Lincoln was going to hell, he was sure of it. After a tense talk with his wife, Ronnie was not happy. Lucy sat across the table from Lincoln, a silk bathrobe covering her luscious curves.
Residual shame clung to Lincoln like a second skin. Flashing to the night before Lincoln feels a twinge in his groin. Ronalda cooked breakfast with her back to her husband they had a nasty argument, ending with Lincoln sayingit's my house.
Those three words cutting Ronnie to her core, this was supposed to be where they started their family. It didn't help that Lucy was hardly wearing anything, what was her problem. It was safe to say that Lincoln would be sleeping on the couch for the foreseeable summer. Sighing Ronalda sets a plate infront of the statue of a girl, earning a monotone thanks.
Lincoln could feel Ronnie's anger radiating from across the room, it was terrible. In the heat of the moment Lincoln snapped at his wife, he'd bought the house so he should be able to invite whomever he wanted to stay. The look of hurt and frustration on his wife's face made him wince before she threw him out of their bedroom, it wasn't fair.
Lucy ate her breakfast slowly as if putting on a show, Lincoln did his best to not look at the Raven but felt his eyes gravitate towards her. Thank God Lola wasn't up yet, he was afraid that Lola would purposely infuriate Ronnie Ann out of spite.
Speaking of the woman the Latina turned to give her husband a dirty look before grabbing her keys, " I'm going to work".
The sound of the front door slamming echoing throughout the house, Lincoln wanted to apologize for being an idiot but knew that when mad talking to Ronnie was pretty much pointless.
" why are you doing this to me"? Lincoln asked searching some compassion from his past lover.
Smiling softly Lucy regarded Lincoln like he was a particularly stupid child, " you made a promise to always love and protect us, lola and I were loyal to you up until the day you betrayed us".
Recoiling Lincoln felt his chest tighten, everything Lucy said was true. He'd made those promises as a boy of fourteen, he'd ment them too until the gravity of the situation sat in. He was blinded by his love for the two and the lust of a forbidden relationship.
" I loved you enough to give you a baby, a peice of the two of us", Lucy hissed tears running down her face.
" you made me get rid of it, I wanted to keep that baby Lincoln. I felt it growing inside of me and you took that away from me"!
Lincoln felt that same deep seated shame, Lucy was adamantly against the idea of abortion. Lincoln had physically forced her to the clinic, fighting his crying sister the whole time. He had panicked when she told him she was pregnant, Lincoln often wondered what their child would of looked like. They would of been about four years old now.
" I'm sorry Luce, I was trying to do the right thing" Lincoln pleaded.
A sharp laugh broke the silence, Lola stood watching from the door " you were only thinking about yourself Lincoln, not Lucy or the baby. Just yourself Lincoln". lola purred icily.
The blonde put a hand on Lucy's shoulder, as the Raven sobbed quietly.
Desperately Lincoln tried too explain, " I always loved you two, I know that things got fucked up towards the end but I was scared. I didn't know what to do, mom and Dad would of called the police and Lucy was only fifteen. She wouldn't of turned sixteen for another four months and I panicked", Lincoln stumbled through his explanation. If anything all his words did was upset Lucy even more, " I was scared when they stuck a tube in me and tore my baby from my womb".
Her words were like an icy dagger, Lincoln was now crying himself. He loved kids and had always wanted a family, he'd never imagined that he'd hurt Lucy in such a way. He'd loved both girls earnestly, but knew that he couldn't marry his little sisters.
Getting up Lucy turned leaving Lincoln to his inner turmoil, her tear face inbeded in his memory. Lola followed behind, but not before giving Lincoln a cruel smile. Her beautiful face morphing into something demonic, " we'll be seeing you at dinner Lincy". With that they were gone, leaving Lincoln with their conversation still in his mind. In the end Lincoln knew that he was the true monster, no matter how he tried to justify himself. Wallowing in his self created misery Lincoln decided that he was going to get drunk, it was all he could think of to numb the pain and the truth.