CHAPTER 3

All Messed Up

Some people get to have their dream life.

But others are forced to the dark.

Take the chance to see the light.

Or let someone else help you.

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She was still in shock. Her HUSBAND had cheated on her. The one she had been with for nearly 17 years. And he left with someone else.

Layla was sitting near the window, watching the sky. Gray clouds rumbled overhead. No doubt it was going to thunderstorm soon. She let out another sigh. It seemed like she was doing that a lot lately.

Just then, the door slammed shut. She turned her head around slowly, not wanting to see the face that just plunged her heart into a pit of darkness and pain.

"We need to get a divorce."

What? WHAT?

So your wife found out you've been sneaking around with another woman. And that was the first thing you said to her? To get a divorce? Her two feet seemed to move all on it's own.

*SLAP*

A pale hand suspended in midair. Jude's face was turned to the side. Bangs prevented anyone from seeing her angered expression.

"So I stayed with you these seventeen years." her arms shook slightly.

"For nothing?"

The usually sweet voice was even and emotionless. No one could tell what she was feeling right now. Hints weren't given. Life isn't so easy.

"I married you. And no answer?" His face was turning back around.

"A divorce paper. You want a divorce."

Inside, she was breaking down. Because realizing the one you loved was just faking? It's enough pain to last a lifetime.

"So what? You're just going to stay quiet?" She waited for an explanation. You'd think she deserved one.

But Jude had enough of her. After all, he only had toys to play with now.

"You're annoying."

Her eyes were wide open. Fear clearly seen swirling around in the brown. Silver flashed. Blood splattered across the carpet.

Red was stained against white. Sinking in ever so slowly.

Never to come out.

Little Lucy was sitting in a room, all alone. She had grown old enough to understand now.

Don't trust daddy anymore.

But how could you now? How could you ignore the one who MADE you? You couldn't possibly understand the fear and terror when you suddenly realized you said something wrong and he was just staring.

Taking deep breaths.

You don't know when he would strike. You didn't know when he would give you another thing worth crying for.

"You know you're just a mistake don't you? So no one cares."

But-

"No one will ever look at you as if you have anything worth to say."

I-

"You can just go to rot. Anyone going to look?"

Mama-

"Leave. I don't want to see you face. Get out."

She was pushed outside and into the hallway. Away from her home. Oh wait, it never was.

Tears threatened to spill. The door slammed shut. Locked out of that fantasy. Thrust into the truth. She slid to the ground.

Because knowing you weren't supposed to even breathe? Having someone to slap that in further? A heart can only stand so much. Things most people would never have to face. Things that were all brought up upon this little girl. One who entered the world, seemingly unwanted.

So part of the pain was cast into those salty drops of water, and the rest built up inside.

Bandages only take so much. They stay for a second.

The hurt you feel inside?

Eternity could fit the blank.

Lucy had finished. She sat down on the bed, nothing to do. Her mind was as blank as the piece of paper sitting on the desk.

*SLAP*

The girl sat up. What was that? She walked over to the wall cautiously, a bit curious of what was going on. Those brown eyes widened considerably when she heard her mom's voice from the other side.

When did she get home? Was Minerva still here?

"A divorce paper. You want a divorce."

The female was shocked. What had happened?

"You're-"

She didn't hear that last part. Silence. Suddenly, there was a gunshot. You couldn't mistake it.

No...

A hand went up to her mouth. He didn't... he COULDN'T. She started trembling again.

It was all her fault. If she hadn't been born, then Jude wouldn't have had a burden to deal with. He wouldn't have sunk down into a tired and heartless person. He wouldn't have wanted to avoid Layla if not for her annoying daughter.

Lucy had gotten her mom hurt. The blonde had made her father sneak around. She brought this all on herself.

No one else to blame but her.

And now what? What could a mistake do? Obviously not try to fix it alone. She would just mess up even more. The teen quickly slipped on her shoes and ran. Ran away from what she did and to someone who could help.

Lucy ignored the flaring pain from her recent beatings. She went through the streets. It was raining.

The sky was crying.

End.

How was this? I just thought I'd leave on a(kinda?) cliffhanger.

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-SkyFairies