(Trigger Warning: This chapter includes talks about alcoholism, suicidal thoughts and child abuse/s****l assault)
Lacey's P.O.V.
"Lace?"
"Hello, brother...we need to talk"
I say with an angry smile on my face.
"Wh..what...what are you doing here?"
"Oh, I thought I'd identify as Superman today and save someone's life"
I say as I walk towards him and throw some clothes at him.
"Get dressed"
"Why?"
He asks as he looks down at the t-shirt, sweatpants and hoodie in confusion.
Is he being serious?.
"Well, A) because it's freezing cold and B) because I meant it when I said we need to talk Luca, now get dressed and follow me into the kitchen when you're ready"
I tell him before walking away and heading towards the kitchen.
Just like the rest of the house, the kitchen was also messed
