Chapter - 3

Lucas stayed in his room and languidly walked to the door, it had already become accustomed to him to hear her and all her conversation but since it was the first time he was about to hear someone else since he met her, the excretion of his mind wasn't able to give up, he'd loved to know her more since he'd found some imperfection in her, he prudently opened the door a bit and peeked through and found a man standing tall against her door, and shouting, his hands had the tattoos, like a ridge of heath piled up with trees though his hands weren't as attractive as those trees. 

"Open the door!" He slapped at the door, if Lucas could've seen him in his village then he'd for sure he would not be distinguished there. In Lucas's eyes, he was sure that he couldn't even subsist without the drugs and whatnot. He invariably slammed the door, shouting, then the door swished open, it was her, she'd let him see her. 

"What do you want?" Her words flew out and her eyes were awash with peculiarities but it merely added anything to calm his rage. His hands elapsed down then he hugged her. 

"I'm so sorry," the air revived through him and he ascended his fingers through her hair. 

"Just fuck off please," she pushed her away. 

"Why are you here?!" Her tongue didn't restrain her words, it was sharp. His face and manner suddenly shifted in a new direction, he was now being calm and understandable. 

"I'm here for you," for some reason that Lucas didn't know the guy wasn't pardonable in her eyes. 

"After what you did, did you expect me to accept you?!" Her perpetual rage kept riddling through him, he just stood there, not being insular but fanning himself with her words. 

"Look I really am sorry, I should not have done what I did, just give me another chance," the man with all his youth that was on the slope of the down path of a ridge was just stared at her pliably, yet Lucas found his state as if he was implicitly showing his love for her, and the vibe that was radiating through them wasn't any good, Lucas knew that she was the one who always picks up the broken pieces of their relationship and yet he'd never learned anything and always learned to be fussily bastard. All those conversations had fannily opened his heart to the old times unreservedly when he used to live with his parents. 

"How about you go and stay with your slut for the rest of your life?!" The mother shouted, Lucas climbed down from his room, for the last couple of years Lucas could only conjecture the worst scenario, and since as a kid, he couldn't do much between his parents. The dispersion of him in the music during their altercation was helpful at first but this option died down as well, those vulgar fights had become a daily subject lately but still, the love for them within Lucas was still peeking through him, their smile always was the one that made them pardonable. 

"Mama, what is going on?" 

"Lucas, go to your room now and don't dare to come back here!" Vehemently, he walked to his room and plugged his ears with his earphones, the wind hurled outside, and with it, the voices of his parents danced, the loud whimper of them and the cries, it still gave him a worrisome. The next morning when he woke up, his Gramps was there, under the bright light in the dining room. He was there to guide him out of this life. 

"Where are Daddy and Mama?" 

"They're gone Lucas, they didn't want to take care of you." 

"Oh come on, you can't do that, you know I love you," 

"Yes your fake love, I don't need it, I'm tired you know, I'm tired just by ignoring all your mistakes, I even forgot you when you tried to cheat on me with my sister but not anymore, I've had enough of you now, get the fuck out of my life please!" 

"Okay just wait please, come with me," 

"Where?" 

"This is the last wish that I want you to grant for me, please," 

"Okay," she sighed and said with the indispensable. He held her arm and volubly narrated his feet onto the hallway. Lucas stayed silent in his room, though he'd wanted to follow them but the second thought shouted in his mind. Then after giving a thought, he rose with his fingers catching the door. The thought that made him debilitate to follow them was her inexplicable safety of her.

"What if he just tries to kill her? What if he kidnaps her?" He ran through the hallway and knew where'd they were about to go, the rooftop. He'd ran towards then their voices rummaged as he got closer. 

"Be quick!" The soft imposition of her voice. 

"Sit down and at least for the last time, let me spend some quality time with ya," 

"No…. No, I'm not gonna sit down, just tell me whatever you wanna say," 

"Okay, do you remember the day when we met? What a day that was, that was the best day of my life," and then his fervid enumeration of the days that they spent together began. 

"Those days were amazing, wasn't it?" He asked. 

"Yeah until you fucked it all up," 

"Then give me another chance to make it all up," 

"How many more chances do you need, the whole time I kept giving you chances still you don't learn you never did." Lucas stayed beneath the stairs and in his mind, the painting was rummaging around, he'd never imagined her as this caprice of remonstrances in her, still, he was ready to accept her, the eloquence of her feelings that he used to put on the painting, it wasn't anywhere close to her feelings but one thing was common, asserting her feelings, showing it openly, that's the thing that attracted him. 

"Oh just come on, don't be such a bitch, what's the problem with ya?!" His shouting voice had made his painting haze in the air. Lucas lingered there, wondering about the sweet face of her right now, how would she be looking right now?

"My problem?" She asked, 

"Yes, what's your problem?!" 

"I still love you that's my problem!"