"Why don't you say it out loud mum?

"Luke.."

Kara knew what was coming and wasn't ready for it, atleast not here before the whole world, the board members, his family and workers. She should try and stop him. But not Lucas, he's angry and will damn sure let the steam off his own way.

"Go ahead mum," Lucas said, and he looked into Kara's pleading eyes for a moment, if it was any other thing he would had stopped. But this is war, a silent battle that's been raging on fiercely beneath the surface since the day he introduced Kara to the family as his woman. It must end now, he'd made his mind up. So he slowly unlocked Kara's desperate grip, and edged closer to his mum, bold, daring. The room quiet as ice.

"Every other thing about you screams it, so why don't you save us both the pretense and say it the f**ck out loud mother, give your goddamned leeches something to stick their suckers into."

"Lucas, she's your mother..." Kara started but he cut her short.

"I know what she is," he said looking defiantly into his mum's face. If she felt anything she didn't show it. Lucas turned back around to Kara and continued.

"Most of my life was spent here, right here in this house. I know what my family is, we wear fancy clothes, drive luxury cars and smile like saints, but we're not and this mansion is no home, it's a jungle, a very scary one. And you'd better be on your strongest guard, cos everything here, even the tiniest most innocent looking ones are driven by an unquenchable animalistic thirst for blood." He concluded, breathing rather hard, raging.

"You're pathetic Lucas, you're weak, and it rips my heart apart to know that I raised you, a weakling." She paused a few moments, maybe to let her words sink in, she's good at getting on people's nerves.

"And Like hell you're right, I wish it wasn't your brother who died in that crash." She finished, it was barely a whisper but carried the strongest emotions. No soul moved or as much as breathed, time seemed to halt, same with life.

"Hmph, ha," Lucas grinned.
"Well done mum, you got a part of that wish granted, consider me dead to you. Kara, baby let's get the hell outta here."

"Lucas, Luke, please... I'm so sorry Mrs Sorenson, I'll talk to him, he'll listen to me, he... Kara said, it was useless but she had to say something.

"You don't seem to get it Kara, nobody here cares what you think." Lucas said and looked around the room as though disgusted by every single entity inside, Kara excluded ofcourse.

"For all they care you're the little devil who crept in from a third world to wreck their greed motivated world. They don't care about your love, hell they don't even know what that means." He paused, and looked at her tenderly, all his love conveyed through that look, he was hurting, she felt it, he knew she felt it. Such is the strength of what they shared, his family will never understand that, they weren't programmed to understand such love.

"Lucas they're your family." She was pleading. "They can't be that bad, I wish there is something I can do."

"You can't fix this baby, they will destroy you if you try. I know you wish everywhere is as pure as your heart is, but this is reality, this is the where I was raised, and Angels don't live here, they can't survive."


COMING SOON

This is it.

Time flies, and so does life. So long gone are the days we used to sit on sands at nights gazing at the starry sky and wondering what the future holds.

We had big dreams then, dreams of wealth and fame, of sitting on expensive couches, sipping fine wines from fine ass glasses and puffing cigar smokes into air with our legs crossed as the perfect Gentlemen. We thought if we dreamt hard enough then life will make us smile and we'll join the league of the affluent, drive around the city all night attending balls, making acquaintances with the popular and flirting with beautiful ladies.

We saw luxury homes on the old granny TVs we had then, the TV you had to hit really hard to get going. And we saw big white cars passing the major streets but never once in our hoods, and we used to wonder what kind of kids were driven in them.

And we wished our folks weren't so lazy. We wished they were rich enough to buy us new clothes every month, and good toy cars with batteries and remotes, not the type the good old carpenter made with long woods that had bad paintings and just one wheel. We couldn't just understand why dad will not send us to colleges in London or maybe United states, so we hated him. Why won't mum just be like that fancy woman with big hairs and rather high shoulder pads with excess make up on her face who drove the fat bully to school every morning?
So we disrespected mum.

They were lazy, lazy mum and dad, we promised our unborn babies we'd never park at the same lot they did, we swore we'll own the world, and buy all the luxuries our old poor and lazy folks couldn't.

We dreamt, we hoped, and we had faith, just like the old reverend who always slept during hymns preached.

And time flew, so did life.

Here we are now, with muscles and beards. Dad's very old, mum's got many wrinkles. We're through with school, we have girlfriends now but they are not the beauty queens we had in mind. We have jobs too, blue collar, average pay, so no balls and late night parties, no expensive shoes and fine wines. We do drink, but they are beers from mugs in the over crowded bar just down the hood.

Those big white cars still pass the major streets, new better ones, but it's not our kids inside. Bigger mansions seemed to emerge overnight, but we're not the ones who live in them. In fact, we live in the low earners part of town and we share the toilets, four of us.

We work hard, we pray every morning, we do all we were told will make us great, but it seems we're headed right where dad parked with full speed.

It is the tomorrow we always talked about as kids, this is that day we said we'll rule our worlds as we stormed out on our underachieving fathers and mums. We are here now, the adults, the stage is ours. We bragged we'll do better. But we're quieter now, lessons learnt. We don't see those old poor drunks in our streets as the lazy fools we called them, we actually call them Papas now. We don't think dad is that old man who wasted his youth and didn't do much to give us castles and jets.

Now we see life, and it aint no child's play.

We're spotting fresh grey hairs, our kids are playing with badly made plastic cars but too scared to speak up. The girl we got pregnant is sitting in the corner silently cursing us. We know what's on their minds, it hurts us too but we can't fight it, our strength is finally giving in and one more time we look up to the skies, this time not to dream but to ask questions. How did we go wrong? Where did we miss it?

This is it, welcome to today.