LACYI mentally cursed Malik for having such an open plan in his cabin. There were no doors that I could shut in Lucifer's face to be left alone. I left him in the kitchen and like expected, he followed me. How would I explain my predicament to him? I hardly knew him but a part of me knew that he would react badly to the news. He seemed to be a closed-off person and I brought him out of his shell by an inch just to kick him back in. I had a high fever, bad cough, aching throat, and a sore nose from all the sneezing but the migraine that enveloped me from all these thoughts outweighed all my ailments. I didn't want to hurt him but at the same time, I didn't want him to hate me. My honesty would repel him from me. This was the main reason why many people weren't honest in this world. I felt his fingers coil around my arm causing me to snap my head back almost giving me whiplash. The look of confusion in his bottle-green eyes pained me. Those o

LACY"For the love of all things Holy, why could I not be a boy?" I cried out, curling up into a ball under the covers. Both my stomach and lower back seemed to be having a competition in which one could inflict the most amount of pain.Last night I planned on staying the night with Lucifer but an unexpected visitor brought about a change of plans. I begged Lucifer to let me go which he eventually did after an hour of crying in pain. I felt bad because he didn't know what to do. He tried to make me comfortable but failed."Hey there, could you possibly not kill my girlfriend!"Lucifer's words from last night rang in my head. I remember the way he bent down to meet the level of my womb as he picked my shirt up and whispered those words. He then placed a gentle kiss on my soft skin causing me to blush uncontrollably. Just thinking of it now made me blush.If I weren

LACYI sat in my massive bedroom, staring out the window. I never thought I would return to the humongous mansion I once called home but here I was, sitting in the room that was known for many years as my bedroom, staring out the window, watching as the rain plummeted onto the cold, hard ground.I never liked the rain but at this very moment in time, there was something strangely beautiful about it. If you observed the droplets long enough you would notice how they seemed to dance around each other as soon as they splattered to the ground.It had been exactly a week since I last spoke to Lucifer. It was almost as if he dropped off the face of the Earth. I received no calls or texts from him and I didn't send any to him because I was a coward. After my near desperate confession, I couldn't find the courage to face him. I didn't want to hear the words of rejection fall from his lips.It brok

LACYMy head ached. My body ached. My limbs ached. But most of all my heart ached. I didn't think my heart could ache anymore after I felt the pain of Lucifer leaving me but I was sadly mistaken because I felt a much deeper ache at my father's actions. My father's neglect, his deceit, and his discrepancies still had me in utter shock. They say that there were five steps to grieving and one of them being denial but I don't think that step could ever come because I knew full well what my father was capable of doing but I thought he drew the line at doing it to family.I guess I thought wrong!Last night, after I blurted out to Axel what his best friend had done, he stormed out of the bar and I could only assume he went to confront Brian. Whereas I decided to give up on my need to consume alcohol and headed home. By home I meant Macy's house since the house I grew up in didn't feel like home anymore.

LACY "Dear Lord, forgive me for I am about to sin," I muttered under my breath as multiple ways to eliminate both my father and Brian drifted into my head.Macy shot me a glare before pinching my thigh, "Pay attention and try not to disturb everyone else around you," Her voice was a low, harsh whisper that only I could hear.I rolled my eyes but decided to take her advice. I didn't want to be the first person to get kicked out of Sunday morning mass. With that being said, I couldn't stop the death glares that I kept shooting toward my father and Brian who sat a few rows in front of Macy's family and me.Macy kept drifting off to sleep during the service. She disappeared again last night with no hint of where she could be going. She also returned at four in the morning and spent nearly an hour in the shower. I didn't want to pry into her business but it was clear as daylight that something