CHAPTER 6

"-Is this your idea of a sick joke?

-Mom--

-No, Lucky! I know you are still mad at me about finding out how I married your father’s brother and you felt cheated, but that’s not a reason to come here and make my heart stop like that!

-MOM DAMMIT I’M NOT CRUEL! It’s the truth! Call grandma Laura, ask Lu, call Robert even, I’m telling the truth!"

Lucky saw Elizabeth start to cry and he took her in a tight embrace. He didn’t know what to say, what do to, to take his mother’s pain away. He was stroking her hair and she was asking him why he never came to see her. But he didn’t have the answers. All he knew was that he knew about her and Nikolas, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell her.

Elizabeth started to talk about Lucky, her Lucky, the old Lucky. She told her son everything they did together, not that the boy didn’t already know it by heart. Elizabeth had spent her life making sure he knew everything there was to know about his father.

"-Do you want me to take you to him? Lucky asked

-NO! I can’t face him Lucky, not after what I’ve done.

-What did you do that was so terrible?

-I married his brother! Remember how much you were hurt when Belinda chose Stefan over you. Imagine how you would feel if you knew she married your brother only three months after your tragic "death", where you "died" to protect her, only months after she vowed to love you forever. Granted I never loved Nikolas, and he knows it. We got married so I wouldn’t have to raise you alone, with no money. But I still had his 2 children, I still share his bed every night and I still let him make love to me."

Lucky thought back on his life and it was true. Never, not once did he hear his mother tell Nikolas "I love you" or just answer "Me too" when he said it. She always answered "I know".

"-I just can’t face him Lucky. Elizabeth sighed. What is he like?"

Lucky told her about Robert, about how he looked scared of Laura, how he said Spencers would get him and Kiara killed. Lucky could see it was hurting his mother, but she had to know what kind of man he was now.

"-What did he say when he saw you?

-He said I wasn’t his son. Nothing else.

-Oh Lucky, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened to him to become like that. He wasn’t, I swear he was a wonderful man

-Kiara told me about him. She said sometimes he was affectionate and funny, and sometimes he was just plain cold. He seems like he has 2 personalities mom.

-Oh Lucky, I just realized something. Kiara’s your--

-My sister. I know"

Elizabeth took her son in her arms and rocked him gently. She knew how much he loved Kiara. They reminded her of herself and her Lucky. They were together no matter what, and now they couldn’t be. Why was Lucky cursed? He had finally found his woman, his soul mate, and he had to give her up.

Lucky told his mother he needed time, to sort things out, and that he would be back the next day, once everything had sunk in. When he arrived home he had a message on his machine. It was Kiara. She said they needed to talk. Lucky sat on his bed and took the phone, but before he could call her he started to cry. How was he supposed to see her now, knowing it was impossible to hold her, kiss her, tell her how he felt about her? What about their dreams? What about their life together they were gonna build? It was all gone. All because his father wasn’t man enough to step forward and face his past. If Lucky and Kiara knew they were sister and brother in the first place, their fling wouldn’t have turned into love. And he wouldn’t be hurting so bad. Actually wishing to die. He waited for the next morning to call his sister back. His heart broke once more.

"-Hey Kiara, you called?

-Yeah. I wanted to know if you were feeling better, she said, uneasy

-Physically, yeah. Emotionally, I’m a wreck. He said, honestly

-Me too. Oh Lucky, what are we gonna do?

-What can we do? We have to stop seeing each other "that way" Kiara. And I doubt your father will let us be friends, after the way he talked to my grandmother yesterday. Lucky answered, still unable to use the term "our", referring to their family

-I have to give up my love for you, I don’t want to lose your friendship too. I don’t care what he says. I know you won’t hurt me and you will do everything to keep me safe

-I know that too, but Robert seem to think the Spencers are still in black dealings. My grandfather left everything behind. The last hit was his club, 16 years ago. Nothing has happened since then.

-Did you tell anyone? About him being alive?

-My mom. She didn’t take it well. Did he talked to you about her?

-Yeah. We had a heart to heart after you and your grandmother left. He told me everything, how if he had known you were his son he wouldn’t have let you go. He saw you and your brother, you were 2 he was 6 months old. He thought you were his brother’s. That’s why he was so cruel. It has nothing to do with you"

Lucky sighed. She knew him so well, she just knew he needed reassurance about his father. They talked for awhile, trying to minimize the pain of not being able to say what they really wanted to. Kiara told him about Robert’s real personality, how he loved music and laughter. She told him he promised he would try and be more himself with her from now on.

"-Will you help me?

-You know I will. What can I do?

-Can you lend me your guitar? I want my dad to sing and he’s been using the fact that he doesn’t have one as an excuse.

-Sure, want me to bring it over? My acoustic or my electric?

-Oh boy, I have no idea. Better bring both of them. Can you do it today? My dad isn’t working and he wouldn’t have the choice but to let you spend the day with us.

-You know, I’ve been thinking about something. My mom doesn’t want to go see your dad, and I doubt that he wants to see her. Do you think he still loves her?

-He says he still does. He says he never forgot about her, except the short time he was with my mom, but at that time he didn’t remember anything. Why? What do you have in mind?

-Well, my mom still loves him. So much. But she thinks she doesn’t deserve to see him because of the fact that she says she betrayed him by marrying my uncle Nikolas. But I know she’s dying to see for herself that he’s still alive. I was wondering, do you think we should get them together?

-My dad would never go for that. He doesn’t want to have anything to do with his old life. And from what you told me, your mom wouldn’t go for it either.

-I know. That’s why my truck is broken and I need a ride back home. I have to call my mom and ask her to pick me up at my friend’s house.

-I love the way your mind works. Get your butt over here."

Kiara took a quick shower and changed her clothes. After doing that she stopped and thought about everything, only to cry again. Why was she making herself beautiful for Lucky? There was no use anymore.

Robert was in the living room reading a book on ruins, when the doorbell rang. Kiara ran downstairs to open the door before he could. Lucky was there, with both his guitar cases and his amplifier. Kiara let him in and gave him a hug, after he put his stuff on the floor. Robert got up and walked up to him. They stood there, not knowing what to say. Finally Robert smiled and looked at the guitar cases.

"-You play?

-Yeah. I’ve played since I was 4. Kiara thought you might like to scratch them for a while.

-Can I see them? I haven’t touched a guitar in forever!"

Lucky had the biggest smile when he brought the guitars in the living room. He opened his first case, the electric guitar and handed it to Robert. Robert shook his head and waited for the acoustic one. When Lucky put it in his hands, Robert gently caressed it like you would caress a baby’s back. He put in on his knee and played a few notes. He had the smile of a kid on Christmas morning. Kiara looked at Lucky and his heart warmed. She was so happy to see her dad happy.

"-So dad, you said you would sing if you had a guitar. Said Kiara

-I don’t remember any songs.

-I’m sure there’s one you remember. Said Lucky. Since I’m the one providing the guitar, can I make a request? He asked, his heart pounding

-Depends on the request, said Robert. If I can, I’ll gladly do it

-Well -- how do I say this -- my mother told me you wrote a song for her, but, I played with the tape without permission when I was 3 years old and I broke it. She was so upset with me, she cried for days. When I started to play the guitar and was old enough to understand, I wanted to know the song my father wrote for my mother, but she didn’t know how to play. She sang it to me though. But I would like to actually hear it. From you."

Kiara’s heart was beating. Lucky had talked to her about the song his father had written for his mother to let her know he would always be there. He was so desperate to hear his father’s version. Kiara saw Lucky hold his breath, waiting for his father’s answer.

"-Boy, I haven’t sang that in years. Robert scratched his cheek. That meant he was nervous. I might be a little rusty so, don’t hold it against me"