Chapter 2 Lucas

        10 minutes ago I had no clue where she was taking me, but to be honest, I wasn’t focusing on that. I was focused on our hands...Touching. Luckily she didn’t turn around to see me blush. I never really touched a girl since I kept on avoiding them my whole life. I had to concentrate on my studies and my job, which didn’t end well.

My dad would always ask for money for his own goods. I couldn’t fight back since he would always teach me a “lesson” if I didn’t listen. 

It was the same routine over and over. Wake up, go to school, go to work, then go back to sleep. I got kicked out of college for bad grades and fired because of zoning out too much. 

My dad forced me into an arranged marriage since the family was rich and their daughter thought I was attractive, but I denied it since I wanted true love. With that, my dad kicked me out because he couldn’t deal with me anymore. I had no more money or use for him. It’s quite funny to feel what my mom felt when this happened to her. Useless, forced away, threatened, I never knew I would be experiencing it from my father. 

I had no one. My dad doesn’t want me and my mom is on the other side of the world spending her time with her new family. No friends or family to rely on, just a boy to take care of from now on. But somehow a stranger is willing to let me live with them. 

       The moment I saw the house, I couldn’t believe a wealthy person would want me to live here with them. I thought it was a cruel joke and she just wanted to make fun of me for being poor and homeless, but I was wrong. She was determined to give me a place to stay.

I couldn’t argue much after she pushed me inside the house and locked me in. Before I could do or say anything she walked into a room and told me to take off my shoes. She seems a bit odd but I should be thankful she’s considerate at least.

         I followed her into the room passing stairs and, I think, the kitchen. The hallway has a white print carpet led to other rooms. Photos were hanged organized and flower vases filled with yellow roses were neatly placed. 

As soon as I entered I immediately knew it was a living room. It was bigger than my dad’s apartment. There was a white couch, in the middle, big enough to fit 10 people with a light pink carpet that looks fluffy, and windows that showed her whole backyard that had yellow rose bushes that lead to the middle of it. 

There was a huge gold case of pictures and trophies near the entrance of the room. A T.V. as big as me in front of the couch. The walls were a light gray that matched the white marble floor. There were two doors leading to different rooms. An opening to the room beside the living room, possibly the kitchen. In a corner of the room, separated by black curtains, were a miniature arcade, filled with crane machines, some arcade games, and shelves of board games to a VCR set. Everything looked spotless, not a speck of dust could be seen.

I still couldn’t believe that the living room was this big. I was standing there amazed at how the house was designed before she yelled at me now on her phone saying,” Hey! Are you planning to tell me your name or am I going to call you sir for the rest of your life?” I looked at her and says, “I’m Lucas Kim. What’s your name?” She glanced at me and says,” I’m Wendy.” I nod.

         “So where are your parents? You look too young to be working.”

         “First of all, I’m 19, and my parents are at work. My mom works as a surgeon and is always busy, so she basically lives in the hospital, and since the hospital is a 2 hours drive she has this small apartment. She doesn’t like pumping gas in the air. My dad, on the other hand, is an entrepreneur. He owns some buildings around the world or something like that. It’s hard to keep track of him,” she says. “They don’t even get to see each other often so I wonder how they’re still together. Love must be that strong when you’re old. So where are your parents?”

        “My mom is on the other side of the Earth and my dad kicked me out of his life. Stuff happened. Life is pretty unfair.”

        “I know right,” She looks up from her phone. ”I’ve been living here my whole life by myself. It may seem like a good thing but being alone isn’t the best feeling.”

        “Don’t you have siblings?”

       “I do. But he lives all the way in Florida. We also have this huge age gap so we’re into different things. It’s like he’s in my parent’s generation. That’s how different we are.”

        “Really? How ‘huge’ is this age gap?”

        “11 years, not too big but enough to question if he was my dad. My parents had him really young and they didn’t want another child till they had enough money to take care of him. How about you, any siblings?”

        “2 half brothers. Both twins, both stupid. All they do is eat, sleep, and play. They’re living the best life anyone could ask for.”

        “I see… How old are you? I haven't got to ask yet.”

        “I’m 20. My birthday was a few months ago.”

        “What a coincidence. We’re almost the same age, You could’ve been 73 years old in a young body. I wouldn’t be surprised. I’ve seen many ages.”

I chuckle, “Feel lucky I’m not 73 then.” 

Her phone starts to buzz. She took a glance before picking it up. She flashes me a smile and picks up the phone.