Hello lovelies! Yes, I know I've been absent since forever, but I'm back and better than ever... kinda. Well I have really poor time management skills and haven't been able to update just one good chapter. I am sooo sorry. Thank you so much for the love I've been given so far and the feedback I've received. Hopefully this story keeps being one you all will enjoy. Without further ado…
Their Pain
The Relentless Cycle
3:00 a.m.
At this time, Lucy's head laid on the cool surface of the table. She stared at the darkness of her home, only seeing shadows of walls and furniture illuminated by the light of the moon. All you could hear in the silence where the sobs and hiccups of a heart broken mother. The, knocks could be heard coming from the door.
Lucy stood up; wobbling a little, for the depressant had taken a hold of her with each gulp she'd taken that whole night. She walked to open the door, to her dismay, warm arms embraced her.
"I'm so sorry Lucy. I would've come sooner but I felt like you needed your space. But I'm here now. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I waited to come in the morning and something had happened to you; especially after all of this." She shifted a little big to see who exactly had such hold on her. To her realization, it was one of the few people she wished to see during this time. She hugged him back, sobbing into his shirt.
"Gray, I miss him. I miss my little baby." By this point, Lucy's legs gave in and her friend was finally there to catch her.
"I miss Badr too. Erza will be here in the morning. You know she had business to handle out of the city. But she'll be here soon and then you won't have to deal with this alone." Gray petted her hair, trying to comfort her as best as he could in such a terrible situation. He decided to assist her to the couch. After Lucy calmed down a bit, the harsh smell alcohol finally hit him. He looked around to see a bottle of vodka, almost finished, sitting on the small dinner table.
"Oh Lucy… Have you been drinking alone this whole time?" He looked at his side where the blonde sat. No answer. Instead, she laid her head on his shoulder and pulled out her phone.
"Look Gray! Look! Look at my cute little baby. He looks just like me, doesn't he?"She looked up at Gray, her eyes all puffy and red from the constant crying. She pointed at the screen and gave him a smile. One of the most heartbreaking smiles he'd ever seen. One of reminiscence and the sense of longing something that was long gone. Lucy was in this little bubble of delusion, but Gray didn't want to pop it. How could he? Reality was hell, and if he could withhold reality a little longer so Lucy could stay in paradise, he would.
"Yeah. He looks just like you!" Lucy giggled. Badr had tender brown eyes, just like his mother. He also had the silky, thread-like, blond hair that his mother had. Badr also had freckles and was altogether a very slender child; very much resembling his mother. But of course, the genome was composed of 46 chromosomes. 23 from the mother and 23 from the …
"Where is he?"
"Don't even mention him. The asshole didn't even go to the funeral. Can you believe that? To his own son's fucking funeral. His job was way more important to him apparently." Lucy's face scrunched up in disgust.
"I don't know how you've managed to keep your sanity living like this."
"Don't give me so much credit. My sanity was about to slip very soon until you came." With this, the sobbing stopped. It was just quiet. Until, faint pitter-patter was heard on the roof. Slowly, the intensity of the sound slowly elevated until the night sky's tears almost matched the ones Lucy had shed earlier.
With Lucy still on his shoulder, Gray was about to dismiss himself realizing that Lucy had fallen asleep. Being familiar with Lucy's house, he gently laid her head down on the couch. He disappeared into the dark hall and searched on the wall for the light switch. After finding it and turning it on, he walked towards the closet where pillows and blankets were stored.
Listening to the sound of the rain, Gray looked around the hall, really noticing the efforts Lucy had put in trying to maintain a façade of being a family for her son. However in reality, her cruel fate had placed Lucy in a position of so much suffering. As Gray looked around he saw pictures hanging. She mostly had pictures of herself and her son. Some were pictures of Badr by himself, playing with friends at a local park. Very few were pictures were consisting of those that normal families would take.
It was hard living this life. Gray knew first hand. Lives were constantly being taken by a war waged by criminal conduct. They didn't know any better. This lifestyle was example brought up to them since they were youngins. It's a sad life. Events like these are constantly being reported on the news. They were expected. Whether it be a child or an adult, blood stained the concrete. However, Gray never would've thought that this would be affecting his own. Gray saw Badr as his own child, being that the actual father was never around.
As Gray approached the final picture at the end of the wall, tears fell from the raven haired man. He cupped his mouth, trying to hold back the sound of the wails that were pleading to be set loose. The agony was too profound to be kept to one's self. Badr was an innocent, paying the price of beef within felons.
No.
Gray thought.
If this is hard for me, I can't imagine how hard it must be for Lucy. The next step after recovery is justice. We'll find who's responsible for the death of Badr, who rests in peace.
With that, Gray wipes away his tears. After all, they were all senior workers under a very infamous drug lord. Although this world is hard, and life isn't ideally the 'white, picket fence' type that many dream, they must keep living it. They must keep pushing on to survive. One can't look too into the future, for life takes unexpected twists and turns. But Gray knew exactly what the plan was for the near future.
An eye for an eye right?
With that, Gray reached the handle of the closet door and made his way back to the living room. Although Lucy laid in peaceful slumber, sadness still roamed her. Gray lifted her head gently, placing a pillow under delicately, proceeding to cover her cool body with the blanket. He was going to get revenge, they all were.
Gray walked towards the front door, taking once last glance at Lucy before walking out.
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