Page 4 of Broken Harmony
“Leave!” she screams. “Now!”
My fist clenches, and it takes everything inside me not to punch this stupid bitch in the face. I hate her. I hate her so fucking much. But I know she’s just dying to have any excuse to ruin my life.
If I get arrested, I can kiss the contest goodbye.
“Fine,” I grind out. “I’ll leave. But until I hear it from her myself, I'm not leaving her alone. Do you understand me?”
“Go!” She points towards my car, fury blazing back at me.
“Go fuck yourself.” I flip her off.
She gasps as I turn around and storm back to my car.
Throwing the door open, I get inside and slam it shut. I’m so damn mad when I put it into drive that I speed off down the street, leaving tire marks behind on the pavement.
I’m too angry to drive right now, so I pull over into the nearest parking lot. Grabbing my phone, I call Lulu.
It goes straight to voicemail, so I try again and again. When I get nothing, I growl in frustration and send her a text, begging her to talk to me.
I toss my phone on the seat and turn on the radio. “Untouched” byThe Veronicas comes on, and I can’t help but snort out a laugh.Ahh, how relatable.
Shaking my head, I sing along mindlessly, looking out the window, waiting for my racing heart to slow down and the rage inside me to simmer. It’s taking everything in me not to go back there and make a scene.
Lulu deserves better. Her parents are monsters in my eyes. Their beliefs are barbaric. Knowing she’s trapped in that house with those people has me going out of my mind.
And the fucked up thing is... no one can do anything about it. Even though I know the cops hate the vile church her parents are a part of. But unless they have proof of anything illegal, they can’t do anything.
Trust me, I can only imagine the fucked up shit they do. I’ve heard the stories. They’re enough to make me sick. Still, there’s no evidence, at least not anything severe enough for something to be done.
So, we just have to sit and watch, waiting until something bad happens. I don’t want to just sit on my fucking ass, though.
But really, what can I do? I’m only seventeen right now.
One day, I’ll make enough money to fight them. I’ll do whatever I can to get places like that shut down and free whoever they have trapped in their grasp.
My phone dings, letting me know I have a notification. Quickly, I turn my music down and grab my phone.
A text message from Lulu.
My stomach flutters with nerves, hands sweating as I open up the chat. My eyes scan it, seeing that it’s pretty long.
I lick my lips, heart pounding as I start to read it.
“My mom told me you came by the house. After last night, I think it would be best if we part ways. After taking some time to think about everything, I’ve come to the realization that we are two very different people with very different futures ahead of us. Thank you for your friendship. But as of now, we no longer have one. You live a life of sin, and I see that now. Homosexuality is wrong. It’s the devil's work. I can not be around someone who has those thoughts and feelings about me. I’m straight. I like men. Only men. I will find a nice man to love me, care for me, and I will live a happy life devoted and faithful to my husband. I will no longer be going to California. I will be staying here and attending the church college program. After years of you getting into my head, trying to turn me against my parents, I now see how toxic you are. I’m sorry, but I can’t have someone like that in my life any longer. My life is for God. And I will no longer stray. Goodbye Alisha. I wish you all the best in your future.”
I stare at the phone, blinking in complete shock.
No. No fucking way.
A laugh slips free, and I shake my head. “Nice fucking try, bitch,” I growl, throwing my phone into the back seat. “But I know that woman way fucking better than you do.”
That message wasn’t Lulu; most likely it was her mother. Even if she didn’t feel the same as she did before what happened last night, Lulu would never talk like that. The only way she would go down that road was because she felt forced, not because she chose to.
That text was either her mother or her mother forcing her to say those things. That's not my Lulu. I refuse to believe it.
By the time I get home, I’m worked up again.
I feel so damn helpless. I don’t know what to do.
