The White Opera

In a world that’s falling apart, Lillia Jane seeks to find the light. Dancing is her soul and passion, but it isn’t always the answer to her problems. She witnessed the murder of her best friend Sophie and won’t be forgetting the feeling of isolation any time soon. Lillia’s parents have moved to Queensland for the summer so now it’s just her and her older brother Brian, as they embark on an amazing adventure through Sydney Australia.

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17. Stay With Me

We both lay on Lucas’ bed for a while, staring at his ceiling in complete silence. The simplicity of being shoulder to shoulder with him calms me completely and I realise that I haven’t thought about Sophie for a while now. All I focus on is my breathing; paying attention to the rhythm of my chest heaving up and down. Every muscle in my body has loosened and I find myself being lured into a peaceful darkness.

When I wake up, I look at the time on my phone, 7:30 pm. In a panic, I check my messages for any signs of Brian trying to contact me – nothing. Noticing that Lucas is no longer in the room, I slide off of the bed, rubbing my eyes and blinking so they can adjust to the darkness. Lucas’ dad told me that he hates people coming in his room so I assume there must be a reason. I poke my head out the door and check to see if he is coming, but judging by the faint melody of whistling, he is in the kitchen. I walk back to his desk, silently turn the lamp on and open the draws, hastily shaking the guilt from my shoulders. One contains a bunch of old notebooks and pens, the other has a pile of certificates, dating back to mid last year. I dig through the pile, and discover that they are not certificates, but doctor’s prescriptions and letters. Curiosity getting the better of me, I pick up a paper at the top of the pile and read the title “Fertility Results”.

Realising too late that the whistling has stopped, Lucas enters his room and sees me holding the papers, “Lillia!” he reaches over and snatches them from my hands. “Are you having a child with Sophie?” I blurt out, it was the only explanation I can think of, “You’re only fifteen!” I sound like an angry parent but the feeling of betrayal and jealousy is consuming me.

“Sit down.” Lucas says, taking a seat himself. I cross my arms stubbornly and stay where I’m standing, “Fine.” He takes a deep breath in and continues, “They aren’t Sophie’s, they are my mums.” I hadn’t heard anything about Lucas’ mum yet, I assumed that she just worked late hours which was why she was never home. “Where is she? Does your dad know?”

“She’s in America, we told dad that it was for a holiday. She couldn’t bare to tell him because it’s another man’s child. I don’t think she’ll be coming back any time soon but we keep in touch.” Lucas was tense; this is probably not something he was planning on sharing. I had told Lucas about my life, but I didn’t mean to find out so much about his so soon.

“I should go.” I say, gathering my shoes from under the bed. “Please don’t.” Lucas says, “We can pretend this never happened. You could stay the night if you wanted to.”

I feel like I have known Lucas my whole life, but in reality, I’ve only known him for just under two weeks. His eyes search mine with a look of hope and vulnerability. “I’ll let Brian know.” I say, surrendering to the idea of a night with Lucas. Brian usually hates it when I am not constantly under his watch, although he now spends so much of his time with Tia that I doubt he even notices anymore. I turn on my phone and find almost 30 missed calls from Hannah, “Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” Lucas asks, worried.

 “I promised my friend that I would meet her this morning and I totally forgot.”

“I can drive you over now if you like?”

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll just wait until tomorrow.” I shrug it off, like its nothing, but I really need to tell Hannah about the dream…

“No really, I want to meet your friend.”

I bite my bottom lip and agree to let Lucas take me to Hannah’s. When we arrive and get out of the car, Lucas gawks at the gigantic house before knocking on the oversized wooden door. Hannah opens the door and upon seeing a boy, twirls a section of her blonde hair around her finger,  “Who are you?” she purrs.

“He’s with me.” I point out, feeling slightly defensive, Hannah’s gaze turns to me, “Lillia!” her eyes shift between Lucas and I and understanding becomes evident on her face, “I didn’t think you would be able to come today! I was so worried something had happened.”

“I was at Lucas’ house, the time sort of slipped away.” Her arches one of her perfectly shaped eyebrows and I give her a deadly stare saying, don’t-you-tell-him-anything. 

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