I'm sorry, Mr Lucas, Rosalinda, who had become the Scott family's ex- housekeeper, sighed sorrowfully.
I'm sorry too, Lucas mumbled gloomily, without raising his eyes from his homework. He couldn't stand that woman's tears. False tears. Crocodile ones. Female ones.
You cry at first, then you betray and leave, the boy wished he could shout at her, but he held back and grasped the pen violently, till he almost broke it.
You don't need me any more here. Your house is small and your father doesn't want me Rosalinda tried to justify herself.
It's all right.
I'm so sorry.
What for? For seizing the opportunity and running away from a violent and drunkard master who often beats you too? he wished he could answer.
Enjoy my father's severance pay.
Mr Lucas, I didn't want to leave. I've stayed here all these years just for you...Things got worse after your mum's death, but I stayed here in spite of it all, even if I was never brave enough to revolt against Mr Scott.
Goodbye, Rosy, Lucas stopped her as he couldn't stand that woman's words any more. She should go and relieve her conscience with someone else! He had to study, as he was sick of being teased for the way he read in front of other people, or for his poor marks, even if he tried hard to do better.
Since Kira had left, his clever and sagacious mind as she used to call it, seemed to have retired!
Kira...
If he just thought about her, he could feel his stomach churning till he had to bend down with spasms.
He didn't even notice the housekeeper who was still standing by his bedroom's door.
Mr Lucas.
What else do you want from me? I told you to go away! the boy suddenly burst our furiously.
I've done a lot of mistakes with you, when I used to support your father... I was scared, but... No, I don't have any excuse, but I'm going to tell you something I always kept secret.
I don't care, Lucas stopped her, getting more and more furious.
It's about Kira, the girl who went back to Japan last year, Rosalinda hinted, knowing that it was a delicate subject.
Kira. Once more.
A new spasm stroke his stomach violently.
I don't care, Lucas told her again, twisting his hands to stop shaking with anger and despair as he had done all that year long. The worst year in his life.
I know you're lying. That girl was everything to you, Mr Lucas. I saw how much you suffered in the last months. You have to understand me: I wish I could have told you before, that Kira didn't forget you, as Mr Scott made you believe. I regret what I did, but I don't want to go away without telling you the truth. Kira wrote several letters to you in the past months. Eighty-six, exactly.
She had finally succeeded in being the centre of Lucas's attention: he was staring at her bewildered, with open-wide eyes.
Eighty-six letters? So, where are they? he was able to ask her, while his brain was trying to focus on her words.
Your father took them and burned them. All of them, she revealed, while she avoided telling him that she had always read them. I'm very sorry.
Lucas kept staring into space with his hazy mind for a long while, before he could move a single muscle.
He didn't even react when Rosalinda went on saying she was sorry, before going out of that house, never to come back.
When Lucas came back into the real world, he could just feel a blind anger against the man who had brought him into the world and had then taken away from him even the poor comfort he could get in reading his best friend's letters.
He had been suffering for a long time and he hated Kira for having left him, after she had sworn again and again that she would never do it.
She had told him that she was ready to give anything up for him and she would never leave him, but instead...
Not even the t-shirt she had given him that cursed summer was left to him, as he had torn it to pieces in a fit of folly, after he had been discharged from hospital because of a dislocated shoulder.
He had fallen from the stairs by accident, he had told them after his father had threatened him.
He walked to the living room in a state of trance, since he knew he would find his father there, as drunk as a lord.
Their house was small, unlike the villa where they used to live in the past and which that vicious monster had foolishly lost in a game of poker a month before.
He quickly got to the piano-bar, where he found an empty bottle of bourbon lying on the counter.
His father was leaning down and looking for something else to drink, but he caught a glimpse of his son's arrival and he got up.
Where's Rosalinda? I want her to go and buy some more bourbon, the man muttered while he tottered to his armchair, but his son blocked his way.
You fired her, don't you remember? She went away a few moments ago and she told me about Kira's letters, Lucas told him, trying to hold back the anger which was starting to prostrate him.
Silly bitch! Why should she tell you?! I wish I had fired her before.
How could you dare burn Kira's letters, Lucas burst out, unable to hold back any more.
His father looked at him for a moment, puzzled by his son's sudden verbal attack, then he recovered his temper.
I'm your father and I can do what I want! You belong to me.
I don't belong to you! Lucas shouted as an answer.
How can you dare talk that way to your father? the man got angry, addressing his fist to the boys' chest, but Lucas was able to avoid it by a feline leap. However, he was too angry to be satisfied with protecting himself. He needed to let off steam.
He felt the urge to give vent to his anger by beating someone for the first time in his life so, before he could even realize that new desire, he could feel his whole body stretching towards the man who had turned his childhood into hell, and striking his jaw violently, taking advantage of the drunkard's unsteadiness.
He was taken back into reality by a sharp pain in his hand.
Darren Scott was surprised and shocked by that attack, which had been more violent than he wanted to admit: he fell to his knees and felt a pain in his face.
He was trying to stand up, when he was stricken again, by a powerful kick which left him breathless.
Silly bastard! the man shouted at Lucas, panting and trying to protect himself.
You are a bastard! the boy replied, then assaulted him once more.
I'll go and fetch my belt, then we'll see if you dare talk to me like that again, he threatened him in a voice shaking with anger.
Just beat me! Beat me as long as you wish, dad! These are the only things you can do: get drunk and beat me. Well, you can do it, but I'm not going to keep still and wait for your blow with the belt any more! his son shouted at him exasperated, while he went on punching him.
You...rotten merchandise... the man muttered, shaken by his son's assault.
You're rotten merchandise! his son suddenly replied. He felt tired of that assault which he couldn't stop any more and which seemed to get stronger and stronger after each new blow.
His father burst out laughing scornfully.
Lucas, just remember this: a fruit never falls far from his tree.
What do you mean?
I mean that you are as corrupted and rotten as me. You're my son and I'm your father! My same blood runs in your veins!
I mean that you are as corrupted and rotten as me. You're my son and I'm your father! My same blood runs in your veins!
I'm not going to be like you!
You already are. That's why everybody keeps leaving you, just like your mother did to you and me. Nobody wants to stay with such a failure as you. Even your young friend ran away, as soon as she could.
That's not true! Kira loves me. They forced her to leave.
You're a poor fool! That girl never really loved you, or she would have stayed here! You know, Lucas, I read the letters she kept writing to you. What a mawkish girl! But I can tell you this: Kira isn't coming back to you any more! And she isn't writing to you again, because she has decided to give up running after such a poor fool like you, his father told him scornfully.
Lucas would rather be slashed by his father's belt at that moment, than listening to his terrible words, which were rotting him from inside.
He was feeling dirty and ready for self-destruction.
He called Kira's name one last time, but he already knew that his dear friend wouldn't run to help him and heal him from the pain which was tormenting him. She would never come back.
He rushed out of the room, feeling shattered and disgusted for what he was and what he might become, and left his father there, coughing and recovering his breathe with the help of a bottle of whisky.
RELATIONSHIPS
Tokyo, Japan, January 9th 2017
You're so beautiful, her mother whispered to her, while she finished combing her hair.
Thanks, Kira exclaimed with a broad smile on her lips, which made Elizabeth's heart leap with joy. Seeing that happy look on her daughter's face was the best lenitive she had, to wipe away the anxiety and anguish she had been feeling in the last two years.
And it was all happening thanks to Adam Gramell. By his sweetness and sensitivity, that boy had been able to find his way into Kira's heart, helping her to forget Lucas Scott, that boy in Princeton.
Elizabeth hadn't certainly appreciated very much the fact that he was two years older than Kira, but her daughter's smile had been enough to dispel her fears.
Besides, Adam was the kindest and most harmless boy in the world and Kira didn't seem to worry about all the love letters he got from his classmates.
I trust him, mum! I know Adam very well, and I'm sure he would never deceive me! Kira had told her two weeks before.
Deceive you? Oh, Kira, have you already gone so far? You told me you were just friends! You're still so young and... her mother had got scared.
Keep calm, mum! And then, I'm fifteen years old, nearly sixteen! I'm not a child any more and we haven't gone so far yet, even if Adam is seventeen!
Really? Haven't you? Would you tell me, if it was...
Mum, just trust me. Adam and I are just friends, even if I can't deny that we have been thinking about pairing off lately.
Please, Kira...
I know: I must take it easy. I mustn't hurry up. As you always say, make love and not sex with a stranger. Blah, blah, blah, Kira kept saying like a robot, as she had memorized her mother's advice. Elizabeth had panicked five months before, when Kira had told her that her classmate Misaki wasn't a virgin any more.
That's perfect.
However, Adam knows I'm not ready yet and that's okay for him. He told me that our friendship is the most important thing.
I hope so, her mother sighed, surrendering.
Luckily the door bell rang at that moment, putting an end to a conversation which always made Kira uneasy, also because of her sense of guilt for all the lies she kept telling about Adam and herself.
It must be Adam! Can you go and open the door? I'm still choosing the shoes I'm going to wear, Kira asked her, trying to tidy up the clothes she had thrown on her bed.
She saw her mother hesitating for a moment, before she walked away.
I'm really happy, do you know it? she told Kira, then she went out of the room.
So am I, mum. But please, hurry up now, or Adam will believe that I'm going to keep him outside in the cold. You know he feels it so much!
I didn't believe you could start smiling again, after we left Princeton and... Lucas, Elizabeth mumbled cautiously. She hadn't spoken about that for some months, because she didn't want to make her daughter cry, but she felt that something was changing at that moment.
Kira suddenly stopped when she heard her friend's name, then, without raising her eyes from her clothes, she succeeded in answering after a long while, without surrendering to sadness.
I'm going back to him, mum. I promised.
Elizabeth started shaking because of her daughter's words and she understood she was wrong: nothing had changed.
***
Princeton, Kentucky, January 15 th 2017
As soon as the girl's mouth brushed his lower lip, he couldn't avoid moaning with pain.
Couldn't you wait one more day, before letting Kurt split your lip? the blonde girl said in a flute-like voice, making her tongue slip down his neck till his naked chest.
Come on, get dressed. My lesson is starting in twenty minutes, Lucas suddenly got nervous, trying to get free from that leech.
Since when have you cared about school? the girl laughed amused, putting her bra on with a theatrical gesture, trying to turn Lucas's attention on herself, but he didn't reply and without even casting a glance at her, he put his trousers on and walked away.
Are you going to call me tomorrow? There's a party... she tried again.
No, I'm busy Lucas said quickly in an irritated voice, making the girl's nerves jump.
Are you ditching me, filthy bastard?
Just think as you wish. I'm going.
Is that all? We've just made love and you're leaving me like that now! the young woman sobbed, on the verge of tears.
Lucas cast a quick glance at her and felt like breaking something, when he saw her tears. His hands were still hurting after his fight with Kurt, so he had hoped he could calm his fiery temper with the help of Jennifer's fabulous body, but, as it had happened to him four times before, he hadn't felt anything for her, excepted an overwhelming orgasm.
He avoided reminding her that what they had just done was mere sex, since he didn't know anything about her, just her bra's size.
That's true, he just answered, then he shut the door behind himself and rushed to his classroom, ready to start a mess and to annoy professor Kleyton.
***
Tokyo, Japan, January 23 rd 2017
Are you ready? Adam whispered to her, approaching his lips to hers.
Kira swallowed hard and nodded slightly. She felt like a coiled spring and her heart was beating fast, while she kept wondering if she was doing the right thing.
Listen, if you've changed your mind about it... Adam got worried and moved away from her.
Of course I haven't! Kira got nervous. She had had that idea as she wanted to help her friend, so she couldn't back off now. I'm ready.
She could see Adam's face approaching hers once more, till she felt his lips on her own. She started, at a loss, opening her lips slightly and getting closer to him, just like Misaki had told her.