Drowning In Color | ✔️

Chapter Twenty-Seven

She grabbed my shirt and used it to wipe her tears. Her sweet, warm cries that I'd be glad to remove from that pretty face of hers.

To make her feel better, I took out the macarons that I had bought earlier. They came in an assortment of flavors, depending on the color. I picked the purple one, simply because it matches her name, and waved it in front of her face.

"I'm really becoming more and more like your cat, aren't I?"

I chuckled. She got me there. "Since I can't have one, you'll have to do," I replied, waving the macaron again, waiting for her to pounce. "Well? Won't you grab it?"

She jumped, her face reaching for it. I couldn't help it. I leaned in for a devious kiss on her lips. As foreseeable, she pulled away shyly the instant we contacted. Then pouted at my sly tactics. Regardless, I count that as a score in my book. Gosh darn it... Why do you have to be so cute?

Unable to control my sudden urges, I lifted her slightly and pushed her down, kicking away our notebooks and writing materials. I began lifting her sweater while trying to unbuckle her belt with the other hand. She squeaked in fear and struggled to fight back. But she still bit her lip out of consideration for me. I'm sorry.

"Luka!" I'm in trouble. Mom just had to come bursting in at that moment. Damn, why can't the universe find a less harsh way of telling me to fuck off from her? "You get off her right now!"

My hands shivered. Without a word, I crawled towards the side, where it could clearly be seen that I had released her. Goddamn. What is wrong with me? I'm going out of my mind!

My lovely Vio packed her things away while Mom was still at the door, staring down at me. I gulped. All I could do was fake a laugh that seemed like a cough, if anything.

"You seem to know the concept now. So you should be alright with the rest of the questions," I said, hoping to lessen the awkwardness. Doubt it helped.

I watched as she scurried out of my room. Wow, Luka. You failed to send your own girlfriend, that you kept hostage, home. Which of the two ladies were the lesser of my worries?

"Son of a bastard, Luka! You really want to be like your father, don't you? Have you no shame?"

Duh. When have I never? Guilt consumed me on the inside. But can I show it? Can I even show my real feelings to anyone?

Mom stormed into the room and slapped the books off my desk and onto the floor. What didn't topple over though, she threw at me. Thankfully, my reflexes were good enough to anticipate the projectiles and shield myself with my hand.

Great. She was probably just trying to call me down to clean something, and now I'm in deeper shit thanks to belated puberty. Worst of all, Violetta's probably scared out of her mind after what I'd done. How could I have let myself turn into a scum like everyone else?

She slammed the door shut. I feel like someday, the hinges might just pop out. She didn't even tell me what she was about to say if she hadn't caught me in that moment. I really messed up big time. She doesn't need anymore stress on her plate.

When I went down to the living room, I saw the regular sight. I crept past her and into the kitchen. To no surprise, dishes—every person's nightmare. No time like the present to clean all that. I grabbed the sponge and started scrubbing.

Clink! Another glass broke. I ignored it. She probably didn't drop it. Based on experience, she most likely threw it. Gotta watch my step on the way out.

I grabbed the broom and dustpan. And barely dodged the projectile on my way out. I think subconsciously, she was trying to kill me. Yeah, I really fucked up there. And it's not like she really ever wanted us anyway.

I started sweeping. Feels like I'm gonna grow old before I pick up all the little shards though. I caught her throwing another at me. Luckily, I caught it this time before it could break. So I placed it carefully at an empty spot that is undisturbed.

"Mom, why don't you go to bed now? Don't you have work tomorrow?"

She was sobbing on the armchair. She tried to lift herself up, but stumbled around. Knowing that, I couldn't let her walk up the stairs on her own.

I slung her arm my shoulders and guided her around. Crap, I think she passed out mid-way. In hindsight, it probably would've been better for her to just stay on the couch. With as much energy as I had, I managed to drag her to her bed and lay her down on it.

I went back down and looked back at the rest of the mess. There goes my plans for the night.

=====

Man... We really are starting to see his past unfold, aren't we?

Curious question: Now that you've made it to this point, what do you think of the characters so far?