Lucy POV
"Listen to me, Lorcan!" I screamed at him.
"Are you listening to youself, Lucy?" He yelled right back. It had been two years since that day in the rain. When we reached the age of 18, we went off to muggle college.
A month ago, he came home, as drunk as one of the three blind mice who were singing jolly songs because of their whisky.
"I am! You have no idea what you are doing to me!" I shrieked, pounding my fist on the mahogany table.
"Tell me what I am doing, then." Lorcan growled, his deep breath stinking of alcohol. Not firewhiskey but of some muggle drink. Ever since that day, every night was the same.
"You drink so much that you can barely see right in front of you. You completely ignore me and you refuse to go to classes." I counted each thing off my fingers. "I don't know what's wrong with you." I added softly.
"Me? What's wrong with me? You haven't been the most supportive girlfriend, Lucy, and your best friend is a boy. One you are not related to. I worry myself sick every time you are late 'cause you are 'hanging out' with Davie." Lorcan sneered.
"If you really trust me that little…" I trailed off sadly. I knew what I had to do.
"We're over, Lorcan." I said and walked towards my room to pack my stuff.
"Good! Get out of here, Weasley." Lorcan yelled. I flinched at him using my last name.
"I will," I said. I didn't raise my voice because I knew he could hear me over the eerie silence.
With a flick of my underused wand, everything of mine flew into a trunk that I shrunk to fit inside my purse.
I stalk back out and see Lorcan standing stonily with the door open.
"Goodbye, Lorcan Scamander." I whispered as I moved past him, standing in the fresh February air. With a last glance the house with the closed front door, I drove myself to the one person I knew would help me get through this.
I parked the car before I knocked on the large wooden door. I heard commotion inside and then the knob opened.
"Molly." I said and she opened her arms. That was all the invitation I needed.
It had been two weeks since Lorcan and I ended things. Molly helped with my pain.
I woke up with nightmares. I still do.
"Shhh…I'm right here, Lucy." Molly whispered, rocking me back and forth on my temporary bed. I've also been crashing at her place.
"Why can't I stop it?" I cried at the ceiling and Molly stared at me seriously, like Lorcan did when he fell on me that summer.
"You need to stop, Lucy. Go back to school, you've been missing classes. You're going to fail and you know Dad is going to resent that." Molly told me and I nodded.
"I know. I know, it's just I want the pain to lessen first." I admitted and her reaction was no where near as warm and fuzzy as I expected.
"It's never going to get easier. In three years from now, it's still going to hurt as much as it does now." Molly said fiercely. I gaped at her.
When my voice returned, it was a tiny squeak. "But it's too much."
"You weren't made a Gryffindor for nothing. I'm allowed to be wimpy because my house colors were blue and bronze but yours are red and gold. You aren't allowed to be a wimp. That is why I am dragging your butt to school in an hour for your English Lit class." Molly replied. She tugged me out of my warm bed and onto the cold, hard marble tiles. She brought me into the kitchen and with a swish of her wand, a warm mug of hot cocoa appeared on the island. I sat down on the stool and drank the cocoa down instantly.
"Better?" Molly asked, grinning.
I nodded, my stomach growling a little.
So that's why my older sister conjured up pancakes with a muggle dessert known as Nutella. I slathered my pancakes and ate them down as any Weasley would. My uncle was Ron Weasley so I had an appetite like most Weasley's.
Molly closed her eyes and muttered a spell under her breath. Five articles of clothing flew down the stairs and into Molly's arms.
She handed them over to me and I glanced at them. They were cute enough, I guess. There was a turquoise top with a shorter coral one on top and jeans for the bottom. I glared at Molly for giving me her impossibly high wedge boots but grimaced at the simple black hoodie. If she thought those would shield me from the cold, then she had to check again.
"I'm gonna freeze." I complained and Molly huffed and pointed a stern finger towards the bathroom door. I sulked as I strode inside large bathroom. I jumped in my clothes, magic helping with a couple loose ends and my hair that I made a side low ponytail as my brown hair curled over my chest.
I opened the door back up and spread my arms. "Happy?"
"Very, now hop in the car, I'm taking you to Poddle." Molly announced and she drags me off in her muggle car as she dropped me off at my muggle college, PoddleUniversity, in a muggle parking space on a muggle-dinary day. I strolled toward my Lit class with Molly's blue bag strap over my shoulder.
I walked all the way into class and sat at the back. When Lorcan came in, him having the same class as me, I simply turned my head and made a disapproving noise.
All throughout the class, he's all that would stay in my head with one word. Why. Why had he started drinking? Was I really that bad of a girlfriend? Was I a bad person?
When the bell rang, I stood up and waited at the café, ordering a coffee to buzz my mind and distract me from the thoughts that weren't leaving me alone.
I was originally going to wait for five reviews but my friend, nudge-monique gave me ideas as long as I continue it. So here you go, CuddlyBear. Here's your chapter. I expect a review for this! Now back to other people reading this, I just really want to ask if you could please review with your opinion. Even a simple smiley face symbol would do fine. I just really want to know that people are actually reading this. I'm sorry if I made Lorcan OOC compared to my first chapter but things that I do not want to come up with happened so he's different, I guess. Please remember this, whatever happens: Lucy and Lorcan will end up together.
November
