Kiss me, Kill me

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Chapter Seven

The bar was packed and Lucy was feeling exhausted. She bent over to grab the cocktail shaker and out fell a note, which was written on the back of a customer’s receipt. She picked it up as another bartender bumped into her. The note was from Omisha…”Tell me you give up darling, and that I can finally have your heart, or someone you love loses theirs.” She swallowed hard and called Luke, feeling nauseous.

“Babe, what do I do?” She asked Luke.

“Come home, have a glass of wine, and take a deep breath. Your heart is mine…no one else’s,” Luke told her.

“What if Omisha goes after you?” She questioned. Lucy leaned up against a cement wall; a fellow bartender stepped outside for a cigarette break. He smiled at Lucy and she acknowledged him briefly.

“I dare Omisha to try and hurt me to get to you. He, she, it will be in for one hell of a fight. I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured his love.

She nodded and told him how much she loved him, before hanging up. She hurried home, and as she was stepping out of her car she felt eyes hawking her. Heavy footsteps echoed beyond the garage; she backed up against the vehicle. The inanimate object became her friend in that moment. Luke opened the front door and asked her what she was doing; she gazed passed the driveway, saying nothing. Her heart was racing and she couldn’t catch her breath. Luke walked over to her with concerned eyes and escorted her inside. She sat at the dining room table with her man and bit into a piece of homemade pizza. He smiled and reached for her hand. The candlelight made her skin glow, and the touch from her warm body made him feel at home.

“I love you beautiful girl. Omisha will never come between us,” Luke said with a sexy smile.

“You’re my heart, but I need you to promise me something,” Lucy responded.

“What is it?” He asked.

“If Omisha threatens you directly I need you to leave me and don’t look back.”

“Baby…I’m never leaving you,” he reacted.

“Luke, I love you. I want to have babies with you and get married, but Omisha isn’t going away. All I care about is that you’re safe and leaving me may be the only choice you have. The police department is useless and we know what this monster is capable of. I have the scars on my body to prove it, and Liam is still dead and gone. Kenny’s life was turned upside down, too. Omisha will stop at nothing to have me,” she explained with broken eyes.

“I am never going anywhere and we will stop Omisha, whether it takes a week or a year. I will keep you safe and that is a promise I can live by. Omisha isn’t the only one who will stop at nothing to have you…,” Luke began before standing up and approaching Lucy. She looked up at him with pretty eyes and he smiled. He got down on one knee and placed her delicate hand in his. She gasped and began to cry. A beautiful ring emerged from his pocket, as he continued with his speech.

“Lucy, I knew from the second I met you that you’re the woman for me. You’re beautiful, strong, and fiercely independent. I’m a better man for holding you at night, making you homemade pizza, and for being your boyfriend. The rest of the world doesn’t matter when I’m with you, and when you were kidnapped, I couldn’t sleep or move. Everything stopped without you here. I love being your boyfriend, but I want more. Will you do me the honor of marrying me and being my wife?” The look in his eyes was honest and she was on the brink of gushing. She had envisioned perfect moments like that one, over and over again, but after Omisha took ahold of her life, perfect moments vanished. Luke managed to revive the thought of having a real, normal life and she loved him for that.

“I want nothing more than to be your wife. The answer is yes, I’ll marry you,” she spoke sweetly as a tear ran down her face. He placed the large, pink diamond on her ring finger and kissed her lips. She couldn’t let go of him, but for a split second she saw Liam. She smiled, although tears felt more appropriate, and kissed her fiancé once more.

The honeymoon phase began early for Luke and Lucy. They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other, and anywhere they went Luke was slipping his hand up her dress. She was all smiles while they planned their wedding, which would be intimate and soon. Lucy didn’t want to wait, for life is far too unpredictable. Serena was the maid of honor and two of Lucy’s close, female friends from dance were her bridesmaids. It was going to be an evening to remember, and no one could put on a show like Lucy. She was all about the gown, flowers, and string lights.

She sat at the bridal shop with Serena and her mother, covered in tulle and glitz. She tried on dress after dress before she slipped into “the one”…the dress she had always pictured herself wearing on her wedding day. It was a bohemian style, mermaid gown, with a jeweled and beaded bodice. It was goddess-like, and Lucy looked like an enchanting dream. The moment of immense happiness was cut short though, by a text from Kenny. It read, “Help me”. Lucy took off the dress and handed the sales associate her credit card, while she stood there in nothing but her lace underwear. She told her mother and Serena that a friend of hers from the bar had been in an accident. The dress was found and waiting for her special day to arrive, but Kenny needed her now and that was the only thought in her mind. She rushed to him, speeding down back roads and running red lights.

When she arrived at Kenny’s his house was dark. She let herself in and called for him, but there was no reply. As she fumbled for a light switch she heard movement coming from the bedroom. She shone her flashlight in the direction of the room; her eyes widened as she noticed a trail of blood on the floor. The living room was a mess and there was shattered glass everywhere. A moan of pain drifted through the home; Lucy entered the bedroom, armed with nothing but her strength, and found Kenny propped up against the wall, sitting in a pile of his own blood. He had been stabbed multiple times and he was fading quickly. She fell to his side, trying to comfort him. She called 911 and held his face in her warm hand. She felt lightheaded and the world around her became an intense blur.

“I’m so sorry Kenny. This is all my fault,” Lucy screamed as she looked down at her ring.

“Don’t leave me,” Kenny managed to say.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she replied.

The paramedics and police flooded into the home and Lucy, covered in Kenny’s blood was lifted up off of the floor by a worried detective. He handed her over to a friendly face. Detective Jones stood there, looking horrified. He hugged the young woman and told her he hadn’t given up on her, or the Omisha case. He was searching every day for answers, but Omisha was clever and evil. He had never known such a careful opponent. There was never an ounce of evidence left behind that would lead Jones to arresting someone, under true suspicion…nothing ever linked to Omisha, just the stalker’s dark mind. They never discovered whose heart Omisha had left in Lucy’s bathtub, for instance. Where does one get a human heart on demand?

Lucy sat in the hospital room next to Kenny, staring at her gorgeous ring. Kenny opened his eyes and looked over at the girl sitting there, wearing a baby blue maxi dress and a bomber jacket. She was too deep in thought to notice that her friend had awoken from his literal nightmare.

“Nice rock,” Kenny said as Lucy looked up from her ring.

“Oh thank god…you’re alive,” she said, jumping to his side.

“When you told me you had gotten engaged I honestly didn’t believe you,” he admitted.

“I know. It’s pretty crazy. Can you picture me married?” She questioned.

“Yes, I can. I see you married, having a baby, and teaching your kid how to dance. There’s going to be a lot of heartbroken men though, realizing Lucy is finally taken,” he laughed. Laughter was painful, as was breathing. Omisha was like a cat with a mouse. Death is too simple, but torture is fun and continuous. The stab wounds weren’t fatal, just deep enough to land him in the hospital and forever scarred.

“Well, I’m sure those men will get over it,” she smirked.

“I don’t know. I never could,” he replied. She smiled at him and placed her hand on his face. She kissed his cheek and told him to rest. She’d be back in the morning with magazines and breakfast. He winked at her as she left.


The wedding day had arrived and Lucy’s stomach was filled with butterflies. She and Luke were almost ready to head to the venue. She gazed at herself in the mirror and grinned, feeling changed. There was a knock at the door; Lucy rushed downstairs and found Detective Jones standing on the porch. She sighed, but welcomed him in.

“I want to keep you safe, especially today. I will be there with you today and so will my best guys. They’ll blend in, I promise. Will Kenny also be there?” Jones asked.

“Yes, of course. He’s doing much better,” Lucy spoke as Luke sat down next to her.

“My baby deserves a perfect wedding, Detective. Please, do whatever it takes to protect her and the day she’s always dreamt of,” Luke chimed in. She kissed him, feeling loved.

“I will,” Jones responded.

Guests were seated under an illuminated canopy, and a band was positioned beneath a beautiful, weeping willow tree. The band’s country melodies set the tone for the pretty, outdoor affair. The reception area was set up inside a separate, airy tent, alongside a romantic lake. The bar glowed electric blue, as the talented bartender mixed colorful drinks. The signature drink for the evening was “The Lucy”, of course. The venue was a wooded courtyard featuring a lake, and although there was a catering hall, Lucy wanted the wedding and reception to be outdoors. The aisle was lined with sunflowers and string lights hung above; a sunflower entwined arbor awaited Lucy at the end of the aisle, and framed photographs of the happy couple were propped up on easels throughout the tents. It was perfect.

Lucy stood by the window which overlooked the lake, wearing her impeccable gown. The makeup and hair artist touched up her dark, gold smokey eyes, and her mauve colored lipstick. Her voluminous curls fell behind her shoulders, and her skin glowed with a shimmery quality. A breeze blew in through the window and brushed her face, leaving goose bumps on her skin. There was a steady knock at the door…it was Kenny. Lucy smiled as he entered the room and the rest of her wedding party exited, giving her privacy. Kenny looked the bride up and down, admiring every detail. She was a dream. He loved her in jeans and a t-shirt, but there was something magical about seeing her in a wedding gown. Their youth flashed before him, as they both realized everything was about to change.

“I wanted to see you before you walk down the aisle,” Kenny began.

Lucy stared at him softly with bright eyes. “Do you remember what you said to me the night we went for a midnight bike ride, and we wound up swimming in the lake behind my house?” Kenny asked.

“I was a little drunk that night, but I do remember sitting on the dock at the lake, talking for hours. There were so many fireflies that night,” Lucy said as she sat carefully on an ottoman.

“You told me, ‘These are the beautiful moments that become part of our story.’ ”

“Oh, I do remember that. Those were the nights,” Lucy remarked with a grin.

“Well, today, my darling is a beautiful moment that will become part of your story,” Kenny exclaimed.

Lucy smiled at her old friend and handed him a shot of bourbon. They took a shot together and laughed for a little while longer, and then it was time to go. Her wedding party was lined up and ready to begin, which meant the audience was anxiously awaiting the bride. Luke stood proudly beneath the sunflowers, waiting for his love to make her debut. Serena made her way down the aisle with her bouquet of sunflowers, thistle, and blue morning glory. She and the bridesmaids wore champagne colored dresses, that were floor-length and bohemian to enhance the theme. Lucy’s brother was escorting his little sister down the aisle and “giving her away”, which she knew meant a lot to him. When it came time for her to walk, the guests stood with beaming smiles, as the band played “Cowboy Take Me Away”.

The bride was radiating beauty and positive vibes as she made her way towards her handsome future. Her arm was linked to her brother’s, and she could feel him tense up the closer they became to Luke. She was no longer a little girl. As Lucy stepped up onto the petal covered platform, she looked up at the magical, sunflower decorated arbor and smiled. She looked over at Luke, who was the happiest man on earth in that moment, and winked at him beneath golden makeup. He touched her hand and whispered “I love you” as the ceremony continued. Detective Jones lurked beyond the weeping willow tree, remaining as discreet as possible. His men were dressed as servers, ready to mingle with the unaware guests and pass out appetizers.

“Lucy, you’re more than just my lover…you’re my best friend. I have never been more sure of anything in my life and I will never leave your side. Consider me your shadow, but even in the dark I won’t leave you. Thank you for being honest, loyal, and a constant adventure. Thank you for being mine and for making me the luckiest man in the world. Your determination and ferocity inspires me every day and I wish you could see what I see when I look into your eyes. Your smile lights up the room, your laugh heals those who are in pain, and your mind confuses the hell out of me. I vow to always be there for you, no matter what struggles we are facing, and to never stop looking at you the way I did when I first met you. I love you,” Luke exhaled with courageous eyes. Lucy wiped a tear from her soft face as she prepared for her words.

“Baby, you’re my sanity, my support system, my partner in crime, and my heart. I look at you and I see my future. I wake up next to you every morning and I don’t even know how it’s possible, but I love you more with each passing day. I would do anything for you and to protect us. You’re my first thought when I wake up in the morning and my final thought as I lay my head down at night. There’s something so beautiful in the way you love and care for me, and I wish I could explain in words the way you make my heart feel, but it’s a feeling that cannot be put into words. I love you more than anything Luke, and I vow to only love you more as time goes on. I also wanted to tell you something special, and on this incredibly special day, I thought there is no better moment…” Lucy paused just to look into Luke’s eyes. He had a bright smile on his face, but was obviously confused.

“Luke, the butterflies that have flooded my stomach ever since the first time I kissed you have turned into two, tiny feet. You’re going to be a daddy and I’m so excited to start a family with you,” Lucy finished. Luke kissed her passionately and the guests cheered loudly, as though they had caught a homerun baseball at a winning game. Luke was so happy his eyes were watering; the priest had to regain control over the enthusiastic crowd.

“Lucy, do you take Luke as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?” The priest asked with a sweet tone.

“I do,” Lucy acknowledged as Luke placed a wedding band on her finger.

“Luke, do you take Lucy as your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?” The priest questioned.

“I do,” Luke said with a smile. Lucy slipped a wedding band onto his finger and they took each other’s hands.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Luke, you may kiss your beautiful bride.”

Luke pulled his love in for a kiss and touched her belly. The guests were ushered into the reception tent by Lucy’s mother, and the lake spontaneously lit up with lanterns and tea lights to welcome the guests. The bar was flooded with thirsty friends and family, and the servers passed around gorgeous hors d’oeuvres. The event was a vision, as was the bride. She and Luke stood behind a veiled entryway to the tent, awaiting their grand entrance. She kissed her husband once more, before greeting their guests and he embraced her with a warm hug. Detective Jones whispered into his headset and Luke looked at him, nervously. While the happy couple took the dance floor for their first dance, Detective Jones was dealing with Omisha.

A letter had been found on the gift table, which immediately pointed to Omisha. The handwriting was a positive match. The letter read:

“Dear beautiful bride,

I hope you had a magical wedding and that the day was filled with love, excitement, and surprises. I’m so happy that I was able to be there with you today to celebrate your marriage and to see you walk down the aisle. You looked good enough to eat…

There’s a gift for you on the table. Enjoy!



Detective Jones searched through every gift, but found nothing. He was infuriated. He told his men to keep a close eye on all of the guests, because Omisha was a party crasher. Luke appeared next to Detective Jones. He looked worried and a little angry.

“What’s wrong?” Luke asked.

“Omisha is here with us today, and I found this letter on the gift table,” Detective Jones replied, handing Luke the letter.

“We know everyone whose here today, though,” Luke pointed out.

“I know. Sometimes, your enemies are much closer to you than strangers.”

As Detective Jones was placing the gifts back onto the table he discovered something. The table cloth slipped off revealing the gift left by Omisha. The gift was in fact on the table all along; the gift was the actual table cloth. On the underneath of the table cloth were messages, photos, and depictions. The high quality photos were of Lucy, with a timeline drawn out in what appeared to be blood. The depictions were of Lucy giving birth, Luke being brutally murdered, and the baby and her being taken by Omisha in the middle of the night. Some of the photos of Lucy were recent and were blended in with the animated drawings, which were so lifelike it was startling. Omisha must’ve found the pregnancy test Lucy took and decided to incorporate the baby into the awful, personalized wedding gift. Luke felt sick to his stomach and rage roared through him, like a wildfire.

It was a nightmare showing Lucy the letter and the table cloth, but Luke knew all of the guests had to be questioned. It was a scary end to a beautiful day. Nothing came of the investigation that night, but Detective Jones kept the table cloth and the letter, and ran background checks on every guest who attended their wedding, pairing that information with the interview he had conducted with each one of them. It killed Lucy to think someone she knew and loved wanted to cause her so much pain, but she also knew that life is a game and not all players are fair.

Luke made love to Lucy that night for hours, trying to distract her from new fears. A white, flowing negligee hung from her body. Her bust was exposed and her curls were wild. He held her down and kissed her body, leaving her feeling weak, in the best possible way. She moaned intensely while he pleasured her, but during their night of ecstasy a hooded figure crept through their home. The figure entered into the room Lucy was turning into a nursery and drew a smiley face on the wall, in blood. The smiley face clung to the wall as a disturbing reminder that happiness can be taken away.


Kiss me, Kill me

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Chapter Six

A steamy handprint glowed against the shower glass, while Lucy and Kenny enjoyed a hot morning together. She moaned, and he reminded her why she couldn’t get enough of him. She missed Luke, but she messed up. Luke couldn’t begin to understand what the kidnapping, and continuous stalking did to her emotionally; he knew how beautiful a person she was, but she was in deep pain. Kenny was her escape into a sensual and thrilling world; it was a world free from torture and caution. She was giving Luke space though, and with Omisha stalking her every move, she had Kenny by her side (and on top of her) to ensure she wasn’t alone. He was more than just sex…she would always love Kenny. Commitment, unfortunately wasn’t his strong suit, and Lucy craved stability. She was like diving head first into the deep end, with no regrets. Kenny swam through her waters, but the deep end was far too mysterious for him. There were moments when she felt as though he was her boyfriend, but those moments were like catching a glimpse of a shooting star…fleeting and rare.

After losing her management job, Lucy began to drown in bills and late fees. The once carefree girl was struggling to smile and stay afloat. She was working as a bartender and received nice tips from lonely men, but she was exhausted. Late nights and low cut shirts became her lifestyle.

“Can I get some more Cuervo sweetheart?” An attractive man asked.

As she leaned over the bar to hand the stranger another shot of something strong, a familiar face appeared in front of her. The smoke filled bar became a blur, and the song playing in the background drowned out the noise of drunken fools. Luke stood there with his amazing grin and she melted, as always. She yelled to her boss that she was taking her break. She followed Luke outside, and into a small courtyard; they sat side by side, inhaling one another. He smelled like springtime and she smelled like temptation. He turned to look at her and she smiled brightly. When Lucy smiled the rest of the world was put on pause, and Luke could feel himself falling into a beautiful, unknown story.

“I’ve missed you Lucy. I want you back, babe,” Luke said with a sincere tone.

“I’ve missed you so much. I’m an idiot for what I did,” Lucy confessed.

“How much have you missed me?” Luke asked with a flirtatious stare.

“Will you sleepover tonight so I can show you?” She questioned, as she leaned in for a kiss.

“I’ll be there beautiful.” He grabbed her soft face and kissed her intensely. There was something about her that made him feel better than he ever had before.

Lucy sat on the sofa wearing nothing but a lace slip, waiting for Luke to come over. She had a bottle of wine in hand and smelled of Chanel No. 5, naturally. It was the type of night which required expensive perfume. The doorbell rang and she rose up, exposing her bare legs and black, high heels. Her brown hair flowed behind her, featuring her natural beach curls. As she opened the door Kenny stumbled in, smelling of a liquor store. He grabbed her and pushed her up against the door, slamming it shut. She tasted like Merlot and her red lips looked enticing. She pushed him off of her and placed her hand on his shoulder.

“Kenny, I told you I’m back with Luke. What’re you doing here?” She asked loudly.

“Lucy, I’m a fool. I want to be more than just sex to you. I want to make a real commitment.” Kenny swallowed hard. He had surprised even himself with those words. Lucy fell silent for a moment. She had waited years to hear him say that to her.

“I love you, but I’ve committed to Luke and I’m not going to let him down,” she explained with honest eyes.

“You’re a good girl, but with me you can be bad. I allow you to be free and wild. Won’t you miss that?” He wondered.

“I already do. But, I’m still your friend. I’m not going anywhere love,” she reminded him. She looked into his eyes and felt him fading away. He felt something he never knew he had, break…his heart.

“I know. I’m sorry I bothered you tonight. I hope he brings you happiness and sleepless nights, and I hope he…” Kenny said, before leaning in towards her neck and biting it. She let herself feel the way he always made her feel, as her eyes rolled back.

“You’re never a bother. You can come see me whenever you want, but Luke should be here soon.”

Kenny stood there feeling overwhelmed with emotions and drunk. He put his rough hand on her face and kissed her, for what felt like the last time. She pulled away slowly and he kissed her forehead, before disappearing into the night. She was his beautiful nightmare, but he refused to wake up. Luke arrived and was happily surprised to see his girl standing there with very little on. She pulled him onto the couch and kissed him repeatedly. They drank wine and watched a movie, and in the middle of it Lucy turned to face him. The movie played loudly in the background, but she didn’t seem to notice the climax taking place on the screen in front of her.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours baby?” Luke questioned.

“I’m so in love with you,” she told him. He beamed and placed her hand in his. His touch felt safe and comfortable.

“I love you Lucy. You make me so happy.”

“I’m stressed and struggling with money, I am being stalked by a demented psychopath, and those I thought would be there for me through everything have left me all alone, but sitting here with you feels so right. When I’m with you I forget all about my pain, fears, and doubts. I’m sorry I’m not perfect, but you make me feel as though I am. I don’t know a lot, but I know that I love you. I love you deeply,” she said with a dramatic exhale.

“I love you too baby girl. You walked into my life unexpectedly and shook it up, and I mean that in the best way. You’re the simplest part of me and I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe and happy. Life will never be easy, but I promise that I won’t ever make it any harder for you,” Luke replied with a kiss.

The bar illuminated behind her as Lucy drove home, and there was an unsettling feeling in the air. She arrived home to find what appeared to be blood smeared on the floor. Nervously, she fumbled for her phone. A pain enveloped her whole body and fear flooded her mind; Luke didn’t answer the phone, but Kenny did. She followed the red, disturbing markings on the floor into her kitchen. Kenny answered and she cried to him, but he couldn’t understand the poor girl. The nude colored wall ahead of her was decorated with red lettering. Omisha left her a message, “Remember darling, I own your heart”. Lucy threw a wine glass at the wall and it shattered dramatically. Kenny drove to her, panicked.

When Kenny arrived Lucy was on her knees, scrubbing the floor and reassuring Luke that she was safe. Her hand shook as she held the phone to her ear. She looked up at Kenny, who was admiring her casual appearance and bare face. She hung up with Luke and Kenny knelt down next to her. He pulled her in for a hug, but she began to cry when she realized her hands were stained red. Kenny forced her to stand up and face the deafening music; he put his hand on her face and she focused on him. He stared into her soft eyes and removed the sponge from her hand; Kenny led her into the kitchen and gasped when he read the wall.

“I’m going to clean this mess up, my dear. I will make you some dinner and then you’re going to go upstairs and rest. When is Luke going to be home?” Kenny spoke.

“He has a late night tonight, helping a friend move into their new home. I told him I’m fine and not to rush home,” Lucy said with a blank look in her eyes.

“Why did you lie to him?”

“I’m fine, Kenny.”

“Why are you lying to me? It’s me,” Kenny replied firmly.

“Please, just get me drunk,” she whined.

Kenny opened up her wine fridge and poured her a glass of Merlot. He cooked her dinner, but by the time the food was ready she was drunk. She had no appetite, but she ate the thoughtful meal her friend prepared for her. They laughed and consumed two bottles of expensive wine, which meant Lucy was feeling frisky and tired. He carried her upstairs and ordered her to take a hot bath. She clung to him and undressed; Kenny watched her clothing fall to the carpet, and he couldn’t help but fall weak when she smiled. She giggled and he pulled her into his warm embrace, but he didn’t kiss her. He knew she was an emotional wreck and was missing Luke. She grabbed a towel, looked back at Kenny, and headed into the bathroom. Kenny sat on her bed, flipping through the glossy pages of a magazine on her nightstand. Suddenly, an Oscar worthy, horror movie scream echoed from the bathroom and Lucy fell into her bedroom, with tear soaked eyes. She was panting, and when Kenny appeared by her side she could do nothing but point, as her whole body trembled. He entered the bathroom, slowly and in the tub was a pool of blood, and what he believed was a human heart. The heart existed, as did the bathtub filled with blood, but Kenny remained as calm as possible for Lucy as if it was all a bad dream. She wrapped her naked body in a silk robe and crawled into bed. The cops were called and the organ found in the bathroom was indeed a human heart. Who it belonged to was another mystery for the local police department, who had failed miserably at solving the murder of Liam, and finding an end to Omisha’s brutal stalking. They offered Lucy around the clock surveillance on her home, and promised to position a police officer in front of her house, indefinitely. She nodded but couldn’t speak even a fragment.

Lucy’s handsome knight in shining armor rushed through the door to find his girl in a state of shock. The cops had faded away, but there was a man with a gun posted in front of her cozy house. The policeman didn’t comfort her, but the touch from Luke’s strong hands did. Kenny said goodnight and Luke put his lover to bed. Omisha flipped through a  scrapbook of Lucy that night, filled with photos and keepsakes. The stalker looked down at a photo of the beauty smiling on the beach and touched it, delicately. The game was far from over, but Lucy’s flame was burning out.


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I walked by you in my ripped jeans and cowgirl boots and that was all it took for everything to change. I could feel your eyes on me, but I pretended not to notice. I flipped my long hair over my shoulder and kept walking, but I couldn’t ignore you. You were something different and my heart knew before the rest of me that it was you. It’s crazy how I went from not knowing who you are to waking up every morning tangled up with you. I felt it the second you stared into my eyes for the first time…we were going to be something incredible. I remember every simple moment that brought us to where we are now, from our first kiss, to the first time you made me laugh. The moment I told you I love you I gave a part of myself to you. No matter what, that part of me will always be yours. You broke down my walls and ignited my heart.

I still look over at you when we’re doing nothing, and I feel the same way I did when I first talked to you. I’ll never forget how patient you were with me before officially asking me out on a date. Not only did you wait to ask me out in person, regardless of the fact that you had my number, but you also visited me every night at work, just to hangout with me and make me laugh (and to bring me painkillers, because naturally I hurt myself). As we sat in your truck in the parking lot of my old job, talking about life and spending time alone together for the first time, cop lights glowed behind us. A cop came to my window and asked if I was breaking into my own work…and that was the beginning of us. You still fill my stomach with butterflies when you lean in for a kiss, or when you look over at me and smile. As a writer I’ve been writing about passion and love since age five, but nothing compares to our story. I’m more myself when I’m in your arms, and nothing makes me feel safer than waking up at two am and having you there. Even when you’re driving me insane (which happens often), I wouldn’t change you or us for anything. We’re real and our own version of perfect. I know I’ve written you letters before (scroll down to A letter to the guy who stole my heart), but this one is different. This one is written to the man who not only stole my heart back in October, but continues to make me fall in love every day.

Life takes you on an adventure  with no planner and days are unpredictable, but unpredictability brought me you. I want to thank you for so much, and although words cannot express how insanely grateful for you I am, a gal can try, right?

Thank you for keeping me on the edge of my seat…with your sarcastic comments, one of a kind sense of humor, and our funny moments.

Thank you for letting me dance my heart out and for supporting me. I know there’s a lot of glitter and long nights that come along with following my dream.

Thank you for the dinners and dates you’ve taken me on, no matter how simple. I appreciate you treating me like a princess.

Thank you for helping me transform my apartment into a beautiful space and for sharing all of your ideas with me (even if I shot some of your ideas down).

Thank you for cuddling me and keeping me warm at night.

Thank you for always holding my hand (& I mean literally and figuratively)…you haven’t let go of my hand since the day I first went out with you, and I hope you never do. 

Thank you for playfighting with me endlessly. 

Thank you for being in control while still allowing me to be in control, but secretively I think it’s sexy when you’re in control.

Thank you for knowing how to handle me, or at least pretending to…

Thank you for keeping me balanced and for always being realistic and honest with me. As a Scorpio, it takes a truly special person to be able to calm me down and talk me down. 

Thank you for all of the compliments…and yes, they mean just as much now as they did when we first met. Sometimes a girl just needs to hear she’s beautiful, even if we are having the best day ever and already know it. Your words mean so much to me.

Thank you for all of the Vanilla Chai Teas (and for letting me call them Vanilla Chai Tea Lattes and confusing everyone at Dunkin Donuts).

Thank you for being exactly who you are. I love you for everything you are and everything you’re not. You’ve always been true to yourself with me and I’ve been able to be my wild, crazy self with you. No regrets. 

Thank you for looking at me randomly and smiling.

Thank you for not arguing with me as much as I’m sure you could, especially when something completely insane comes out of my mouth. I can feel how much you respect me when we’re together, even when you’re driving me crazy or smacking my ass.

Thank you for making me so happy. There are days when a text from you, or just seeing you at the end of an exhausting day is enough to get me through. 

Thank you for letting me miss you and be all over you, even if I just saw you. Yes, I miss you even after just seeing you. It sounds crazy, but every second I spend with you is special. So…thank you for letting me be needy and for letting me wrap myself around you whenever I missed you.

Thank you for putting up with me being a crazy fur mom, because my animals are my life.

Thank you for knowing me well enough to sense when something’s wrong, even if I claim everything’s fine. 

Thank you for being my best friend not because we’re dating, but because you want to be. It’s so easy to say your boyfriend is your best friend, but you really are mine. It’s more than just a label for us. At the end of the day I want to go on long drives and adventures with you (even if you say no, haha) and watch Netflix with you. I want to eat too much food and drink an entire bottle of wine, with you. I want to go to restaurants and amuse waiters with you. I want to do everything and anything with you. 

I love you.

❤️ your baby girl

Kiss me, Kill me

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Chapter Five

“I think you should come now, Luke. She’s a mess,” Serena spoke frantically.

“What is she drinking?” Luke asked.


“She’s depressed. Where are you?” He questioned as he put on his shoes.

“We’re at the new bar on Auburn. She’s asking for you,” Serena said as Luke grabbed his keys and slipped into his Converse.

Lucy spun around in her high heels, drink in hand, dancing to her favorite country song. Serena watched her nervously. Her best friend was falling down the rabbit hole, with no regrets. As a man moved in on the beauty, Luke appeared. She fell into him and pulled his face in for a kiss, with her arms wrapped around his neck. She tasted like a wild, summer night and there was distance in her brown eyes. He knew she was hurting and he wanted to take her away from that little bar, but pain has a way of following you. She laughed as he kissed her neck.

“How about we get out of here?” Luke suggested as he placed his hands on her hips.

“I’ll go anywhere with you, baby,” Lucy exclaimed as she adjusted her little black dress.

“You just called me baby,” he pointed out. She swallowed the rest of her drink and smirked.

“Do you not want me calling you baby?” She questioned.

“I want you to call me your boyfriend, baby,” he replied with a kiss.

“Did you just ask me out?” She asked.

“I did. What’s your answer my beautiful mess?”

She stared into his eyes and smiled flirtatiously.

As she bit down on her lip she said, “Yes.”

Serena said goodnight to her best friend and Luke pulled her into his car. She was beyond intoxicated and one hell of a mess, but there is always something beautiful about a tornado. They arrived at Luke’s place and he carried his girl into the house. She held onto him tightly as he brought her into the bedroom and laid her down. Her messy, voluminous curls fell to the pillow case and her lips were still a perfect shade of pink. She pulled him in for a kiss and he climbed on top of her body. He held her down as she allowed herself to feel true ecstasy for the first time in months. His touch was everything. The glow from Lucy’s phone distracted her, but Luke didn’t seem to notice. Kenny was calling. The lovers became tangled up in the sheet beneath them, and when their moment was over, Luke kissed her on the forehead and covered her with a blanket. She felt secure, just for a moment.

Lucy lost her job after she was kidnapped which destroyed her. She had never been without work and she was struggling. Serena moved back home, because Lucy felt as though living together was affecting their friendship. She was trying to live a normal life once again, but Omisha was everywhere…and nowhere. There was a heavy knock at her front door and she jumped. Kenny walked in and she stayed sitting at the dining room table, job searching.

“You’re not going to answer my phone calls or get up when I walk through the door? What’s up buttercup,” Kenny joked.

“I’m sorry I am trying so hard to find a job, because I cannot afford to live anymore. I was at Luke’s house last night and that’s why I didn’t answer,” she explained.

“I know something that used to relieve all of your stress,” Kenny responded as he sat down next to her. He put his hand up her skirt and squeezed her inner thigh. She bit her lip, but looked at him with honest eyes.

“Kenny, I can’t do that anymore with you. I’m in a relationship with Luke.”

“You’ll get bored, Lucy. You always do. Anyway, I’m having a party tonight if you want to come,” Kenny said.

“Yes, I’d love to come. What’s the dress code?” She asked.

“Dress to kill,” Kenny told her with a wink.


Drinks were second nature to Lucy, but she was no longer drinking to have fun…she was self-medicating. Luke fought with Lucy about drinking and told her she wasn’t allowed to go to Kenny’s party. It was their first fight as boyfriend and girlfriend and it ended with Luke going out with his friends and Lucy going to Kenny’s. She was buzzed as she slipped into a pair of white, high waisted skinny jeans and a low-cut, loose, pale blue tank top. She wore her hair natural and wavy, with minimal makeup. Her lips were kissed with a deep pink lip color, which was actually Kenny’s favorite. She checked her phone and Luke was still ignoring her. It was party time.

The party was overflowing with people and liquor. Joints were being passed around like candy, and before she knew it Lucy was not only drunk, but she was high. She smelled of Prada and marijuana. She called Luke but he didn’t answer. Kenny watched Lucy flirt with everyone and throw her head back laughing. Her carefree personality was what drew him to her in the first place. Lucy found herself sitting on her friend Bridget’s lap, doing shots of vodka. The night was becoming a blur as she danced around Kenny and his friends with a bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand. She was the life of the party. Kenny loved seeing her so free and happy, but he knew she was drowning on the inside. Fear and insecurity filled her eyes. She fell into Kenny and laughed as a song she loved blared through the speakers behind them. She grabbed Kenny’s hand and told him to dance with her. His friends gestured for him to go, and so he did. He touched her body and she smiled at him. She managed to dance in eight inch heels and that was enough to impress anyone. Kenny pulled her away from everyone, leading her into his back shed. They used to drink and smoke back there every day.

“Lucy, I’m worried about you.”

Kenny sat down on an old, leather sofa and Lucy sat across from him.

“Oh my god, not you too. I am sick and tired of everyone worrying about me. I’m fine,” she lied.

“You’re not fine. You’re drowning yourself in liquor. We worry about you because none of us can imagine what you’re dealing with. I found this letter from Omisha in your purse. Did you find this tonight?” Kenny questioned. Lucy looked at the ground.

“Yes, I found it taped to my car window. Kenny, I don’t control my own life anymore. Omisha does.”

“I know you’re scared and angry, but I’m here. You don’t have to self-medicate with expensive vodka,” Kenny said with a smirk.

“What can I self-medicate with then?” She asked as she climbed onto his lap.

Kenny looked at her with intentions and she giggled. She put her hand on his face and thought about all of their moments.

“Lucy, I want you.”

“You can have me,” Lucy whispered.

Kenny laid her down on the sofa and turned out the light.


Lucy woke up on the sofa with Kenny and a pounding headache. Her clothes were on the floor and Kenny was holding her breasts. She had five missed calls from Luke. She jumped up, waking up Kenny and sighed. Kenny kissed her and she stared at him, intensely.

“Do you want me to buy you breakfast?” Kenny was hungry for her, and pancakes.

“No, Kenny. I have to call my boyfriend,” Lucy cried.

“Oh, angel. I’m sorry we got a little wild last night, but it was just one of those nights. I missed you,” he admitted.

“I missed you too and our moments, but I cheated on my boyfriend. I really cheated on him. I did some things with you last night that make Fifty Shades of Grey look innocent,” she sighed.

“Lucy…no one will ever take away who we are together. When we’re alone in a room, everything changes. You know that,” he replied.

“I know.”

She left and as she entered her home there was a sign hanging in the doorway of the kitchen. It said, “If you don’t tell Luke by tomorrow night someone you love is going to die..Love, Omisha”.

She gasped and ripped the sign down. Luke called and she was terrified to answer.

“Hey,” she said.

“Can I cook you dinner tonight?” Luke asked.

“Yes, of course you can,” she spoke.

She arrived at Luke’s house wearing his favorite red dress. She wore her hair half up, half down and her lips were red, to match the low-cut, baby doll dress. Her body was shaking as he opened the door and gave her a kiss. The smell of his cologne made her feel weak, and the house was lit up with candles. The dining room table was sprinkled with red rose petals and a beautiful dinner was waiting for her. They sat down at the table and drank wine; Luke apologized and she nodded.

“Babe, I know you’re struggling and I’m sorry if I pushed you away. How was the party?”

Lucy felt as though she was going to throw up. She knew once she told him they’d be over.

“Luke, tonight is perfect and you’re amazing. The party was a lot of fun, but I have to tell you something,” she began.

“Okay, I have to tell you something too,” Luke announced.

She swallowed the rest of her wine and he leaned forward, listening intently.

“I slept with Kenny. I am so sorry sweetheart.”

Luke was silent and he looked broken. She sat there feeling incredibly small.

“Please, yell at me or say something,” she begged.

“I’m falling in love with you, Lucy.”

Luke said his words and disappeared into the bedroom. He locked the door and Lucy sat in the dining room, alone. She blew out all of the candles and left. She cried as she drove home, feeling awful. Kenny called and she answered.

“Did you tell Luke?”

“Yes, I did,” she told Kenny.

“What did he say?”

“He’s falling in love with me…and I broke his heart,” she confessed.

“You’ve always been a heartbreaker,” Kenny laughed. She didn’t find him amusing.

Kenny told her to come over. She knew she shouldn’t, but she didn’t want to be alone. She crawled into Kenny’s bed and they did what they always did…they made beautiful memories.

Kiss me, Kill me

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Chapter Four

”Lucy, wake up,” a familiar voice whispered as the broken girl struggled to sit up.

Lucy was still trapped in the dank room, all alone, waiting for someone to save her from Omisha. She was bruised and sore from passing out on a concrete floor. The area Omisha injected Lucy with multiple injections was black and blue; the pain was immense, but she was too scared to feel anything. As she searched the room for the voice that woke her, she screamed. In the corner of the room was a ghost from her past. Liam approached her and she was terrified. She pushed herself up against the wall and started to cry. He knelt down on the floor in front of his old flame and touched her face. His hands felt real and the smell of his expensive cologne clung to her, like smoke. Lucy’s messy curls framed her face and fell in front of her determined eyes.

“Are you real?” Lucy cried out.

”I am here, aren’t I? Oh Lucy, seeing you like this is destroying me. What happened to your lip?” Liam asked.

Lucy touched her mouth. There was dried blood covering her bottom lip, which resembled her favorite shade of lipstick. The blood was covering a cut. She vaguely remembered Omisha slapping her across the face when she attempted to fight back.

”Is that tattoo new?” Liam questioned as he moved her hair away from her neck.

Omisha had tattooed a small, bleeding heart onto her neck, below her ear. She felt as though she was going to vomit. Liam touched her face as tears streamed down and collected on her bust. She was no longer wearing her evening gown; she was left with a black bra and high waisted, black, lace boy shorts. She was freezing. The fire within her was dying and she was unable to build up the flames.

”You’re just a ghost Liam. It’s all my fault and now I’m alone,” Lucy cried.

“You’re not alone, I’m right here. You’re the strongest person I know. Please, don’t give up,” Liam said with a sweet smile.

“Liam…who is Omisha?”

“You know who Omisha is, Lucy. The paralyzing realization just hasn’t surfaced yet. This person whose torturing you isn’t a stranger,” Liam explained.

Lucy stared into Liam’s eyes and thought. He looked at her cold, beautiful figure which was bruised and battered. As she closed her eyes to let a tear fall, Liam vanished. She was alone again.

Lucy’s friends received a letter from her kidnapper, but the details were blurry and cryptic. Luke received the same letter and was panicked. The words revealed just enough to find her, if the person was a master at winning games. Luke sat up every night trying to piece together the disturbing letter. He had fallen so hard for a girl who was now missing; Lucy had warned him that she was a mess, but he hadn’t understood what that meant until she became a face on a flyer. The dance studio she belonged to was somber over the disappearance of their admired dancer. Her dance partner prayed for Lucy’s safe return, as did many. It seemed as though the world stopped while Lucy was missing, but for her the days were slow and painful. The nights were scary and blank. She missed the warmth of the sun, and the soft fur of her pets brushing up against her skin. She missed walking across the hardwood floor barefoot, and listening to the lyrics of her favorite music.

Four weeks had passed since Omisha took Lucy, hiding her away from the rest of the world. She was frail and shattered with only her mind to keep her company. Omisha gave her a pillow, blanket, and a silk robe to cover her half naked body. The tattoo on her neck stung and her bones ached, just as much as her soul. She was constantly waking up dazed, after Omisha injected her with more poison. Whatever the poison was, it knocked her out cold within moments. She pulled herself up and tried to dance, attempting to remain alert and healthy. As she spun, the room went dark and she collapsed. She sat on the floor crying, but refused to give up. She stood up once more and spun again. She was dizzy but remained in control. Omisha wasn’t robbing her of dance, too.

Dreams were hard to decipher, because Lucy didn’t know what was real or what she pulled from the deep trenches of her mind. Liam visiting her felt more real than raindrops on her skin, but she knew Liam was dead. A hand touched her face as she opened her eyes. Her silk robe was falling off, revealing her bare skin. Her bra was gone and she didn’t want to know why. Kenny sat next to her looking as though he was going to faint. He stroked her face and played with her hair, pulling her onto his lap. He whispered in her ear, “I found you. You’re safe now”. She held him closely, but her strength was gone. Her hands were shaking and she couldn’t stop crying. He looked at the scars and bruises on her delicate skin and ran his fingers over her battle wounds. The black and blue patch on her neck and shoulder, from the unknown injections made him feel sick. He looked into her eyes and she put her hand on his face. She looked so far away in that moment. She tried to speak but she choked on her words. He lifted her up, trying to cover her body. Her breasts were pressed up against his chest, and for a minute it felt as though they were wrapped up in sheets again, with no worries.

“Lucy, can you wrap your hands around my neck?” He asked.

She tried, but she was too weak.

“Kenny, I love you,” Lucy whispered.

“I love you too. I’ll never leave you,” Kenny told her.

They made their way out of the dirty basement, and police greeted them at the top of the stairs with flashlights and questions. The building was an old pharmacy which had been abandoned for years. Omisha was nowhere to be found, but Detective Jones felt foolish and angry. He felt responsible for the pain Lucy continued to endure, from losing someone she loved to almost losing herself. Kenny placed the beauty on a stretcher, and remained by her side as the paramedics took her to the hospital. Lucy was the topic of conversation everywhere, and police swarmed her like eager paparazzi with cameras. She was in such a fragile state but remained so strong. Lucy looked up at Kenny as they sped to the hospital in the back of the ambulance, and she smiled. He smiled back at her and she fell into a deep sleep.

She woke up in a warm hospital bed and she took a deep breath. She was finally safe. Kenny was asleep in the chair next to her when Luke walked in. Kenny opened his eyes and smiled at Lucy. He shook Luke’s hand and walked out of the room, giving them time to talk. Luke kissed her and she held his hand. She wasn’t sure of what to say to the man she just met.

“I was so worried about you. I couldn’t sleep, Lucy.”

“Luke, I don’t know what to say. I’m still scared and I feel broken. If Kenny hadn’t found me, I don’t think I would’ve made it much longer. The bruising on my shoulder and upper arm was the doctor’s biggest concern when they brought me in. They told me Omisha injected me with a high dosage of Propofol, which is an anesthetic. My body and mind are weak and I have a lot of recovering to do. I can’t even hold my phone or keep food down. I feel like a dead girl walking,” Lucy explained with teary eyes.

“You’re so strong Lucy, and no one is going to let anything like this happen to you again. I want to kill the person who did this to you. I will stay with you until you feel safe on your own,” Luke said.

“My mom and brother are coming to stay with me, but that’s very sweet. I’m happy you’re here, Luke, but I warned you…I’m not someone you want to get involved with. I was kidnapped and almost died and the monster who did this to me is still out there, probably writing me another sick letter as we speak,” Lucy cried.

Kenny entered the room and Luke kissed her on the lips, saying goodnight. He figured she’d want some time alone with the friend who saved her life. Luke patted Kenny on the shoulder and looked back at the girl he couldn’t stop thinking about. She smiled at him and waved goodbye, coyly.

“Hey, pretty,” Kenny said sweetly.

“Kenny, how did you find me?” She asked.

“Omisha sent anyone who means anything to you a letter, with lots of clues. It took me a week, but I figured it out. Omisha mentioned you were hidden somewhere close, where one used to go to get their fix and become numb. I googled every abandoned building in the area until I found the old pharmacy on Raven’s Street. It made sense, because a pharmacy is where one goes to become numb. Omisha even numbed you, in more ways than one.” Kenny looked down at the floor. He didn’t realize Lucy had started to cry again.

“What’s wrong? Do you want me to get the doctor?” He questioned.

“No, I’m not in physical pain. My life is no longer in my control. Omisha controls me and everyone around me. How am I going to win this war, Kenny?”

“You’re not going to give up,” he told her.


Lucy was home, but she felt as though she was still trapped in that dark basement. She fought with her mother and brother about moving away from her town and Omisha, so they headed home. Lucy was stubborn and fiercely independent. Serena was staying with her, but nothing made her feel truly safe. She’d wake up in the middle of the night panting, and every time she closed her eyes she saw Omisha’s mask.

She stepped out of the shower and cuddled into a warm towel. As she approached the mirror she noticed a note taped to the glass. She looked at herself in the steamy reflection and swallowed hard.

“Welcome home! You are my little survivor and I’m so proud of you. I had so much fun spending time with you and I miss you. You’re welcome for the new tattoo, by the way. It looks good. I’ll see you soon, gorgeous.”


Kiss me, Kill me

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Chapter Three

A beautiful snow blanketed the ground, as Lucy walked into her dance studio on a chilly, December night. Tis’ the season for wearing red and being merry, but Lucy was running from a psycho with a dangerous obsession. Snowflakes collected in her plaid scarf and a harsh wind blew up her red skirt. She danced passionately to a love song with her dance partner; he dipped her down low and she smiled genuinely.  A dark figure stood outside of the dimly lit dance studio, watching. There was something magical about watching the girl dance…she was dripping with passion. The figure taped a letter to Lucy’s car window and disappeared into the winter night.

Happy Holidays my favorite girl…have you been naughty or nice this year? I keep trying to be good, but when it comes to you I can’t help it. You drive me crazy, mad, insane. I have a special gift for you. I am inviting you to a Christmas party this weekend. Please, come alone. You’ll find the address shortly. I will give you a clue as to who I am at this soiree, but please darling, don’t tell. Detective Jones is giving up on Liam’s case and he has no clue who I am. He isn’t as smart as I am, or as smart as you are. Stay warm and I’ll see you Saturday.”

Lucy stood there in the parking lot feeling lost; snow glistened in her hair and covered her coat. She was alone in a game she wanted to win. She was terrified to discover the truth and yet, she craved it. Kenny texted her for the first time in weeks, “I miss you, but it isn’t safe for us to see each other. I am watching from the distance and I’ll always be here to keep you safe.” She called her friend Serena and they headed to the bar. Lucy found peace and comfort in a bottle of Jack Daniels. They danced and drank until two am, but Serena knew something was wrong. They were best friends…sadly, Lucy had to battle her current demons alone. Liam was dead and Kenny was afraid of his own shadow. She couldn’t involve anyone else she loved in the deadly cat and mouse game. As they took a final shot of something potent, a man wandered over to Lucy, with intentions. He smiled at her and she bit her lip. A flirtatious grin appeared on her face and she introduced herself. He wasn’t like the other guys who approached her with murky plans. There was something completely genuine about the attractive man who stood in front of her. They talked until the bar closed and he drove both women home. The attractive stranger’s name was Luke, a thirty year old success story. Luke and Lucy sat in her driveway laughing about nothing at all, and getting lost in each other’s eyes. It was ordinary and perfect.

“I don’t want to be forward, but can I come in?” Luke asked.

Lucy thought for a moment. “Luke, I like you…but, my life is a mess. If you know what’s good for you you’d leave tonight and never talk to me again,” she said with a serious smile.

“Well, there’s a slim chance of that happening. You’re one beautiful mess, Lucy.”

They parted ways for the night, but Luke didn’t leave before asking Lucy out on a proper date. Of course, she said yes. She smiled as she made her way to the bedroom, feeling happy and light. There was a package sitting on the bed, wrapped in a dramatic red bow. The smile on her face faded in an instant. She carefully untied the bow and opened the large box with innocent eyes. A gorgeous, black, sequin gown greeted her; she pulled the dress out of the box and studied its beauty. There was a note pinned to the bust of the dress from Omisha, which had the address written on it for the Christmas soiree.


Lucy told no one of her plans for the evening, as she slinked out of a cab. She stood there among traffic on a cold street, in a spectacular, floor length, black gown. The sequins shimmered and her eyes glowed beneath gold eyeshadow. She looked over at an address engraved in the brick of an old building. She walked through the illuminated doorway and entered into a winter wonderland. Fake snow fell from the ceiling and landed in her wavy hair. She recognized no one in the bar, and the music was so loud she couldn’t hear herself think. A man wearing all white handed her a martini and a note. She sipped the cocktail with flirty eyes and read the piece of paper.

“Meet me on the rooftop at midnight. Tick tock.”

The clock ticked and Lucy mingled with strangers, who were all there for a “Boozy Christmas Party”. Lucy was there for her own private party. She became dizzy from her fourth martini and her body felt hot; a man wearing an expensive suit winked at her, but her mind was distant. Midnight arrived and Lucy swallowed hard, tiptoeing up to the rooftop in her incredible gown and designer heels. As she approached the heavy door that led to the roof, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, just for a moment. A harsh breeze greeted her as she opened the door and stepped out onto the roof. The view was breathtaking, but the brief moment of beauty was shattered by the figure standing behind her wearing a gorgeous, masquerade mask. There was something familiar about Omisha’s scent. As she stood there full of fear and anger, she felt comfortable with her stalker. Omisha touched her neck and moved her hair out of the way.

“Who are you?” Lucy asked.

Omisha took a deep breath and stuck a needle in her delicate neck. Lucy cried out as her eyes rolled back, but before she was able to react she fell to the ground; she was unconscious. Omisha bent over and inhaled her beautiful smell. Lucy’s body clung to the cold ground and her phone lit up with Luke’s name.

Darkness surrounded Lucy as she opened her eyes. She smelled a familiar cologne and cigarette smoke. The room she found herself in was dank and lonely, and the space ached with torment. Something tragic had happened in the room she woke up in. Her neck throbbed from the injection she had been given and she felt spacey. She looked down at her sequin gown and sighed, struggling to stand up. Lucy stumbled over to the door, which was locked and screamed for help. Her lungs ached and she barely possessed a voice. She looked over at an old wooden table and naturally, there was a handwritten note waiting for her.

“Hello gorgeous, 

I’m glad you’re awake. I’m sure you’re scared and wondering where you are, but don’t worry…I’ll take good care of you. If you pay close attention I am giving you subtle clues as to who I am. I also have your phone and I let Luke and Serena know you’ve been kidnapped. I’ll be sending them clues shortly. Lets see how smart the people in your life are, darling. Please enjoy the drink I left for you. I’ll see you shortly. Xo”

Lucy picked up a glass of something unknown. It smelled like water; she was too thirsty to say no to a glass of anything. The cold liquid washed down her throat and within moments she felt lightheaded. She was hallucinating and the room spun out of control. A loud bang echoed around her and the door began to open. Lucy pinned herself up against the wall, as tears streamed down her face. She ran her fingers through her messy hair and bit down on her lip. She refused to black out. A masked person appeared in the doorway and approached her with intent. The person’s grip was strong and steady, but Lucy wasn’t done fighting. She clawed at the mask as she felt hands creep up her dress. The pair of hands held her up against the brick by her neck. She stared at the person who was tormenting her with pleading eyes, but was too weak to fight back. She knew it was Omisha…the same person who stabbed her in the neck with a needle, and the same person who killed Liam with no regret. The room was still spinning and she was fading fast. As she felt her body collapse beneath her, Omisha held her closely and placed her head carefully onto the ground. The hands of her tormenter were similar to those of a lover at times, which confused her. She smelled that same known scent of cologne before falling into a deep, troubling sleep. Omisha removed the mask and kissed her forehead, as she drifted away into a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.

“Sleep tight kitten. I love you,” Omisha whispered.

Today I’m thankful

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Happy Thanksgiving to all of my people! I have so much to be thankful for this year and I want to take a moment to acknowledge some incredible people and appreciate what I have.

There is so much beauty around us and we often forget to stop and smell the flowers. We work too much, we stress over money, we fight with loved ones, we lose people we care about, and we struggle with becoming who we want to be. Today I want everyone to forget about money, work, anger, negativity, and stress. I want everyone to stop and smell the flowers…take a moment to write down five things you are so thankful for, even if they are little things. Life is a short, beautiful ride and there is so much to be grateful for. I wish everyone a peaceful, healthy, and happy Thanksgiving and holiday season. If you are spending the holidays alone, or without someone you once had, it’s okay. You are far from alone and if you need someone to talk to, I’m here.

I am thankful for my parents. Mom and dad, thank you for all that you do for me; I have two of the best parents in the entire world. They support me in every single, crazy adventure I embark on and they never judge me for my mistakes, choices, or goals. I was raised learning about and drinking wine and always being honest; I’m grateful for the environment I grew up in. Dad, I know we aren’t as close as some fathers and daughters, but I love you and I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. You have never let me go without the things I want or need. Thank you so much. Mom,  you are my absolute best friend always and I love you so much. We have a relationship which is very similar to that of Rory and Lorelai from Gilmore Girls, which I’ve said before. When we laugh we laugh so hard we cry, when we fight we fight like sisters, and when we are broken we cry together. Thank you for filling my life with art, adventure, and nature. I am the woman I’ve become because of you. I wouldn’t want to sit at Smithville and talk crap with anyone else. Xo

I am thankful for my dance family and Arthur Murray Marlton. I found my passion and happiness when I walked through the doors of the studio. I have never had such amazing, creative, and loving people in my life. I love you all and I appreciate the family structure/bond we share. It’s more than just a dance studio, it’s a home. I need to take a moment to acknowledge my dance instructor and partner in crime. Franddy, I love you and I am forever grateful for all that you have taught me. You are more than my dance partner…you’re my friend and support system. You got me through heartache and uncertainty and helped me find where I belong. Thank you doll, and I cannot wait to continue on this awesome adventure with you and Arthur Murray.

I am thankful for my amazing co-workers who’ve become friends. Danny, you are my other half and I don’t know how we existed so long without each other and our crazy moments. Thank you for keeping me sane and for being a great friend. Tractor Supply definitely brought us together because no one else could’ve ever handled us. We are insane and I love it. Trish, I love you as a manager/co-worker and as a friend. Thank you for listening to me and for having my back; thank you for helping me whenever I need it. We are the no judgement crew, always and I’m grateful that you took me with you to Sicklerville. I am thankful for my sales associates and our amazing moments…we are quite the crew and even if I am having the worst day ever, I love you guys. We are a crazy, loving, dysfunctional family and I wouldn’t change a thing.

I am thankful for my girls. Sara, you have become one of my best friends in such a short time and I love you. You are beautiful inside and out and I can’t wait for more adventures/life moments. Whether we’re drinking at a club or sipping coffee at Starbucks it’s always a good time. To all of my other gals, even if I don’t get a chance to see you as much as I’d like, thank you for being a part of my story. You are all wonderful people and deserve the absolute best. I’m only a phone call away if you guys ever need me and I’d drop anything to be there.

I am thankful for my animals. I love every single one of you so much and even when you’re not at all listening to me and you’re driving me to drink, I couldn’t wake up without my fur kids. I love being a fur mom and knowing that someone is counting on me at the end of the day. Thank you for teaching me responsibility, loyalty, and compassion. I grew up on Noah’s Arc and I know that being surrounded by animals from all walks of life shaped me into the woman I am today. I love my four-legged friends and I’ll always be here to protect you, save you, and love you. Xo

I am thankful to those who are no longer a part of my life. You are still a part of my life story and I am grateful for our moments, even if they ended. Thank you for the memories, because they’ll never fade.

I saved the best for last…I am thankful for my amazing boyfriend. Babe, you are the reason I wake up with a smile on my face and the reason I count my blessings as I fall asleep at night. I am so appreciative of the way you treat me. Thank you for the smiles, the laughs, and the happy tears. Thank you for loving me for who I am and for making me so happy. Thank you for living life with me and for not being afraid of adventures. Thank you for supporting me with dance, writing, and work. Thank you for holding me tight and keeping me safe. I look at you and I can see my future and that is such an incredible feeling. Thank you for being my best friend and my lover. Thank you for hearing me and listening to my stories, ideas, and goals. Thank you for being the guy I dreamt of my whole life. I wish I had found you sooner, but I’m definitely never letting go. I’ve never felt this secure or happy, and I’m proud to be your girlfriend. I’m happy to be on the same page with you, always. I love you Andrew, to the moon and back boo.


I didn’t mention every person in my life who I’m thankful for, but please know that I am thankful for you. I wouldn’t change a thing for all the money in the world. I’d take my people and a beautiful sky over diamonds, any day. Happy Thanksgiving my darlings. Stay thankful and positive. Kisses.