7 Together *Brock*

I heard Evan close the door.

'He's short, but loud as hell.' I thought as I walked downstairs to make sure he wasn't messing with me. He was nowhere to be found. I was about to knock on Lucy's door, but it opened before I could. Lucy almost hit her head on the ground again, but I caught her hand before she could hit the floor. I helped her pick up her glasses and the book she was holding, then I helped her up. We locked eyes for a moment, but Lucy spoke.

"I finished reading the book." she said as she handed me the book. "I'm a fast reader, so don't get too happy about it."

"Thanks. I have the book I was going to give you upstairs. I'll get it."

"Okay." Lucy's phone rang as I walked upstairs.

I heard a fragment of her conversation.

"Maybe if you never dated her, you'd never be in this situation. I'm not helping you." after that I heard glass shatter and a gasp.

I ran back down and saw Lucy sitting in her room holding something. I walked up behind her and saw the picture. There were two kids on it. They both had white hair and golden eyes. One was a boy with short hair and the other was a girl with long hair and glasses. I assumed the girl in the picture was Lucy, but I didn't know for sure. Lucy stood up, turned around, and I startled her. She dropped the photo and more glass shattered.

"Luka's going to kill me if he sees this." she said as she knelt down and began to pick up glass shards.

I knelt down and helped her.

"I might have an extra frame if you need one." I picked up the photo and saw it was folded.

unfolded it and saw a woman and a man. The man had brown hair and the woman had white hair. She looked like Lucy, but no glasses and older. She grabbed the photo and slid it under her bed.

"Are those-"

"My parents? Yes, yes they are. Technically one isn't anymore, but they're my parents." she said after she cut me off.

She cut her hand on some glass and walked towards her desk. She put a bandage on her finger.

"Is your hand okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine. I've been cut worse."

'Been cut worse?' the words echoed in my mind. 'Has she been cut before?'