wasn't what it looked like, I-"

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE, ANTONIO. SHE HAD HER LEGS AROUND YOUR HIPS. YOU WERE FUCKING HER AGAINST THE WALL. THAT'S IT. THERE'S NOTHING TO EXPLAIN!"

"No, but I-"

Lucia's voice lowered volume, but her tone threatened with serious physical damage. "I swear, with God as my witness, Antonio Carreido, If you dare say that you love me and not her, I am going inside, I'll get a knife, and make sure you have no children. Am I clear?"

"Lucia, please, could you just listen?"

He sounded frustrated.

The bastard sounded frustrated.

Her body reacted before she did, and the loud slap and the red mark on his cheek were proof that she was not kidding.

"You are dead to me." she said finally, spitting on his feet and turned around, shutting the door on his face.

The apartment was quiet for a few seconds. Lucia wouldn't look up and Felicia wouldn't speak up. The sound of slow steps going down the stairs broke the silence and tears started flowing down her face again.

She finally looked up and Felicia opened up her arms with a sad smile in her face. Lucia fell into her sisters embrace.

A.N.: I wasn't actually going to update this story, and it sort of became a side project for me while I was finishing Child Services... But I got horribly stuck on that story and this one just started flowing! So, yeah. Hope you enjoyed.