Home.
Home is where the heart is that's what they say right?
For Lucky home had been skyscrapers and fast cars.
Apparently her and her dad had different ideas about that because one day he had come back to their cramped Chicago apartment from a long day at work and simply announced "we're moving back home…"
The night had turned into a screaming match with slamming doors and harsh words. It took three weeks to pack up their entire lives and then that was that. Three weeks wasn't long enough for Lucky, she had so much to do, her friends, her boyfriend… so naturally she was extremely pissed off about the whole situation.
So when they where stood outside a house that looked like every single other picture perfect house on the street except for the fact it was blue she wanted to scream.
"HEY!" She snapped, eyes squinting against the bright sun, as quick fingers ripped her sunglasses from her gloomy face and pulled a ear bud out so she could actually hear their voice.
Her dad is right there with a tight clenched jaw, the crisp grey-blue eyes he'd passed on to her looking firmly annoyed "Lucky, I know you're not happy about this but for the love of god stop with the moping for two seconds and help us."
She fixes him with a pointed glare. He's about to complain further until a flaxen haired woman in far too much pink calls for him from the porch "Wayne, Honey, come on I want to get this done so we can head to the store!"
He nods over to his wife with a smile before sighing "Fine, at least take your own things inside. You remember your way around right?"
The answer was no but he didn't stick around to hear it. And he'd taken her sunglasses. Damn it.
"Come on Luck, it's not so bad. New town, new people to isolate yourself from, you'll be fine." A toned muscular arm tried to round her shoulders, making Lucky cringed back and shoved the blonde boy away "don't fucking touch me!"
Adam laughed as she finally decided to help out just to avoid him.
Walking into the house was strange, like walking through a hazy memory. Lucky was six when they'd moved, not long after her mother died but Wayne hadn't the heart to actually sell the house. She barely remembered living there, barely remembered her own mother in all honesty. If it wasn't for the pictures of chestnut curls and plump rosy cheeks on porcelain skin that had been mirrored Lucky she would think her dad made Rose up just to appease her.
Out of some random room Sarah and her too bright smile appeared "Lucky, there you are. Have you seen your brother?"
"Your devil-spawn is still outside."
"Oh you…" she laughs with a shake of her head before running off to find her son.
Sarah and Wayne got married three years ago, and Lucky was happy for them, really she was. Lucky had always liked Sarah; her annoying brat son was another situation though.
Without much warning her feet stopped moving, the box in her hands seemed heavier and she could feel her heart pounding against her chest. She'd just stopped walking to stare at a wall with some ugly painting of a dog on it. Something about that bright creamy wall just didn't set right in her head, so much so a sharp shiver ran down her spine,
"Lucky…" her dads echoing voice pulled her from her trance "You ok honey?"
"Peachy, kind of lost." She shrugged it off; it was an old house after all.
"Right down this hall, to the left." Her dad smiled, thankful she was somewhat speaking to him now because the drive up had been kind of a nightmare.
She gave him an almost smile before remembering she's mad at him and heading to her room.
A few short hours later when half her closet was full of her usual blacks and greys and her bed was made Lucky's phone buzzed; it was a picture message.
Lucky was stood in the middle of two other girls, her dark hair pinned back and wearing a flashy red dress that she had been so against wearing. Sam was to her right, her purple pixie cut and matching dress seemingly making her mocha skin brighter, a blonde to her left, wearing emerald green satin and doing that duck face thing that made Lucky cringe. Kimmy always did that pose because she was convinced her lips were to thin.
We miss you already : ( this sucks x Sam
She wasn't wrong, it did suck. The three of them had been best friends since middle school, had talked and seen each other every day and now she had no idea when she would see them again. And she hadn't even talked to Jake since the night before.
Just before Lucky threw her phone across the room there was a small knock on the door "come in…"
Adam pushed the door open but didn't step inside; instead he leant on the frame "the parentals are sending me for food, you want in?"
"Why not, nothing better to do." She grabbed a pair of black boots and headed down stairs, leaving her phone where it was. She so didn't want to think about it all.
She and Adam pulled up to the place Wayne had told them to go, some neon hell called Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe "Seriously?"
They stepped inside and things just got worse. Now everyone was blatantly staring at them, ok there was like ten people in there but still "Hey we're picking up for March!" Adam just smirked at the guy behind the counter before shrugging "I'm going to take a leak…"
"Gross…" was the brunette's only answer as he brushed past her.
That's right, let's just leave your step-sister all alone in a strange place, great work Adam.
"Well I haven't seen you around before." Some Asian guy was smiling with all his teeth on show and Lucky rolled her eyes at the headache she could feel coming on.
"Just moved in." her answer was simple, informative and flat toned with the point of 'go away' very clear.
"Cool, well I'm Reggie, what's your name? I'm guessing you'll be starting school after the summer, we could even have a few classes together." Apparently her point wasn't clear enough because he seemed to be inching closer.
Lucky just turned to him with a tight lipped smile and glared "Look, Ricky…"
"Reggie!"
"Whatever, I'm not interested. So yeah…" she shrugged at her point because there's no way she could have made it any clearer.
Except Reggie Mantle thought he was some big ladies man and laughed at the idea that some pale chick with a Goth kink could turn him down "right… sure, so how about we get out of here?"
She looked at him like the guy had grown an extra head because seriously come on could she have made it anymore blatant "Are you deaf? Fuck off!"
"Wow, someone has anger issues, I bet you're into all that dominatrix stuff right?" what the fuck was wrong with this guy? She was just about to leave when his hand found her ass and her fist found his neck!
"Lucky what the fuck?!" Adam shouted at her and rushed over to help the guy she'd just punched in the throat "Really, were not even here a day and your pulling this shit? What's wrong with you?"
"Me? This asshole is the one who doesn't understand basic English!" Lucky just watched her step brother help the guy that had assaulted her, fucking dick. There was nothing wrong with her, she wasn't crazy or broken. She wasn't the problem…
"Fuck this shit!"
"Lucky, where are you going?" Adam called after her as she stormed out of the diner, not even going to wait in the car but instead heading down the long street.
"Order up for March…"
It was starting to get dark, the sky turning a watercolor of purple and pinks, Lucky didn't mind the dark. In fact she usually preferred it. She guessed she had some philosophical reason but never really looked too much into it. She wasn't even sure how far she'd walked or for how long, she was just so pissed off I mean wouldn't you be in that situation.
However the unfortunate thing was she now had no idea where the hell she was and had left her cell in her jacket pocket. And where was said jacket, right Adam's car "Fuck…"
As she looked around she noticed the houses weren't as perfectly painted, the lawns not as neatly tended to, the fences were made of mental and wire rather than wood and there were a few stores that had closed up for the night judging by their heavy metal, graffiti sprayed, shutters. The sky had turned into that blue tinted black she loved and the only real light apart from the florescent street lights was a bar on the corner facing an old mechanics. The car park was littered with motorbikes and classic to rusty cars, you could hear the thumbing of music from outside.
Lucky stood tugging on her black sweater for a second, walking into some bar in a strange part of town wasn't really her first choice but it seemed to be her only choice.
When she stepped inside it wasn't what she expected, not in a magazine dream town like Riverdale. The walls were decorated in all sorts of different posters, most of them more than a decade to three old, a few pool tables and even an upper level looking over the bar. It had that classic fifties rocker vibe and Lucky almost smiled.
"If you're ordering more than a coke I'm going to have to see some ID!" the tattoo covered bartender didn't look too impressed at the girl.
"Not why I'm here, you got a phone I could use?" she laughed and leaned against the old repainted bar.
He gave her a confused look before pulling a retro black landline up from nowhere. As she started to spin the dial the bartender laughed "didn't know you kids even knew how to use a real phone."
"What can I tell you, I'm a woman of culture." He laughed before walking off to actually do his job.
The dial tone lasted about two seconds until a panicked voice asked "Lucky?"
"Hey Sarah…" I could hear my dad screaming in the background, probably about me running off or Adam letting me.
"Thank god you're alright. Where are you? Wayne it's her!" before Lucky had a chance to answer Wayne snatched the phone from his wife "Lucky, are you ok? Where the hell are you? Why would you run off like that? What happened?"
"I'm fine dad, relax ok breathe! Some guy at the diner grabbed my ass so I punched him, then Adam came out and defended the douche bag so I bailed. I know dumb move but I'm ok, I swear." Lucky knew it would get Adam into shit with them and now it was Sarah's turn to yell in the background, probably at her son.
"I'm at some bar called the White Wyrm." Lucky could hear her dad's breath hitch slightly as Sarah called down the phone "Ok, honey you sit tight we're coming to get you. Right after I smack the stupid out of your idiot brother!"
"Sounds like a plan. See you soon." Lucky giggled down the phone, she really did like Sarah.
As she put back the receiver the bartender smiled "all done?"
"Yeah, thanks." As he took away the phone Lucky pushed herself off the bar.
No harm in a little exploring.
She noticed there was a white snake in a habitat by the front door and as she actually took in her surroundings she saw a lot of people wearing the same leather jacket with a two headed snake. She just figured the bar was more of a club.
There had been a few like that back in Chicago.
She found herself getting closer to the actual snake in the room, leaning down to watch it slither and pop out its forked tongue "Most girls usually avoid the tank."
Snapping to attention Lucky see's three men have come over to her, they looked a little older than her but not by too much, she also noticed the jacket that seemed to be the bar's logo "I've just never seen one in real life before."
It was an honest and simple answer, they just laughed like I'd apparently said something cute "I'm sure you haven't, I'm also sure we could fix that."
The main one wiggled his eyebrows as the others looked her over like a fresh apple pie "Pass!" Lucky sneered.
"Oh come on, don't you want to party?" the one to the left, who looked pretty mousy smirked.
"Come on Guys, you heard the lady." Lucky turned around to see another guy, this one closer to her own age with longish back hair.
The three men scoffed, clearly annoyed "what do you care boy? Not like she's even your type."
"Your drunk, Tommy; back off." her apparent knight in serpent jacket growled under his breath.
The main guy, Tommy, didn't seem to want to do that and instead took a step up to the boy "you going to make me?"
"Is there a problem here?" all heads turned to the gruff voice, full of authority and annoyance.
Tommy and his friends staggered back slightly "No, FP, we're cool."
The older man moved closer to the group, all eyes on them. The guy, FP, was clearly some sort of power head in the club, he was late thirties early forties, lean and toned with a gruff short beard "Cool? Really? Then why does it look like your harassing this poor girl and our boy Joaquin here?"
The men swallowed before staring at their feet and FP slapped a hand on his shoulder "Go home boy's."
They started to shuffle away much to Lucky's relief but then one of them mutters words he'd soon regret "forget that slut."
"SLUT!? Did you just call me a slut?!" the next thing Lucky knew she'd grabbed a pool cue and was bashing the guy, who was now crumbled and bleeding on the floor with said brunette screaming as the echo of the cue snapping hit her ears Lucky took a step back.
The whole bar had come to a standstill and the man she attacked was curled into the fetal position "you shouldn't name call, it's rude."
Everyone stepped aside as the brunette strolled past with her head held high, handing half of the snapped cue to FP with a timid shrug "Sorry about the mess…"
As she walked out the door FP looked from the people helping up Frank, the guy she'd beaten the crap out of, to Joaquin "who the hell was that?"
The boy shrugged in shock, he'd thought he was saving some poor girl on a rebellion kick that walked into the wrong bar. Then she went complete Misery on Frank.
Lucky was sat outside, itching for a smoke, wondering why she'd gone so nuts on that guy, she always did this. Let her anger get the best of her. It was one of the things she hated most about herself "Is it safe?"
Her head whipped around with a sneer, seeing the boy that had tried to save her "depends, what you want?"
He walked closer to her, arm outstretched with a bottle of soda in hand "you worked up quite the sweat in there. Very impressive?"
"It's his own fault." She took the soda, leaning against some blue truck.
He stood beside her with a coy smile, staring at her as she checked the bottle was sealed "no arguments here. I'm Joaquin."
"Name's Lucky." She smiled, twisting the lip off the soda, satisfied she wasn't going to get drugged and raped by this guy.
He looked pretty amused by her actions "You always check the bottle?"
"I don't know you, you could be some pervert!"
Lucky eyed him suspiciously, swigging at her drink "I could be, but you're not really my type."
"Let me guys you like them with a bit more color in their wardrobe."
"…And a snake in their pants."
She spat out her drink just a little, wiping at the dribble on her chin, now that made Joaquin laugh.
Yep she defiantly wasn't expecting that "Damn must have left my gaydar at home."
"So how the hell did you end up here tonight?" it was a fair question.
It took her a second to answer, checking her smudged lipstick in the trucks mirror "My dad uprooted us into this ass-crack of America and my dipshit step brother pissed me off, so here I am."
"Well, welcome to Riverdale I guess…"
"Lucky!" a red Volvo pulled up and out jumped Sarah and Wayne, complete relief on their faces; Adam trailing behind them looking like a kicked puppy.
"You ok sweetie?"
"We were so worried."
"I'm fine guys. Oh this is Joaquin." He looked a little surprised to be introduced to her parents but shook their hands gladly.
Sarah smiled happily at the boy, pleased to see Lucky was apparently playing nice "so nice to meet you."
Wayne however cast him a cautious stare, eyeing him up "Lucky, come on time to go."
"Lucky I'm sorry about the…"
"Save it!" she glares at Adam, not wanting his apology just because he'd been told to say it before heading to the car.
With a smile over her shoulder she waved back at Joaquin, kind of hoping she'd made a friend "see you 'round?"
"Sure." Again he looked a little taken aback, did he not expect her to want to hang out with him again. Why? He had tried to help her… had even been pretty nice to her.
As they drop back home Lucky could swear she saw that guy, the one with the warm amber eyes, stood by the door of the bar. What was his name again? CJ? JP?
FP! That was it.
How long had he been stood there for exactly?
"Lucky are you listening to me?" her dad's angry tone pulled her back to reality.
"Sorry dad." he didn't seem too pissed off, he knew what she was like, scatterbrained and didn't think, just acted, that was usually the problem. So instead of shouting at her reached for something in the glove box.
"Wayne, do we have to do this now?" Sarah groaned as she drove, already knowing what was coming.
But Wayne ignored his wife and reached behind the car seats, smiling at his little girl "Here… they'll make you feel better."
Adam decided to look out the window, not wanting any part in what was happening. Ignorance is bliss after all. The already fair skinned brunette lost all color at what he had in his hand "Dad…"
"Please Lucky, don't make me ask again." She snatched the pill bottle from him, her lip trembling slightly. He watched her to make sure she swallowed both pills.
"Good girl." Wayne turned back in his seat while his daughter bit at the raw flesh on her inner cheek. She wouldn't cry, it's not like this was new, but that didn't make it any better.
It wasn't fair, she didn't want this, she wasn't crazy… she wasn't, right?
Hey guys so I really hoped you enjoyed it and let me know what you think of Lucky and what could happen, I'm open to ideas but do have a main story in mind. By the way I'm sorry about any spelling or grammar mistakes I have dyslexia and my spell check sucks.
JJ xoxo