Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THIS SHOW or the Characters associated with Twisted. IF I did, I definitely make it about three leads and have Danny and Lacey all wrapped up in each other. NOT the #poorJO show.
Summary: My own attempt at making myself feel better after what I felt was a crapfest of a Twisted episode. Therapy session for myself I guess.
Prologue
Moisture beaded on dark skin as bodies moved together. Fingernails dug into back muscles while he winced due to the feeling of the action by her. Moans cascaded against the bedroom walls echoing throughout the room.
"Lacey." His voice was gruff and husky as he whispered her name in her ear. It sounded so sexual yet caring. He was so close to reaching his brink.
Lacey closed her eyes tightly as she felt herself being pushed over the edge by his movements. Her throat was dry as she tried to say his name back to him.
"Danny."
They were one at the moment. They were as close as two people could get physically and emotionally. Lacey and Danny were sharing in something primal, raw, and perfect.
Lacey didn't care or even think about the fact that she had broken up with Archie earlier that night. She only thought of how it felt to be in his arms. Danny's arms.
It wasn't her first time. Yet, she felt so new to this. Archie had been with her. She allowed that. But Lacey realized as Danny moved against her , time with Archie wasn't love. It was fitting in. It was letting him take her due to not wanting to lose the popularity she had clawed her way into. Her virginity was a small price to pay to keep up the façade she was hiding behind. She neither desired to give herself to Archie nor regretted it. It was what it was. An act to keep herself hidden among the in crowd.
With Danny, it was beyond desire. It was a need. Her agenda wasn't to hide. No. Lacey making love to Danny was actually a coming out of that place of hiding. She was being herself. She was allowing herself to exist again. The real Lacey not the Lacey that was displayed in front of others. With Danny, she was herself from pain to pleasure. Lacey Porter came alive again.
Danny Desai was much different than Lacey Porter. He was a virgin until this very night. The moment he walked into Green Grove High School, he became obsessed with his old friend turned gorgeous girl. He had spent his time in juvenile detention fantasizing about the day he'd meet Lacey again. His pubescent years were spent thinking that someday, he'd get to act out those budding feelings he had when he was eleven. Five years ago, Danny was unsure what was happening between himself and Lacey. His eleven year old mind was confused about the new feelings for her. One day he looked up to notice how cute Lacey was when she smiled. He didn't understand what he was feeling at age eleven nor did he understand the way Lacey would giggle when he was around. Now Danny knew exactly what was happening between them when children. Now, he was getting to explore those feelings both emotionally and physically.
Chapter One: Lacey's Facade
Lacey felt her world crumbling around her. She pretended that all was okay in front of others. However, nothing was okay anymore. So much had happened the last few days that it overwhelmed her. None of the stuff was small stuff. It was major even if she wasn't a teenager. But she was a teenager. She was sixteen and felt so much older than that. Life had caused her to mature too quickly.
Lacey could make a list in her head of all the things gone wrong that caused her world to shatter.
Her dad was gay! Not that she had anything against homosexuality. However, she realized that her parents' marriage was a fake. Her father married her mother under false pretenses while having an ongoing affair with her sister's gymnastic coach during that marriage. Basically, he lied to his whole family. His hidden lie kept her thinking for years that she was the reason for her parents' divorce. Her mental state after Danny was terrible. Having that happen to their daughter convinced Lacey she was to blame. Now, it was him all along hiding his secrets from his own wife and daughters.
Danny Desai came back into town. Her childhood friend that she adored at one time. Yet, his action of killing his aunt scarred her for life. In which case, made her actions rather strange. Lacey was drawn to Danny like magnets drawn to each other. Danny was in her blood.
Jo was angry that Danny and Lacey had hooked up. Truthfully, it wasn't any of Jo's business. As a matter of fact, it was only Danny's and her business. But the guilt of the past caused Lacey to play along with Jo-the victim. How a sex video became all about Jo was beyond her. However, she went along with it for her own sanity. It was easier to project her problems as minimal.
The sex tape was damaging her more than she pretended. Luckily, Danny's body had covered the important parts of Lacy. His shirt had hit the floor and all the viewers could see was Danny's upper body moving against Lacey's. It was painfully obvious that they were having sex. Lacey was glad that wasn't their first time. She'd hate to have that time tainted for them.
Lacey broke up with Danny. That hurt a lot more than she was showing. She had cried every night since she said..."We're done." She was so angry for his secrets. Her dad had secrets. She wasn't about to become her mother. She had even pretended to act like she thought he killed Regina. She didn't think that. However, she knew how badly that would hurt him. So Lacey said it. He had hurt her. She wanted him to hurt too.
However, she put on a façade that she was fine. She pretended that letting Danny go was easy. It was far from easy. The pain of losing him ached deep within her. It physically hurt to breathe at times. It didn't help that Danny seemed to be okay with the break up. That hurt too.
Like the lost girl that Lacey was, she sought out after normalcy of her façade. Thus, her going to make amends with Archie. There was no confusion. NONE when it came Archie. She didn't feel her breath being knocked out of her when he looked at her. She didn't feel like tears were brimming her eyes at the thought of him not being in her life. Archie and her friends were simple that way. They had helped her through the divorce and even through the last three years of seeing a dead person. They had made her forget that painful past and move on. Even if it was a façade of who she was, Lacey at least got to pretend with them and not think of all the pain of being her.
After all, Danny was worried more about Jo than he was her. Let him do that- worry about victim Jo. That would make it that much easier to let him go. She'd pretend it was all easy to let Danny go. Pretending was her way to survive. Shutting down was how she got through the days. The nights were different. Then Lacey faced her problems as her memories with Danny haunted her thoughts. His kisses and his touches made her crave him more than the first time she had allowed herself to fall for him. NEVER AGAIN. The hurt was too much.
It was time to keep up the façade of being okay again.
