Chapter 2: Just A Friend My Ass

 

I walked into my room to find Luke lounging on my bed reading on of my magazines. I leant against the doorframe and smiled at him. The perplexed look on his face as he read something about dermatology.

"You betta hope Papa don' see you here." I said finally, causing him to look up at me and give me a grin.

"I ain't afraid of him." Luke said gruffly, baring his animal like fangs. I grinned back and walked over to him. "Besides, who's he to say that we can't be together huh?"



"He's my Papa, he's de only one who can stop us." I said sitting down next to him. Luke growled at that, making me laugh again. It took absolutely nothing to get that boy angry. "Calm down chere, der ain't nothin' we can do."

Luke nodded reluctantly and leant back against the headboard of my bed. Smiling at him I leant my head on hi shoulder and felt his arms wrap around me. "I'm sorry baby, it's just annoying that we can't be all, out with this you know?"

I nodded and sighed. I'd been seeing Luke for two or three months behind Papa's back. "You know it got nothin' to do with you chere." Luke nodded again. It was true, Papa had nothing against Luke, it was Luke's Papa who he didn't like. It was the night after we had arrived at the mansion all hell broke loose.



FLASHBACK ~*

Papa and I were seated at the kitchen table, Professor Xavier and most everyone was standing or sitting with us. I sat on Papa's lap as he told everyone that Mama had left us. I think that was the first time I realized that Mama wasn't comin' back.

"Start at the beginning Remy, what happened?" the professor asked. Papa shrugged and wiped a tear from his eye that threatened to fall. I curled up on Papa's lap hanging my arms around his neck, my face smothered in his black T-shirt.

"She just said she was leavin', she's not comin' back." Papa said holding me closer to his heart. A growl from the crowd made me shake, Papa rubbed little circles on my back, comforting me.

"What did you do to her?" a gruff voice asked. I could hear Papa's heart quicken.

"Nothin' Wolverine, nothin' at all." He said as calmly as he could. I heard the man mutter a blue streak. Not knowing what the words meant I stayed in my position. "Gambit don' do nothin' to deserve this mon amis and now he got a little girl, so he come to you askin' for help."

I was only six and I still knew how hard it was for Papa to ask for help. I turned to look at a group of sympathetic faces except for the face of the gruff man that stood in the corner. He snarled at Papa and walked toward him. Metal shot from his knuckles and he pointed it at Papa.

"If I found out you did anything to her bub." Wolverine threatened, making me start to cry, one of the ladies picked me up and carried me away from the fight, much to my dismay. I didn't know anyone there, all I wanted was to be with Papa.

End FLASHBACK~*



Luke wiped a tear off my cheek and gently kissed my forehead. Running his fingers through my reddish hair. He sang a soft song to me, the same one that he sang to me every time I was upset, which seemed to be quite often. I understood how Papa would not like Luke, because he didn't like Luke's Papa. Even though everyone knew that Luke was not Logan's real son. Apparently someone had just shown up on his doorstep with a boy, claiming it was his. Of course Logan couldn't deny it, he'd slept with way too many women to keep count.or at least that was the rumor.

"You're awfully quite darlin', you okay now?" he asked me. I smiled and nodded, thanking him once again for being there. "you know I wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now."

"We won' be able to see each other so much, school is done." I reminded, making Luke emit a low growling noise. I laughed at him again.

"You think that's funny baby?" Luke said flipping over so he was hovering overtop of me. I nodded between giggles and he started to tickle me, making me laugh even harder. Then he stopped and kissed me gently. I stopped laughing and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down closer to me.

We broke apart once we heard the front door open. Luke fled out my bedroom window and I plugged in my guitar.

"Kaley? You der chere?" Papa yelled up the stairs. He walked up and opened my door, once he heard my response. " 'Ro said you don' have dat essay done.get on it chere."

I groaned and put down my guitar and grabbed some loose-leaf and a pen before sitting back down on my bed. Papa smiled and walked downstairs. I started my essay, a personal essay about 'Where I Will Be 5 Years'; I don't like to think about the future as much as most kids. Papa always taught me to live in the 'now'. So that's how I began my essay, stopping when I heard the front door open again, followed by a female voice.

I crawled to the top of the stairs and peered down into the entranceway. A very nice looking lady and Papa were talking. This did not make me happy. Ever since Mama left, I hold no trust for the female gender. When I was 10 I made it my personal business to make sure another woman never hurts Papa. So to me, this woman was a threat.

"Papa! I need yo help!" I yelled once I stood up. Papa glanced up to where I was standing and blushed.

"Un moment chere!" he yelled back up. But when I stomped my foot on the ground like a child he excused himself from the woman's company and flew up the stairs towards me. "What do you need chere?"

"Dis stupid essay." I groaned leaning against his chest. He laughed at me.

"She's just a friend chere, don' worry." Papa reassured me before shooing me back into my room. I scowled out my door at the lady who still hadn't left my house. Papa went straight back to her, flirting shamelessly. I slammed my door as hard I could, breaking one of the hinges and turned on my amplifier and plugged in my guitar. Turning the volume on my amp up to full I started to play 'Purple Haze'. I had only played for a few moments when Papa burst into my room and unplugged the amp.

"You are bein' a chil'." He warned in a threatening tone. I sulked and put down my guitar. "Now, Papa goes out now, you finish dat essay for 'Ro." I nodded reluctantly and picked up my pen again. He left in a huff and I felt a pang of guilt. I finished my essay and ran it over to the mansion before Ororo left.

"Hey Kaley, come shoot some pool!" Jubilee yelled from the game room. I walked in and picked up a cue. Jubilee broke and failed the get anything in.

"Hey Jub'lee, what do you say we make dis more interestin'?" I asked laying a twenty-dollar bill on the pool table. Jubilee cracked up, but placed her bill down on top of mine. I shot and sank a solid. Making Jubilee quickly stop laughing. In fact she glared once I sank another ball. Maybe she forgot that I had been playing pool since I could hold a cue.

Soon Ororo, Bishop, Hank and Jean all joined us in the game room to watch a movie, Professor X walked in just as I collected my money from the table. I folded it in half and was about to put it in my pocket when it flew from my hand into the Professor's.

"Oh come on Professor! I won dat fair an' square!" I complained.

"Nothing is ever won fair and square Kale." Professor explained. "Everyone here knows that you are a far better pool player than Jubilee."

"Hey!" Jubilee said settling herself on the couch as her boyfriend walked in.

"Den' she shouldn't have taken de bet." I said wearing my trademark grin. Professor laughed and handed me back my 20. I glared at Jean, knowing full well that she took the money from my hand.

"We don't bet in this house." Professor stated, just like he did every time I placed a bet with someone. I excused myself from the adult party and walked right into Wolverine.

"Sorry Monsieur." I said keeping my eyes downcast. He grunted an agreement and walked past me. I walked around the mansion, trying to find some kind of trouble to get into, when I didn't find any I walked back to our house. I walked in only to find Papa and that stupid whore on the couch kissing. Fury shot through me and I felt my hands start to burn. I looked down and noticed the blisters forming on my hand, that's when I first felt the pain and hit the floor with a thud.

 

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