Four times she didn't ask for help
It was a pretty quiet day at the apartment the girls all stayed in. Natalie was smoking her weed with Janah. Wilma was in her room playing with her knives as usual. Sigrid was sitting on the couch next to Natalie and Janah, playing her guitar. And Luki... She was nowhere to be seen. She'd left a note, saying she'd gone out with that boyfriend none of the girls cared for.
He was rude, vulgar, obscene, just plain disgusting, but he didn't look too bad, handsome even, they had to give him that. But when Luki was in ear and/or eyeshot, that rude personality of hitting on all her sisters and being a total slob changed.
He had her wrapped around his finger, she fawned over him, going on and on about how 'great' he was. How sweet, kind, caring, protective.
But that day... That day was different. The mood changed. You could practically hear a pin drop as the three girls stared with silent, horrified expressions toward Luki as she dragged herself inside the apartment, letting the door swing closed itself. They were, of course, filled with rage at what they saw, but Luki ignored every word and question, walking to her room quietly.
Her shirt was a bit ripped and there was a large bruise blooming on her cheek. She stayed with him however; she forgave him for the 'mistake' on 'her part'.
No matter how much the girls asked, they never got a straight answer from the Norwegian on what happened. It might have been her lack of understanding of the English language, it might have been her not wanting to answer in the first place.
They figured out how it was with them after a month or two. The five girls weren't rich, no, and they weren't that big a band yet. They still had some practice they could use, but everyone seemed to like the girls so far; Kvinner av Brutallet was getting rather popular rather quickly.
Luki and Atle weren't a good couple, and they knew it from the start. But as she started coming home with tiny bruises either on her neck, arms or face, she begged them not to worry and make it worse than it was. Somehow, the poor girl loved him anyway; she lost her mind, there was no other way she'd put up with such a thing, she was so strong but she never hurt him.
The three were consulting it amongst each other quietly as they heard Atle scolding Luki for something or another, getting quiet as he shouted at her. It became... Dreadfully quiet in the apartment. About a half hour later, Atle left and Sigrid got up to check on her baby sister.
She didn't like seeing how upset the brunette was, sitting there on the bed, a hand covering her newly forming black eye. The visible icy blue eye peeked up at the blonde guitarist as she sat down beside her. But all Sigrid do was check her eye, then leave.
She wasn't asked to stay. And she never asked what happened; nor was she ever told by anyone.
It was a pretty quiet day as Sigrid got ready for a gig only for her, occasionally chatting with her little sister who sat in the chair beside her, eating candy and watching, every so often offering her help with the black makeup. She hadn't had anything to do since she and her boyfriend broke up; she just cling to Sigrid.
After a little while though, Luki's eyes slipped closed as Sigrid looked at her and the older woman frowned deeply. Suddenly, her gaze dropped to the candy bowl, nearly empty, and understood. But she had no idea how to help... But someone she knew might.
So Sigrid called Janah in to handle the diabetic, looking away as the Irish woman gave the girl her much needed shot and took the candy away. Luki stayed in her room pretty often because of that and distanced herself from candy, letting her dear big sister Janah care for her.
Luki was fairly disappointed though, but she'd never say so. The Swede occupied her thoughts since she never did come visit; Luki began to hate spending time in her room.
She'd never ask why, and she'd never get an answer.
Luki had been rather.. Unnaturally quiet since all the girls' families came to visit them at the complex that day when they'd gotten bigger. She didn't speak a word to her mother and father; she didn't even say a word to her sisters.
The strangest part was, the girls could hardly get Luki to shut up as it was. She obviously was making a conscious effort to stay quiet. She had to.
One night, Luki just dragged herself to her older sister Janah's room. Then later on as she just laid there, cuddling up to her older sister, she actually felt more calm than she had since her parents showed up with the rest.
She really hadn't seen Sigrid since they showed up anyway. Maybe she'd hunt down the guitarist tomorrow to check on her.
Nobody had heard from Luki all day. She'd been gone, busy for once. Sigrid convinced herself she liked the quiet, taking the time to practice like she did all the time.
But she couldn't deny she had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach, a sense of loneliness without the girl that followed her around like a lost puppy. So it was an understatement saying she was only a little happy when she heard her bedroom door open.
When she looked up though, that happiness was gone, replaced with a burning rage, a sickened feeling. The need to punch a hole in the wall. Or better yet, punch him.
She just held her arms open and the Norwegian immediately ran to her, practically tackling her in a hug and immediately burying her face in her chest as Sigrid began stroking her hair and murmuring soft Swedish to her. She could forget her grudge for the moment. But that man would suffer her wrath for making her baby sister cry.
And even better, she'd let Natalie and Janah know what happened. Oh, that'd be good, seeing that mortification on his face as he screamed in agony while the girls absolutely murdered him, slowly, painfully.
But for now, she just pulled little Luki up so they lay fully on the white bed, the Swede resting her head on her pillows and Luki completely clinging to her. She could deal with her... Clinginess. She kissed the top of her head and ran her fingers through her hair, whispering to the girl as she shook with her soft sobs against the elder's shirt.
"Det ska vara okej, jag lovar, min lilla Luki..."
