Dusty nearly dropped the phone when he heard her voice. He never thought in a million years that he would ever hear her beautiful voice again. "Princess." He whispered. He cringed he didn't mean to call her that, but the word just came so easily, so naturally.

He waited for her to answer. She just sat silently on the other end. Not knowing what to say or what to do. She heard him speak again. "Baby...please." Was all he said? She did not know what to think of that. Did he still love her? Was that Baby meant for her, or did he have someone there with him. A pang of jealousy all the sudden coursed through her body.

She quickly hung up the phone. She collapsed in one of the chairs that sat around the kitchen table and took a deep breath. How could she have accidentally called Dusty? How?

Dusty heard the dial tone of the phone after she hung up. He was shocked that she called. "Why did she call?" He wondered. "After four years of not knowing if...damn her for calling." He yelled as he threw the phone at the wall.

He went over and fixed another drink. He drank until he forgot. He drank until all of the memories vanished. He drank until the illusions of her turned into hallucinations. "He wanted nothing more then to touch her again. To feel her.

Soon after conversing with Illusions and hallucinations Dusty had passed out on the floor as she continued to mutter Lucy's name. "Lucy."

Meanwhile back in Boston.

Lucy sat in the chair wondering why she had called Dusty. She thought she had dialed her grandmother's number, however when she looked at the last number she dialed it was most definitely Dusty's number.

"Why did I call him?" She asked her self aloud.

I need a drink. She said as she grabbed a bottle of wine and a wine glass from the cupboard. She poured herself a glass and quietly drank in the dark.

"Lucy?" She heard Patrick calling him.

"Yeah?" She replied.

"Where'd you run off to, I though we were gonna you know." He said as he suckled her neck. Lucy cringed as she moved away. Patrick got confused.

"Baby what's wrong?" Again Lucy cringed at him calling her that. He barely called her by any nickname, and when he did she would get upset.

"Lucy why do you get this way every time I call you Baby, or Sweetheart and especially princess?"

Lucy closed her eyes then opened them again. She walked towards Patrick. "Don't you ever call me those names, do you understand." She yelled as he backed away and nodded. "Those names they're...they're...I only let one person use those names." She broke down crying. She wanted Dusty to say call her princess one more time. She even thought of calling him, just to hear his voice.

Patrick was confused at why his fiancé was acting so strangely. "Lucy? What's wrong?"

"I don't know, it might be hormones. I'm gonna be starting soon, so that must be it." Lucy lied. As she blamed her sudden mood change on her monthly cycle.

."Can I get you anything?" Patrick asked.

'Yeah you can explain to me why I'm all the sudden still feeling for a man I left four years ago.' She thought to herself. "Uhm...no, I'm fine. I'm just tired and would like to just go to bed if that's alright with you." She answered.

"Yeah, let me help you." He helped into bed. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She soon began having a dream or more of flashback of the events that took place four years ago.

Dream---

"How could you? How could you lie, I trusted you." Lucy yelled at Dusty as tears fell down her face. She had trusted him. She put all of her faith in him and this is how he treats her. He didn't trust her.

"Baby." Dusty didn't know what to do. He couldn't explain his actions. He tried, but Lucy wasn't listening. "I didn't...I mean. Come on Lucy. Please." He pleaded with her. He tried to grab her hand but she deflected.

"Don't, don't you dare touch me. How could you sit there and lie to my face." Lucy asked.

Dusty sighed. "Lucy I didn't know, I swear to you. I had no idea Dominic had..." but before he could finish Lucy shushed him.

"No, don't lie." She screamed. "I trusted you Dusty, I trusted you to tell me everything, but you couldn't trust me enough to tell me. You could have told me the fight was fixed."

"You knew it was." Dusty argued

"No, I didn't. You said the fight was weighted, you never told me it was fixed and now because of that Aaron is fighting for his life in the hospital."

Dusty closed his eyes. "Sweetheart, believe me when I tell you I had no idea."

Lucy looked at Dusty. "I don't believe you." Lucy said as she walked over to the closet and pulled out her suitcase.

Dusty started to panic. "Wha-what are you doing?" He asked as she started packing her things. "Lucy?"

"I can't be with you any more Dusty, I can't be with some one who lies to me and doesn't trust me with the truth."

"No, Lucy. I'll try to be better. Please don't leave me, I can't lose you." Dusty pleaded with her not to leave. However she had finished packing and closed the suitcase. She picked up the case and walked to the door.

"You should have thought of that before you lied." She said as she walked out of the hotel room she shared with Dusty. Leaving him standing there letting his own tears flow.

Lucy stood in the hallway and looked back at the door. The tears would not stop flowing. She took a deep breath and walked to the elevator...she pushed the floor to the lobby. She would never see Dusty Donovan again.

----end of dream

Lucy cried in her sleep as Patrick wondered what had gotten his fiancé so upset. "What's bothering Luce?" He said as he smoothed the hair out of her face.

She stirred and murmured something that caused Patrick to become concerned.

"Dusty."

Tbc....