Skin Deep [UPDATED 7/19]
xpoetxgurlx:
I love it! I feel bad for Louie. I don't exactly like her father at the moment
ZanarkandFayth:
Quote from: egghugger;1308242
This is really good, its a very powerful begining. Where did you get louie's hair?
I got Lucy's hair off the exchange, so I'm not sure where to get it from really. But that hair is one of my favorites, very pretty in-game.
Thanks for the comment. It'll be updated soon, hopefully.
ZanarkandFayth:
Quote from: xpoetxgurlx;1308513
I love it! I feel bad for Louie. I don't exactly like her father at the moment
Aww... Lucy's daddy is only doing what he can. He's kind of goofy and just wants what's best for his daughter, and sadly he thinks that getting her a mom is what's best for her, even though she really doesn't want one. Lucy has her own demons, and you'll see that later on.
ZanarkandFayth:
Chapter Two
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Dad and I stepped out of the car into foot deep snow. My feet froze on contact. We'd been riding for hours, from town to town, and I got afraid of being so far away from my home. Dad started slowing down around fancy houses three stories high with five cars and girls and boys that looked fragile and expensive, and I wondered with dismay if one of these were where we were going.
And I was right.
"Come on, Lucy," Dad said, grabbing me by the shoulders gently. I looked at him, my brow creased, but he kept smiling. "It's all up from here." I sighed and rolled my eyes. Dad was a bad liar. Dad sighed as well and patted my shoulder, stiffening suddenly, smiling.
"Lucy, I would like to introduce you to Cassandra Balk," he said and turned me to a beautiful, like... BEAUTIFUL woman.
Without hesitation, she grinned from ear to ear and grabbed me up in a tight hug. "Oh, Lucy, it's so good to meet you," she said, her voice a sweet whisper. She smelled like mint and berries, and though I said before I didn't like a normal husband-wife household, I suddenly liked her.
I looked past her to a handsome man, Dimitri Balk, who hugged my dad and talked and laughed...like old friends. So he wasn't just some rich guy that dad happened to know. I smiled in spite of myself, finding that I had barely listened to a word that Mrs. Balk was saying the whole time I was standing there. When I looked up with an apologetic look, she just smiled wider and laughed.
"Well, would you look at that!" she scoffed, clicking her tongue as if she were really irritated. Somehow I didn't think that was possible. "Looks like we can't keep our eyes off them, huh?" I looked around like she had been and noticed that Dad and Mr. Balk had already left. Sneaky bastards.
Their living room was...well, in one word, beautiful. Everything was in place and there was nothing just laying around on the floor in the way. Mrs. Balk stopped me when I tried pulling a chair up to the sofa and told me kindly to just sit beside my dad. Somehow, there was something worried in her voice and the way she put the chair back just the way it was.
Everything, though extremely orderly, was very cozy. She and Mr. Balk didn't mind if I put my feet on the furniture or if my wet, probably dirty, shoes touched their floor. Mr. Balk and Dad started telling stories on each other, telling how Dad was a terror of his teachers and Dimitri was no better, but was sneakier. Mrs. Balk and I just sat back and laughed raucously.
"Oh! Lucy!" Mrs. Balk called to me halfway through Dad telling about a time that Mr. Balk stole the teacher's grade book, which was never found. I looked up and promptly slid my feet off the couch, but she just went on. "Before I forget, I want you to meet my son."
"Your...son?" I asked, hesitating with both words. My eyes flew to her stomach, which was as flat as anything. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her thin, teeny tiny frame, but she just smiled and nodded.
"Yes, he's a sweet heart. You'll love him," she said, as if it would be a blessing.
Standing quickly, Mrs. Balk walked briskly to the steps, saying only, "I'll be right back," and then disappearing upstairs. Mr. Balk sighed and rubbed his head, a tired look on his face. He looked older than his wife, more tired, and more worried than she had before.
A minute later, Mrs. Balk walked down with her son, a photocopy of Mr. Balk except for the black hair and blue eyes, walking close behind her, his hand at her every few seconds, catching her finger or the hem of her sweater.
No matter how much like his father he looked, he took after his mom, I could see, because when Mrs. Balk said, "Casper, sweetie, this is Lucy Marco," saying my name excitedly, as if I were something special, he leaned forward and hugged me quickly, saying on, "Thank you, Lucy."
I was surprised. There wasn't anything to thank me for, except living, but I had a feeling he really didn't care.
"Umm...you're welcome?" I said, shrugging. He laughed, and I saw that he didn't look exactly like Mr. Balk. He had his mom's smile.
Somehow there was something about him that scared me. He wouldn't ever look me straight in the eye, and his eyes were a pale, lightless blue that didn't catch any sort of glimmer or shine.
Shortly after he talked to me, Casper made his way to the piano in the corner, Mr. Balk following, and played something slow and sweet that Mrs. Balk hummed along to and Mr. Balk settled into the chair beside the piano and hung his head, his eyes closed. Dad tapped my shoulder and we scurried upstairs, leaving the family to their own businness.
Dad sat across from me in the room that Mr. Balk had showed him earlier. He looked more relaxed and more happy than he had in a long time. It was good to see, but though the Balks were nice people I still wasn't sure how good a person could be if they got their friend to work for them, but still Dad seemed as happy as he had ever been.
"How do you like the Balks?" he asked quickly once he settled down into the overstuffed armchair in the corner. I shrugged, rubbing the back of my neck.
"They're nice... Mrs. Balk is beautiful--"
Dad smiled and laughed. "Well, she should be, she's an actress," he explained. I widened my eyes, thinking that I should know her, but then remembered that I wasn't into pop-culture. Shrugging again, I went on.
"Mr. Balk is kind of quiet," I said, smiling, wondering how Dad and Mr. Balk got to be friends with them so different. Of course, Mr. Balk was probably worse than Dad, though he never got caught. "Their son though... He kind of freaks me out a little. He wouldn't ever look at me straight--"
"Lucy..." Dad said, cutting me off quickly. He leaned in, his face sad as he spoke very softly, very slowly, "Casper is blind."
hanster:
i could have sworn i commented here before... *shrugs*
anyhow, i like this story a lot so far, very nice :)
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