I tried to change. Got a new life, new family, another new family, the love of my life... I tried to get better. I changed in the worst way possible and murdered my baby sister.
To explain that, I'd have to take you back. Back to...the beginning.
He smiled. So...pretty. I was standing stupid.
"Hi Ezra Luc." He said, pleased.
I met him. He's in front of me; my chief of police father.
"It's just "Luc." Mama told him.
I turned to her waving my hands, "no it's fine!" I turned to Ezra. "You can call me Ezra Luc if that's easier."
Ezra looked a lot different than in the picture. Well of course he does -- it's been over a decade.
His hair was cut short and he had a small beard. He looked as kind as he did in the pictures. His body was broad. He most definitely worked out.
"It's really nice to meet you, Ezra- er, Chief Ezra." I said.
He smiled. "You can call me Ezra."
I nodded okay. He and Lucy looked at each other.
Hm. I sense sexual tension.
I wonder what happened between them.
A man in a suit came up behind Ezra.
"Chief. The wife of the vic is here; wants to speak to you." The man left as soon as he came. Ezra looked at us and smiled apologetically.
"Sorry you two. Let's get dinner afterwards?" He said.
"Sure." Mama replied.
Ezra left, following the man. Mama turned to me.
"What do you want to do? Look around the city? Maybe shop?" She asked.
We window-shopped instead of shopped.
"Sorry Luc. If I go in a store we'll never come out." Mama chuckled.
"It's okay." I said. "Did you know Ezra was a cop?"
"Not at all."
"It took everything to find him and your sister." She said.
"We'll wait fifteen minutes or so before going back to the precinct." She finished. I nodded.
I like being here with her; in Chicago where no one knows me.
I can't wait to get to know Ezra. He seems like a cool dude.
It was easy to find him of course. We just flashed his picture to someone and they were like "oh yeah that's the chief of police." We were both shocked, Mama more than anyone.
My Daddy is the HNIC. Bet he gets shit done.
I don't care that much for shopping, but window-shopping is a different story. Such pretty stuff.
After the fifteen minutes we went back to the precinct. Ezra was putting on his coat, hiding his holster and badge.
"Do you like pizza Ezra Luc?" He asked me.
"Yes." I answered.
"Lucy?" She looked at him. "Are you okay with pizza?"
"Of course." Mama replied.
We went to a pizza joint and got to talking.
"How have you been doing all these years Ezra Luc- Luc?" Ezra asked.
Before I could answer Mama cleared her throat loudly. "It's fine." I said to her.
"I've been doing really well." I said. I was referencing the past couple of years.
"I've graduated." I finished.
"Congratulations." Ezra said. I nodded thanks. "Do you know what you're going to study?"
"Really?" Mama questioned. I haven't told anybody that yet. "That's amazing!"
"It is." Ezra agreed. "Do you want to counsel children or people your age?" He asked.
"Probably people my age." I answered.
"That's really good. The world could use more psychologists." Ezra was impressed. With me! Awesome.
"I hope you accomplish it. You'll do great." Mama said.
"Thank you. I'll make you both proud." I'll make them all proud.
The two smiled.
Ezra turned to Mama. He looked completely bewitched by her.
"How have you been doing Lucy? What do you do now?"
"I've been well, thank you." She answered. "I'm a clothing designer."
Ezra's eyebrows raised, "oh? Then maybe you can give my detectives fashion tips." He laughed.
Mama and I laughed too. Guess I know where I get my dry humor from.
"Ezra?" I called. He looked at me and quickly put his pizza down. "How long have you been the chief of police?"
"Two years now."
"What do you do?"
"I still manage the department, but mainly head management and civic duties."
"Ezra, I'd love to talk with you more, but I'm exhausted."
She looked down to me. "We should go get a hotel." I nodded. It was sunset, I'm sure it is reasonable to leave now.
Ezra held out his hand, "hang on. Don't waste your money on a hotel."
"Let me take you back to my house."
Mama scoffed, about to burst out laughing, "you couldn't help yourself could you?"
Ezra pointed, "eh," he said almost laughing.
Guess that's an inside joke between them.
"But really. It's no issue." Ezra said before Mama could protest. "In fact, it'd be great to have you both."
Ezra asked for the check. Oh, I should offer to pay.
"I'll pay." Mama and I said. Ezra snickered.
"Hush you two." He said. I held up my hands and gave up.
Once Ezra paid he slid out the booth.
"I'll drive you two."
"But my car." Mama said.
"I can have someone pick it up and bring it to the house."
Mama didn't argue. We got into Ezra's car after taking our bags from Mama's car. I sat in the back. I don't blame Mama for being tired; it was a twelve hour drive.
I think Ezra has a chilling voice. It puts my nerves at ease.
We pulled into a drive way and a tall white house was at the end.
"Wow." I whispered.
It was nice on the outside, some bushes were carefully placed around the steps leading to the porch. There were white seats on the wrap-around porch. Awesome.
"Okay, here we are." Ezra said as he turned off the car.
We got out. Mama stared at the house with tired eyes. While she did that we took the bags out of the car.
"Come on." I said to Mama as I passed by with my bags.
"Right." She's a zombie now. We went inside.
"Nice digs." I said to Ezra.
"Thank you." He replied. "I'll show you your room."
He took us upstairs. There was a room at the end of the hall and a bathroom on the left. There was another room right beside the staircase and another at the other end of the hall.
"Take your pick." Ezra said, pointing two the last two bedrooms.
"The one at the end of the hall has a bathroom in it?" Mama asked.
"Yes." Ezra answered.
"I'll take that one." She started to walk then stopped. "Ugh. It's so far." She whined.
I chuckled. "You can take that room."
"No. I can make it." She said. She walked the long hallway and went into the room.
Ezra and I looked at each other.
He gestured to the vacant room, "get settled in. Get some rest."
I nodded and went into the room. I cracked the door and put my bags by the foot of the bed. The room was kind of blank. It had white walls and a dark ebony wood desk on the wall opposite of the bed. The bedding was plain white.
I opened my suitcase and pulled out some pajamas.
"Sorry it's so dead." I turned around quickly. "Sorry." Ezra said again.
"It's fine." I said. Even though we all know I hate white rooms.
"You can decorate it however you like. If that's your thing." He said. Hm? Exactly, how long are we staying?
"Okay." I nodded.
"Alright. I'll leave you to it. Goodnight Ezra Luc." Ezra closed the door.
I like being called Ezra Luc. I also like being called Luc. Which one do I choose? The one that carries so much pain, or the one I was born with? The one which is pure and unwritten?
When I was in my pajamas and settled in, I called my parents.
"Hi Luc. How is it going?" Mom asked.
"It's going great." I spoke lowly.
"My father is the one in Chicago. And guess what? He's the chief of police." I spoke quietly. Didn't want to potentially wake anyone.
"Wow." Both Mom and Brian said.
"Are they treating you well?" She asked.
"Yes, Mom." I chuckled.
"I'm kind of tired. Can I hang up now?" I asked.
"Sure." She said.
"Goodnight. Love you." She said.
"Love you too." I hung up and laid down. I texted Indra before going to sleep.
"Everything is great. Love you."
In the morning I found my way into the kitchen, on the way I saw shelves with nice knick-knacks.. Ezra was sitting at a small round table cleaning a shotgun. Gun!
"Oh!" I jumped.
Ezra jumped slightly. "Oh sorry. It's alright." He covered the gun with the tiny cloth he was using -- pretty ineffective, but it's the thought that counts.
"Um, good morning." I said nervously.
I was dressed and groomed nicely. Wanted to look my best.
"Good morning. Would you like breakfast?" Ezra asked.
"Shouldn't we wait for Mama?" I asked.
Ezra looked at the clock on the stove.
"You should probably wake her. I have to leave soon and I'd like to have breakfast with the two of you." He said.
"If it's okay, of course." He waved his hand. I could tell he's really nervous around me.
He and Mama got along pretty well. Like they still loved each other. Why did they split- or divorce?
"It's okay." I said.
How do I wake her?
I cupped my mouth, "Mama?" I whispered.
"Poke, poke." I whispered as I poked her shoulder.
She opened her eyes. Her hair was in her face. She quickly brushed it away.
"Mm. Morning." She sighed.
"Morning." I said sweetly.
"What's going on?" Mama asked.
"Ezra wants to have breakfast with us." I said
Mama sat up quickly. "Breakfast...Ezra's cooking."
She hopped out of bed. "Let's go!"
She pulled me by the hand and ran downstairs.
We burst into the kitchen. I panted heavily. Ezra turned his head. He was already at the stove with pans on it and a spatula in his hand.
"Morning." He said to Mama. "Sit down you two. Breakfast will be ready soon." There was nothing in the pans yet.
"Kay!" Mama squeaked and sat us down.
"What is going on?" I leaned over and whispered to her.
She leaned over, "Ezra is a really good cook."
"Really?" I asked.
"Really! He could be a professional if he wanted." Mama said.
"What is with us and choosing men who cook well?" I quipped.
"What you two whisperin about?" Ezra asked loudly.
We sat up quickly, "nothing!"
We ate breakfast together. It's like we're a real family! We talked a lot again.
"Did you guys sleep well?" Ezra asked.
"Yep!" I answered. Mama said yes as well.
I can't believe this. A father and mother. I'm so happy to be here.
"Good." Ezra said proudly. He turned to Mama, "I told Ezra Luc already; I have to leave for work soon. I'll try to be back as quick as I can."
Mama stopped eating and listened.
"You guys can stay here for as long as you like or go out and about." He said.
"Alright." Mama said.
"Don't worry. We can still talk later." Ezra said to her. Mama nodded.
We finished our breakfast and Ezra left.
There are so many ways I'm like Lucy, and many ways I'm like Ezra. The quippy one-liners. Creativity.
I'm so happy here! They're incredible! I can't stop smiling.
"Sorry you two. It was really nice having breakfast with you, but I need to go into work now." Ezra said with a sad look. "Please feel free to stay here if you'd like."
"That's fine. We'll be around." Mama said. I nodded. Ezra smiled and got up.
"Have a good day." He said.
"You too." We said.
I was somewhat shocked to realize Ezra hadn't started a new family. Maybe he only had eyes for Mama...
Maybe we'll do something fun today!