Kiss me, Kill me

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drama / mystery / romance

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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