If Luc knew what his day was going to be like, he would've just stayed in bed.
It was a warm July afternoon in Los Angeles, with the Pacific glistening outside Luc's window in the distance. The Evans' apartment wasn't exactly prime real estate, being rundown, old, and dirty, with cheap beer bottles and wine corks littering the floor in almost every room. Not only that, their building was located in "Demon" territory, one of the most fierce local gangs in LA. But to Luc and his mother, Candie, this was home.
Luc lay in the bath (their showerhead had broken months ago, but Candie was too drunk or hungover to fix it), soaking in the warm water, lost in thought. The window, a grimy pane covered in muck, near the ceiling of the bathroom, was open, and a cool sea breeze brushed Luc's curly black hair, and his deep blue eyes seemed to ebb and flow like a summer wind.
This was one of the few bright times in Luc's life. No failing grades, no scary gangsters, no moms that didn't really seem to care. Just him, a warm wind, and a view of the ocean; What more could a boy want?
Quietly comfortable, Luc found himself thinking about the same thing as always: his father. He knew next to nothing about the man, especially since his mother snapped at him when he asked. A vague memory of a smile and a sea breeze, nothing more remained of his long lost father, with the exception of a son and the shell of a woman.
He couldn't help but frown as he thought of his mother. It was often that Luc would sit and ponder whether she loved him or simply put up with him, although he thought he knew the answer. Luc was nothing but a reminder of his father, who still seemed to plague his mom over 12 years later. The young boy sighed and rose out of the tub. Perhaps he'd find a way to make her love him one day.
Suddenly Luc's whole body stiffened, and he cocked his head the side, as if listening to music from far away. Finally, he relaxed and began towelling his scrawny his 12 year old body off, reaching for a pair of boxers he'd brought with him. Luc silently swore to himself he was becoming paranoid.
That was when they kicked the door in.
Angry voices, Demons Luc guessed, echoed down the hall. Then nothing but silence. Slowly, still half naked, Luc stuck his head down the hall to see what had happened. Too late, he realized it was a poor idea.