“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.
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.