A/N: My literal reaction after I saw people actually followed and faved this story when I spent the rest of the day after I posted it thinking I shouldn't have because it probably sucks and was too short and I should just go and delete it as soon as possible: wtf.

But thank you, and please review because I really appreciate that.

If there was anyone who went outside at 11p.m. in a large hoodie in 75-degree weather with sunglasses on even though there was no moon let alone sun, it was Maya Hart.

But it's not like she wanted to do that. In fact, she would have much rather been sleeping at that moment. But she had to go to the store because she ran out of make-up. Maya grew into a habit of buying multiple packs of conceiler every month to cover up her bruises and scars. She would have waited until the morning to buy some more if her boyfriend hadn't gave her a brand new bruise right on her eye. But Maya told herself he didn't mean to throw the remote at her. She was just standing in his way, like always. It wasn't his fault.

So she threw on some flats (if she wore her usual heels, she would have woken her boyfriend up and he would've gotten angry for her leaving without telling him), a large hoodie (to cover up her bruised arms and neck) and sunglasses (to cover up the fresh black eye) and ran to the closest store. She would have drove if her boyfriend would let her. He took away her license and hid the keys so he had to drive her everywhere. But Maya told herself there was nothing wrong with that. He just wanted her safe.

She walked to the closest store, CVS Pharmacy, and pulled the hood over her head and quickly walked in. The store was practically empty, which Maya was grateful for. She made her way to the make-up section and started to sort through all the selections as fast as she could.

Finally, she got four bottles of conceiler and paid for it. The cashier gave her multiple scared and curious glances and rung Maya up as fast as she could. Maya was beginning to leave the store when a familiar voice made her stop.

"Maya?"

Maya jumped out of surprise and the bottles tumbled out of the bag and onto the floor. She immediately bent down to pick up the scattered bottles, keeping her face turned from him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you…it's just I haven't seen you in a long time…"

"It's fine, Lucas." Maya said quickly, ignoring his last comment.

He bent down next to her and helped her retrieve the bottles. Maya kept her face turned and muttered a thank you when they stood.

"What are you doing here, Maya?" Lucas asked. "And why are you wearing that? It's like 80 degrees out."

"I…just felt like it," she answered weakly, still avoiding his face.

"Are you wearing sunglasses?" Lucas pressed, squinting down at her, trying to get her to look at him.

"I have a headache," Maya said lamely, silently praying he would just leave already.

"Maya. I know we haven't see each other for a long time, but that doesn't mean I still don't know when you're lying."

Maya was beginning to get scared. Her boyfriend would wake up soon to find her not with him and would surely beat her for it. She had to leave now. "Whatever, Lucas, just leave me alone!" She yelled, trying to scare him away.

"Maya—"

"Stop following me!" She threw her arm in the air, turning to him for the first time. But then she realized her mistake.

As her arm was still in the air, the sleeve of her hoodie fell down. And it revealed her bruised arm.

Shit.

Maya quickly pulled down the sleeve and opened her mouth to say something, to explain herself, but nothing came out. She watched as Lucas's face darken and stare at her arm.

"Is someone beating you?" He said slowly, still looking at her arm.

Maya swallowed. His voice was low, eyes were dark, and jaw was clenched—Jesus Christ, she found it hot.

"N-no," Maya started weakly. "I…fell."

"Bullshit." And before she could react, Lucas walked up to her and pulled the sleeve back up. He stared at her bruises—from cigarette burns to deep cuts from the glass of her boyfriend's beer bottles. Lucas pulled off her sunglasses as well and his mouth fell slightly open.

"It's not what it looks like," Maya said quickly, trying to ignore the fact that Lucas was still holding her wrist.

"Did your boyfriend to this to you?"

Maya was too preoccupied with the quick flash she saw in his eyes when he mentioned her boyfriend to answer.

"Did Andy do this to you?"

She wanted to say no. She wanted to come up with any excuse and run the hell out of there. But she found it hard to when she was staring into those sea-foam green eyes that she hadn't seen in months. She was staring at the face of the man who she loved with all her heart. But she never told him that, of course.

Maya said nothing, so Lucas knew the answer. He dropped his shopping bag and stormed out the store in a ball of fury.

"Lucas! No!" Maya ran after him. She just needed to tell him it wasn't Andy's fault. He couldn't help hitting her. She was okay.

She never caught up to him. Lucas came with a car, so he sped off before Maya could get to him. She knew Lucas was going to beat him up for what he did to her. She knew. But what Lucas didn't know was that Andy was a smart son of a bitch—and strong.

Maya grabbed her make-up and ran as fast as she could.

But she didn't get there fast enough.