Okay, so this is my second chapter. I really hope you guys like this because, to be honest, I'm pretty much dedicating my life to fanfiction right now. At school I barely even pay attention in class, I'm just writing and writing.
Anyway, enjoy this chapter and I'll try to make the next chapters a bit longer.

If I Could.

Lucky slept late the next day. She woke up midday to the sun shining through her bare window.
She could vaguely remember anything from the night before. Had she really spoken to that boy last night? Had she met someone who really wanted to, out of no obligation, help her rebuild her life, with nothing in return? He was insane.

She walked to the window and gazed outside. The sun was hidden behind a street of silver clouds, yet it was still light out. There weren't a lot of people out; the cold winds discouraged them from leaving their houses. The people who were out, however, were moving as fast as they could to get out of the cold, their clothes blowing wildly around.
Suddenly her eyes dropped to something directly across the road from her. She ran down the stairs and burst out the front door of the building.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded, unsure as to why she was getting angry.

"I told you I'd see you soon."

Lucky stood still, her face blank. He meant it. He had really come back. "I didn't think you'd come back so soon."

The boy smiled, and shrugged. It was light enough to see his face now, though he was still wearing a hat. His lightly tanned skin was near flawless, with only a few faded freckles around his nose. His eyes were the perfect shade of blue, shining as bright as polished diamonds. They seemed to sparkle when he smiled, as if he were genuinely happy to see her.
It took Lucky a few seconds to realise she was staring. Her pink eyes quickly darted to the ground, her blood rushing to her pale face. The boy laughed as her pink cheeks flushed red.

"So," he said, breaking the silence. "Do you want your money or not?"

Lucky nodded nervously and reached for the cash he was holding before her, but before she touched it, he swiped the wad through the air and held it above his head.

"First, I want something else in return."

There it was.

There was always a catch; always a "something else".

How could she be so stupid? Believing he was doing a selfless act, how foolish she was.

"I thought you didn't want anything?"

"I changed my mind."

Of course he did.

Lucky's eyes were cast upon his car, shining charcoal-grey, the way she remembered.
The boy suddenly laughed, making her jump slightly. She gave him a strange look and he just grinned back.

"Not that," he said. "I told you I wanted you to have a better life. Doing that would only be going backwards."

He was right. She could see he was telling the truth.

His eyes. That's what gave him away. He had the kind of eyes that always told the truth. No normal person's eyes would twinkle the way his did. They mesmerized her. It was a nice change from the regular milky or bloodshot eyes, always looking over her body. Instead he looked at her. Truly looked at her, into her eyes. He looked at her as if she were something more than an object. As if she had a future.

As if he already knew her.

But she was afraid.

Not of him, but of what he was saying.

She closed her eyes and placed her face in her hands.

"I can't," she said, slowly shaking her head. "I can't have a different life, I don't know any other world." She was lying. She knew a world of robbery and crime. But, then again, this was a crime, too. Either way she was living her life as a criminal. "And my life isn't that bad. I make lots of money, doing what I do. Why fix something that isn't broken?"

But it is.

The blue-eyed boy shook his head and laughed slightly. It wasn't a humour-filled laugh, though. It was filled with something else. Sadness, perhaps? Bitterness? It made her heart sink. She could feel the blood from her face drain, and was left with an empty feeling.
It was a pitiful laugh, she decided. He felt sorry for her. And so did she, in a way. Her life was being watched over by Slade. She worked to make his money, and what does she get in return? A life full of humiliation. Lucky scratched at the back of her neck. She couldn't do anything about him, he was much too powerful.

"You're too scared to turn to a new, better life," the boy said, frowning at the ground. "And yet, every night you get into a man's car, unsure if you'll ever return, without a second thought."

"I can protect myself, thank you," Lucky snapped back. "Besides, it's not like I don't want that life. I just can't. I guess I don't have a choice."

"Of course you do! You can just walk away right now."

Lucky shook her head. No. He'd come after me. "And do what? Get myself into a dead-end, minimum wage job? No thanks. I earn more doing this." Even when he takes half.

"But where will you get yourself doing this? If anyone you met found out you do this as a living, they'd put you back on the streets."

"I survive. If I didn't have this, I wouldn't have anything. And for your information, I know people who support me and what I do." He raised his eyebrows at this.

"Like who?"

Lucky shook her head. "I've said too much." She began to walk away when the boy caught her hand.

"Come with me," he said quietly.

"What?"

He looked up at her, his blue eyes burning into hers.

"Come with me. I'll show you the life you can have; the life you deserve."
But I can't just leave Slade, can I? Lucky scoffed. "Unlikely. I don't even know your name, and you want me to go with you?"

"Isn't that what you do each night? Can you honestly tell me you ask the names of all the men you go home with?"

Lucky bit her lip nervously. "It's different. I'm guessing this isn't going to be a one-night-stand. You're not just going to leave me alone, are you?"

"No, I'm not," he admitted. "Well then, my name's Wally. Wally West." He held his free hand out towards her. She raised an eyebrow and slowly shook it.

"So what made you come to this?" he asked.
Lucky shrugged. "It's complicated."

"But why this? Why not just be a beggar?"

"Can we not talk about this?" she retorted.

"Sure. What, or who, made you come to this?"

"I said I didn't want to talk about this."

"You said you didn't want to talk about why you didn't become a beggar. I asked what made you come to this?"

She sighed. Why was he so curious in her? It didn't make any sense. "I've just always been an outcast, okay? Never belonged anywhere. Never had one friend. Until I met someone, only a year or two back. He showed me how to live on my own."

"He? A guy told you to become a hooker, and you listened?"
Lucky glared at the Wally. "Don't call me that. I hate that word."

"What would you prefer me to use? Prostitute? Call girl? Harlot? Whore? Mistress? Lady of the night?"

"Lucky's fine, if you must."

"Fine, Lucky. I know you're miserable. I know you don't want to do this. I mean, who does?" She could see his eyes were filled with concern. "Why don't you just try coming with me? I promise I'll do my best to show you how much better life can be, if you just knew how to live it right."

"Why do you keep coming back to this? I told you I don't want to go with you! I'm never getting into that car!" she gestured towards his shining car.
Wally's mouth twisted into a scowl. "Fine." He stepped into the car and slammed the door shut. Lucky heard the engine start as she watched him through the open driver's window. He geared the car into drive and paused, just before a clipped wad of money was tossed towards Lucky. "Forgot your money," he said dryly, before speeding off into the distance.

Lucky headed back to her apartment, again tossing the money into her silver box and sat with her back against the wall, her knees drawn up to her chest for warmth. Why is he here? What is his interest in me? Isn't it obvious I don't want another life?

Did I?

No, it doesn't work that way. You can't just change sides in this world to suit your likings. Life's not a fairytale.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at her door. Cautiously, she stood to answer it. It had better not be Wally again. I swear, if it is... her face lit up as she saw a familiar face at the door.
"Hello, again, Lucky," he said. "It's been a while."

Hey guys! Thanks again for reading. I know, it's been a short chapter, right? Sorry, I tried to extend it, but I also wanted to leave a bit of a cliff-hanger.
bearrose: Thanks soo much, I'll try to update soon. Also, I think I added a bit of stuff to the first chapter after your review, which you might want to check out, because it's sort of important to the story :)
So thanks again guys, and please remember to R&R

-Tash