Chapter Three: Malls, Knifes, Phone calls and Hotels.
A/N: I named this chapter this, because it has a very important trip to the mall, uses a very important knife, has a very important phone call, and the hotel just finishes it off. Enjoy and review!
I woke up to find myself wrapped in Blakes arms. I wiggled myself free and walked out of Charlie's guest bedroom. I found Charlie in the living.
"Morning" He said to me. "Hungry?"
"Nah."
Charlie was munching on a piece of toast. "Don't get me wrong. Blake's a great guy. But what do you see in him? I always thought he'd end up in gun fights or drugs or something."
"Ooh did you?" I asked, my voice smug. "Well he's sweet, I guess. And fit."
"That all?"
We didn't rehearse this. What am I meant to say? I nodded. "Yeah."
Blake walked in, topless, rubbing sleep from his eyes."Eurh. Morning." He groaned. He chucked him self down on the sofa and reached inside his pocket. He pulled out a pack of pills and swallowed one. He noticed us watching. "Painkiller. Killer headache".
Charlie gave me a weird look but just nodded and went along with it.
"Morning LC" Blake smiled at me. I nodded back. Unsure what to say, Was Blake taking drugs too... Or did he really just have a headache?
"I'll put some more toast on." Charlie said, getting up and leaving the room.
"You OKAY?" Blake asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Mm." I nodded. "Fine. I'm just not a morning person."
"I can see". Blake laughed, probably joking. But I didn't understand the joke, at all.
"Seriously babe." He started to sound scared. "What's wrong?"
"Blake. Do you take drugs?"
"I deal them babe. Not take them."
Charlie walked into the room, empty handed. "Blake. Your-Your a drug dealer?" Charlie's face went pale and the room fell silent.
"Awkward" I mumbled under my breath.
"Charlie. I think we need to talk." Blake looked at me. "Lucie... Would you mind leaving the room?"
I nodded and walked out. I didn't want to listen in on there conversation. It just felt wrong. I walked back to the guest room and sat on the bed, pulling up my knees up and wrapping my arms around them.
Then Georgia walked in.
"What?" I asked.
"What's going on with the boys? There acting all sappy and nice towards each other."
"Maybe you should try it?" I suggested.
"I'm sorry." She said, looking down her nose at me. "I don't act nice towards druggies."
"What?"
"Don't act innocent. I know you're taking drugs. And Blake's dealing them to you."
"No he isn't" I stammered. "I have NO clue what you're on about."
"Mm hm" She said, her lips going thin. "Of course hunny. Get my Charlie involved, and prepare to pay the price." Georgia stalked out of the room, her pony tail bouncing high on her back, and a smug look of her face.
I sat on the bed and sighed. "You can just never keep yourself out of trouble can you Luce? You get yourself involved with drug dealers, and people that hate you. When will you stop?"
Knock knock knock. "Luce?" Charlie's voice called out. He peeked his head around the door. "Can we talk?"
"Yeah. Come on in."
"In I shall come" He told me.
"Is this a time to be funny?" I asked.
"No. Not really. Care to tell me what's going on with Blake?"
"What did he tell you?"
"That some guys are coming. And it's really bad. You're in danger?"
I sighed and put my hand on Charlie's shoulder. "Sorry, but that's all I know. I've been kept in the dark."
"I feel like, like, I don't know my best friend anymore."
"Well it has been years since you saw him. I don't blame you."
"Are you OKAY Luce?"
"Huh?" I asked.
"Your boyfriends dealing you drugs? Are you OKAY with that? Are you mentally stable?" He asked, feeling my forehead.
I laughed and pulled away. "Charlie. I'm fine. REALLY."
"OKAY. I think Blake needs you by the way. He's a bit emotional."
I nodded and headed towards the living room. I heard a high, bitchy, hated voice rise from the room where Blake was sat. I hid near the door and listened in.
"Blake. You and I could do so much better." One flick of her hair. "Run away with me?"
"Wh-What?" Blake stammered.
"I can do so much better with Charlie. And you-" She paused. "You can do so much better than that dog."
"Lucie is not a dog." Blake said, standing up for me. "If anyone's the dog, it's you. Woof."
She climbed onto his knee. "Blake. Listen to me." She started kissing his cheek. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "Come on Blake. Please."
He pushed her off, and she fell to the floor. "No Georgia. And I will be speaking to Charlie about this."
"Sure. And I'll go to the police about you dealing to your precious Lucie." She snapped. "She's such a bitch for getting you in this shit."
"I got myself in this shit." Blake said sticking up for me againTop of Form
"Sure..." Georgia said, holding onto the word, longer than needed. "Give me a call when Lucie becomes to much?"
Georgia walked out into the landing. I threw myself into the kitchen and at the counter, banging my hip.
"Oh, hi Georgia."
"Hi..." She said, getting a class of juice. She glared at me, then left.
I reached for my phone, realising for the second time, in days, I hadn't got it.
"Blake?" I shouted, walking into the living room. "What happened to my phone?"
Blake looked up from his newspaper. Nerd. "Pardon?" He asked, looking confused.
"My phone? What happened to it?"
He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a pink rectangler shape, covered in sequins and glitter. "My baby" I said, grabbing my phone and hugging it. "Come to mummy."
"Note to self. Never come between Lucie and her phone." Blake joked.
I picked up a cushion and threw it at him, then sat down. "So I was thinking... Let's go see New York?"
"Sure. I'll just let Chazza know."
I reached out for Blake. "Are you two OKAY?" I asked.
"I don't know." Blake sighed. "I hope so. We were best friends, you know? Imagine losing something, you loved so much. It's like losing your freedom, your life."
"Oh believe me, I know what it's like." I glared at Blake. "I should go get dressed." I said, pointing towards the bedroom, and backing up.
I was going to do it. I HAD to get out. Away from Charlie and Georgia. Away way Blake. Away from drugs.
I have to get home. I just need to find a way how. There's thousands of alley ways in New York City, but if I went down the wrong one, I could meet some more truck guys. That wouldn't do. I pulled of Blake's oversized t-shirt, and pulled on a White Basics top, and a grey pair of skinny jeans. I brushed my ragged, messy hair, and left it down loose.
"You ready?" Blake asked, popping his head around the door.
"Just about." I nodded, pulling on my brown rocket dog boots and bench jacket.
I stood up and sighed. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be."
"What do you mean?"
I smiled a small smile at him. "Nothing dear. It means nothing." I felt something move inside my stomach, knowing that this as ready as I'll ever be, and knowing quite well it meant much more than nothing.
It was raining that day in New York. Blake and I ran hand in hand, in the rain, trying to catch a cab. I wouldn't of called it 'Romantic'. I'd of called it 'I'm dealing your drugs and if I loose you in this crowd of people I'm screwed'.
Once we were inside the small, but very warm, yellow cab, Blake turned to me. "You want to get away, don't you?"
"How do you know?" I asked.
He reached for my hands. "I can see it in your eyes. Lucie, I want to get away from this too." He gripped my hands, tighter and tigher, The more he talked, the tighter he gripped. "In fact I hate all this drug stuff."
I tried to pull away. "Your hurting my hands. Let go."
"Face it Lucie. You're in this now. You're never getting out."
I stopped and looked at his eyes, knowing that he was telling the truth.
"OKAY" I whispered.
"Lucie I mean it. There's no getting out. You're staying."
I nodded, feeling my eyes tear up. I don't care what Blake says. He's a drug dealer. He's a bully. I wanted out, and I was going to get it. No matter what.
Blake looked out the window. "So it's raining. I was thinking spend today in doors. Want to look around the mall?"
"Sure. I need some more clothes. These ones you packed me are out of fashion anyway."
Blake's smile turned into a frown. "I have them on me. I will make you take them."
"In a cab with a witness?" I asked, fake gasping.
Blake growled. "Lucie. Don't play games with me."
The cab pulled over outside Green Meadow Mall. I got out and pulled my hood up, and headed inside, not waiting for Blake. Once inside, I ran to the nearest girls room. I locked myself in a cubicle and let it out.
I reached for the tissue and wiped my soggy eyes, and snotty nose.
Someone knocked on the cubicle door. "Erhm, excuse me? Are you OKAY?"
"I'm fine." I said, slowly.
"Are you Lucie?"
"Yeah."
"Some guys outside looking for you."
"OKAY. Thanks..." I waited till they walked out to unlock the door. I splashed my face with cold water.
I sighed and put on what my mum use to call my happy face. I wonder if she had even noticed I'd not been around to see her for a while? Probably not.
I walked out the toilets, to see a very unhappy looking Blake. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my close. "What's wrong? You've been crying."
I smiled at him. "Period pains. Nothing serious."
I laughed to myself as he let go of my wrist, and his face fell blank.
"Oh. OKAY then. Let's go shopping. My credit card deserves a good work out."
I dragged Blake into all kinds of shops. Mainly to get my mind of things. We went to clothes shops, music shops, make up shops, jewerly shops, shoe shops, food shops, garden shops, computer shops, dark shops etc etc.
When we came across Top man, I dragged Blake inside. "You need a whole new image."
It was fun recreating Blake. In the end we settled for Military boots, skinny's, and a white beater with a loose farmer type top. When Blake went to go get changed into his normal clothes, I took my chance.
I walked out of Top man, and ran left. I wasn't looking for anything in particular, but an exit would be good. I came to an escalator, and pushed past everyone.
"Get out of my way. Move. Please." I shouted, happy when I reached the bottom.
I heard a cry in the distance. "Lucie" His voice called. "Lucie." A month ago, I would of turned back, but when my freedom was a few floors away, I carried on running.
"LUCIE." I made the mistake of looking back. Blake was running in the distance. I pushed my way through the crowd.
"Let me through." I screamed. "Please. I have to go. MOVE."
Blake was catching up to me, so I took a detore. I ran into Primark and ducked behind the underwear display near the door. When I saw Blake run past, I took back off the way I came.
I had to find a way to escape.
I found myself slowly down, my breathing getting heavier, and my legs getting heavy. "Lucie, come on." I whispered to myself. "You can do this."
"LUCIE. GET HERE NOW." Blake screamed.
I pushed my way through happy familys, with little kids. I wonder what my life would be like if none of this had happened?
Blake caught up to me and grabbed my wrist.
"Someone help me please." I screamed.
A couple of people looked and Blake said calmly. "She's my girlfriend. This is a game we play."
"I'm not his girlfriend. Help me. He deals drugs."
A couple of people laughed. "Don't laugh. Please help me"
Blake dragged me away, so I started kicking and punching, screaming at the top of my voice. "Get of me you filthy drug dealer."
You'd of reckoned someone would of helped me, right?
Once we was outside, Blake took me down an alley way.
He shoved me up against a wall, and pulled a knife out of his pocket. "You're a very silly girl Lucie. Doing stunts like that can cost your life. We couldn't have that, could we?" He smirked. "You're going to pay the price for that"
"What are you going to do?" I asked. I gasped as he put the blade to my throat.
"You're going to do everything I say." He growled.
"No." I felt something warm drip onto my hands. I looked down to see the blood. He'd slit into my throat slighty. "Fine." I said.
"You're going to carry on pretending to be my girlfriend. We'll go back to Charlie's, like everything is normal. And you're taking these." He handed me some pills.
"I'll do everything but that." I said, pointing to the drugs.
"Then you leave me no choice."
The last thing I saw that day was Blake's hand punching my face.
I woke up in Charlie's guest bedroom. I gently felt my eye. "Ow" I mumbled.
"Lucie?" Charlie's voice called out. "You awake?" He popped his head around the door.
"What happened?" I asked, softly.
"According to Blake, some guy knocked you out. I'm suspecting one of the bad guys." Blake. Blake. Blake. It all came back to me.
"Blake's a bad guy..." I whispered.
"What?" He asked.
"I said, please can you get me some ice?"
Charlie smiled, a small, thin smile. "Sure thing."
Charlie left, and when he returned, he had a bag of frozen peas.
"Thanks." I mumbled, taking the peas, and pressing them against my eye.
"It looks bad" Charlie told me.
"Way to make me feel crap." I sighed.
"Sorry." Charlie said, sitting on the end of the bed. "I dumped Georgia."
"Why?" I asked, but really pleased.
"I left my camera on in the living room by mistake. She made a move on Blake."
"Yeah. I overheard that."
"What do you see in Blake Lucie? I know he did this to you."
"He-He didn't" I stammered.
have anything to tell. Honest. And Blake didn't do this." "You think Blake did this?" I asked.
"I know he did. I found a knife in his pocket."
"Well he didn't" I exclaimed.
"Lucie. Please don't lie to me. You can tell me anything."
I shook my head. "Thanks, but no thanks Charlie. I don't
"Lucie."
"I just want to be left alone." I whispered, wiping my eyes.
"OKAY." Charlie said, noticing the tears in my eyes, he pulled me in for a hug, and rubbed my back. "It will be OKAY" He whispered. "I promised."
One look in Charlie's eyes told me he meant it, but I couldn't find the strength to believe him.
I cuddled up to myself under the quilt, trying to get warm. I reached for my phone, thankful Blake hadn't took it again, and went though my contacts.
Katie.
I held my breath as the phone dialled her number.
1 ring. 2 ring. 3 rings. "Hello?" My best friends voice asked. "Lucie?"
"Hi." I said slowly.
"Lucie, where have you been? It's been days."
"Long story." I mumbled.
"Where are you now?" She asked.
"New York."
"How the heck did you end up there?"
"I have no clue, to be honest."
"Well, when will you be home?"
"I doubt I ever will return home... I have to go."
I hung up, realising the phone call was a bad idea. But I had to hear my best friends voice. I cried softly into my pillow. I looked up when my phone vibrated 3 times. A text.
'I'M WORRIED ABOUT YOU BBZ. CALL ME WHEN YOU CAN. '
I closed the text and tried to keep myself together.
I tried, but I couldn't. The tears came slowly at first, and then they started pouring. Charlie came running in. "Get dressed. I'm getting you out of here."
"But. What. A. Bout. Blake?" I asked, snivelling.
"He's gone north for a couple of hours. If we go south, we have no chance of seeing him."
I jumped up and changed into my sweats and hoodie, not caring that Charlie was here. Charlie ran into the kitchen and made some sandwiches, and grabbed some water, juice, and pop.
"Let's go." Charlie said, locking his flat, and then pulling me towards his truck. "The windows are tinted. No one can see in. So we're safe, if we stop to sleep or anything".
I nodded. "Right."
I reached into my pocket to make sure it was there. My pocket knife. I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt the familiar shape. I knew as long as I had this knife, and I was with Charlie, I was safe.
Charlie drove away from his apartment. Away from his home. He was giving up his home for me, and he acted like he didn't care.
"Fancy a MacDonald's?" He asked. "I know you haven't eaten".
I shrugged my shoulders. "Lucie, don't worry." He said. "I don't do drugs, or deal them."
I smiled. "Well then, MacDonald's it is."
Charlie smiled back. "You should smile more." He mumbled.
"Why?" I asked, still smiling.
"It makes you look pretty... Crap Charlie! Why tell her that?" He slapped himself on his forehead.
I smiled again. "Thanks Charlie."
"S'ok baby." Charlie pulled into a MacDonald's and ordered just about everything. He turned to me. "To keep us going. Though we can stop at places too."
Charlie took the food and handed some to me. I slowly munched my way through it. "Thanks." I told him, realising how hungry I actually was.
"Where did you live... Before this happened?"
"Chestwik." I told him.
"I want to take you back, but Blake?"
"Nah. I'll doubt he'll even look there."
"Chestwik it is then."
I smiled at him. "Thanks Charlie. This means alot."
I picked up my phone and dialled Katie again.
"I'm coming home." I told her. "Give me 2 days."
I knew we'd stop at a motel or something, so I said 2 days, to give us time.
"Lucie, my best friend, I can't wait to see you." I laughed.
Once we hung up Charlie said. "The first thing we're doing in Chestwik is going to the Police."
I felt my stomach churn. As much as I hated Blake, I couldn't get him arrested.
"Lucie?" Charlie said, shaking me. "Lucie? Are you there?"
"Huh?" I said, snapping out of my bubble.
"You looked like you were lost in space" He joked. "What was you thinking about?"
"Blake" I mumbled.
"He's a creep. I hate him. How could I ever of been his best mate?"
"You fell for his nice side, not caring about his dark one" I sighed.
"Are you sure you're OKAY?" He asked me.
"Yeah. Just tired, I guess" I couldn't tell Charlie the truth. How could I? It would sound crazy. Oh Charlie, I'm in love with your ex best mate. You know? The guy that drugged me, kidnapped me, and knifed me? Yep. Crazy.
"Want to pull over at a hotel?" Charlie asked.
"Hotels are expensive..." I mumbled. "Motel?"
"I don't do 1 star" Charlie told me. "I'm not a low life scum. God, what conditions did he keep you in?"
I yawned. "Very very poor ones" I said slowly, falling asleep.
When I awoke, I was in a comfy double bed. I heard a light snoring coming from the other side of the room. Charlie had thrown himself on the sofa.
"Aw" I whispered. Though it must of been louder, as Charlie woke up too.
"Morning" He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "My back kills"
"Get in the bed then douche" I told him. "I don't mind. You didn't have to sleep on the sofa for me"
Charlie smiled and climbed in beside me. He wrapped his feet around mine.
"Why?" I asked.
"Your feet are warm..." He mumbled, before he fell asleep.
I laughed to myself, quietly. I cuddled up to Charlie, and ran my fingers through his hair, like the time I did with Blake.
I looked at his face, to see he was grinning.
I rested my head against his chest. I could trust him, I think. He got me out. Away. He was my hero.
I feel asleep cuddled up to him, wondering what it would be like, to be the girl he loved.
When I awoke, again, I was still cuddled up to Charlie, but this time his arms were around me, and he was awake.
"Morning" He mumbled into my ear. "I don't know about you, but I fancy staying here, for a while longer, than going down and having a huge meal"
"That sounds nice" I mumbled back. "As long as I get a Latte down me"
"You can have a many Lattes as you want. Erhm, Lucie. If you don't mind me asking... How many times did Blake drug you?"
"I don't know" I mumbled. "A couple. After he knifed me, and punched me, he did then"
"I knew he did that too you" Charlie mumbled, reaching to feel my throat. "Does it hurt?"
"Nah. He hardly cut it."
"You sure?" Charlie asked, rubbing his thumb over my cheek. I shivered with excitement. I had butterflies.
They weren't the ones I got when I was with Blake. These butterflies, were good butterflies.
"Cold?" He asked me.
I shook my head. "No"
"I don't care" He said, laughing, and pulling me closer. "God Lucie. Your funny, smart, cute, beautiful. Just say the word and I'll stop"
"You make me sick" I mumbled into his chest. "Pouncing on to a girl like me with your charming ways. Shame on you"
Charlie's stomach rumbled. "As much as I'd love to stay here all day, I'm starving. Let's go" Charlie said, dragging me out of bed and towards the door.
"Don't we need to get dressed?" I asked.
"Who cares?" He scoffed. "It's a hotel. You relax here. R-E-L-A-X"
I laughed and followed him down to the dining hall. I picked up a plate and chose Bacon, egg, chips, toast and butter, and of course, my Latte.
I sat down at a table in the corner with Charlie. Anyone looking over would of thought we were a happy couple. Which I guess, in a way we was.
"Strawberries Malady?" Someone asked. I looked up, to see a waiter looking person. I took one and bit into it.
"That's strange..." I said.
"What?" Charlie asked.
"Are strawberries usually crunchy?"
"Lucie. You've been drugged"
"Really? Then how come I haven't blacked out or anything?" I asked, confused.
"I don't know. Drink some water" Charlie poured me a glass and me drink the entire content.
"Can I eat now?" I moaned.
"Sure"
The rest of breakfast was in a disturbing silence. Charlie kept watching me, for any signs that I had been drugged.
"Do you reckon he knows where here?" I asked.
"Probably. But he can't do ought. There's too many witnesses"
I nodded. "Or he's scared? He got that man to come instead of himself"
"Or..." Charlie said. "He knew we'd recognise him and run"
"So you're saying?"
"The sooner we leave, the better"
I nodded and shovelled down the rest of my food.
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