Author: Regency
Title: Wrong On So Many Levels
Summary: Lulu couldn’t live like this.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Tracy, Luke, or Lulu.
Lulu tossed and turned in bed, deeply disturbed by the noises in her head. She covered her ears; it seemed to get louder.
She ran away to take a shower and hoped it would be over before she was out.
She dried herself and dressed to the score of it turning a pale shade of green.
She crawled back between the sheets and put the pillow over her head. They couldn’t keep this up all night; it would
eventually have to end.
Finally, she just threw up her hand and laid in dreadful wait. Then, she heard
it.
“Ooh, Luke!” the Step-Witch cried as the banging on the wall halted.
“Ooooh, Spanky!” The timed cacophony began again, as if on cue.
Lulu gagged, the full-on color of evergreen pine needles. She grabbed her pillow
and her jacket and ran out of her bedroom, covering her ears as their cries of pleasure rushed at her like the enemy on a
battlefield. She grabbed the keys to the Bentley, tripping over her feet as she stumbled for the door. The rest of the Quartermaines
were on their own. She didn’t know how they took it and still slept at night.
She was not staying here when Grandma Lesley’s house was perfectly good
and there was no loud, obnoxious sex keeping her awake all night. At least, she paused in the driver’s seat, she hoped
not. With a horrified groan, she dropped her head on the steering wheel. She couldn’t live like this.
Child abuse, damn it, it was child abuse.
