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Saving Grace is a series of one shots that follow on from one another, depicting the lives of Matilda Hunter and Lucas Holden.
Full Summary: Matilda Hunter is forced to live a life she hates. And loves. Stuck between life and death, she hovers, waiting for someone to come and save her. Waiting for that one moment that will change her life. Lucas Holden has been forgotten for most of his life... for alcohol, for the endless stream of men his mother would bring home. He's told he's special, but he refuses to believe them. What will happen when serendipity takes hold of their lives, and a series of random events lead to one ultimate mistake?
Rated M for drug & alcohol abuse, sexual situations and suicidal thoughts. You have been warned. Do not read further if you are uncomfortable with these things.
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Saving Grace
Chapter Eight: For Blue Skies
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It's been a long year
Since we last spoke
How's your halo?
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Disoriented I sat up slowly, shaking the feeling of nothingness off… for now. A headache began to brew as I felt the effects of the drinking rampage from last night begin to take a hold of my body.
His arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, so I worked diligently to remove it without waking the sleeping unknown next to me. Creeping across the floor, avoiding those floorboards that would always creak just when you didn't want them to, I managed to collect my g-string and bra from the lamp that they'd been flung towards.
Thin streams of sunlight entered the room, and I covered my eyes in the hopes that I'd avoid any unnecessary headaches before I was able to exit the unknown residence I'd found myself in. Scuttling around to collect the rest of my torn clothing and belongings, I cast one final glance at the dark haired figured that lay sound asleep on the bed still.
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Just between you and I
You and me and the satellites
I never believed you
I only wanted to
Before all of this
What did I miss?
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He looked so vastly different to Luke, I thought immediately. Luke with his beautiful skin, his angelic face, his blonde hair trying so desperately to free itself from the dark restraints that were keeping it hidden from the world. My breath caught in my throat, as I realised finally what I was doing… comparing this stranger to the one boy… man… who had ever tried to rescue me. Who had ever tried to love me… who had even made me begin to love him back.
But I couldn't go there. I couldn't be that person. Because that person ends up broken again. And I was already broken enough. Casting one last look at the world I'd come to live in, I spun on my heels and walked quickly out into reality… a place with nothing left for me.
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Do you ever get homesick?
I can't get used to it
I can't get used to it
I'll never get used to it
I'll never get used to it
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Fingering the fresh bruises that had formed on my thighs, I closed my eyes and sank down onto the tiled floor of the bathroom. Letting the hot water rush over my body, it blended with the tears of pain and suffering, the tears of memories of times past that still played on my mind every now and then. The loneliness built up inside once more, the overwhelming pain that shook me to the core, which took my soul and sold it to the devil.
I reached up slowly towards the silver blade, the source of all my suffering… the answer to all my prayers. Bringing it down, I held it against my pale skin, my hands shaking as it sliced painfully down my wrist. The crimson blood trickled out slowly at first, the red drops mixing with the clear water, swirling around and down my arm, dropping each time against the pure while tiles, staining, tainting them… like me.
Taking it out of my skin, I cried into the deep cut as I pulled the silver up again and once more sliced a clear line down my arm. The tears stung into the cut, the first being the deepest, but the pain of remembering stung more. The pain of never being able to forget those nights all those years ago.
And all I wanted to do was forget.
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I'm under that night
I'm under those same stars
We're in a red car
You asleep at my side
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My body swayed freely as I felt the drug take a hold of my body, and my spirit began to soar, free from the pain, suffering and oppression in the world. His arms wrapped around my belly and pulled me against him, as my hips ground into his groin, my lips forming into a smirk as he responded instantly. His lips met my own as he pressed me into the wall, his hands taking my wrists painfully and throwing them above my head, trapping me in.
I wasn't fearful though, I'd felt this pain before. I was no longer afraid of the pain that would come. Of the end that was near. Of the consequences of these drunken, high actions. All I wanted was to be numb, was to be forgotten. Was to forget.
But he was there lurking in the shadows, watching my every move. His normally light eyes dark with anger, with hatred. With a lust and hunger that no one but I could satisfy. He'd been watching me night after night. Watching me throw my life away. Never understanding what he'd done. Never approaching me, just waiting.
Waiting for me to go to him.
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Going in and out of the headlights
Could I have saved you?
Would that have betrayed you?
I wanna burn this film
You alone with those pills
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I passed him in the hallway and caught his eye. I beckoned for him to follow me, and knew instantly that his eyes, after trailing down my body, followed my every move as I led him to those bleachers. That place where all the tormenting moments had come back to haunt me.
The last place we'd been together.
I moved into the shadows as soon as he found me, but there was no hiding from his soulful eyes. There was no hiding the truth from him.
"Why do you do it?" His voice asked huskily, and I smiled at him.
"Why not?" I replied, moving out of the shadows, towards his body, and I saw him respond before I'd even touched him.
"You're better than this." He said, fighting every urge he had to reach out and hold me, or reach out and fuck me.
"Am I?" I asked him, finally coming to rest inches from him.
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What you couldn't do I will
I forgive you
I'll forgive you
I'll forgive you
I forgive you
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"Yes." He growled, taking a step away from me, stopping my advances once more.
"Prove it." I sneered at him, my eyes turning a dark shade of hate. "Meet me, tonight. And prove that I'm better than what you see." I said, laying the challenge out there for him.
"And how would I do that?" He asked, taking a step towards me again, believing himself to be safe from my game.
I looked down, an evil smile playing on my lips.
"By resisting me." I said finally, looking up to meet his eyes, and leaning up on my toes to kiss him gently on the lips. "Don't give in, and prove me wrong. Prove that I am more than just a sex symbol." I said to him, walking past him and out of the bleaches.
Prove that I can be saved…
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For blue, blue skies
For blue, blue skies
For blue, blue skies
For blue, blue skies
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AN: Yay, an update. But wait, theres more. Thanks to Kate for proofing!