Chapter 9: Traumatized
It was dark.
Too dark.
Lucien stood in the middle of a cold room, his bare feet pressing against hard tiles. The air felt heavy, like something was sitting on his chest. His shirt was thin. His arms were shaking. He looked around.
He knew this place.The old wallpaper. The broken light.The smell of smoke.
It was home.
But not the good kind nor the safe kind. it's was the kind filled with pain.
Then, the door opened slowly with a creaking sound.
Lucien took a step back.
Heavy boots hit the floor. One step at a time.
And then—
"Lucien."
The voice was deep.
Strong.
It was his father’s voice.
But when Lucien turned around, it wasn’t his father standing in the doorway.
It was Zayn.
Lucien’s eyes widened. His lips parted.
"Z-Zayn?"
Zayn stepped closer. H
