Chapter 3- Never Let Me Go
All the world is ours
Like they say in Scarface kid
You can push your drugs and I can make it big
Singing CBGB's have a real good gig
Hey you never know
Cause baby we were born to live fast and die young
Born to be bad, have fun
Honey, you and me can be one
Just believe, come on
If you love me hardcore then don't walk away
It's a game boy
I don't wanna play
I just wanna be yours
Like I always say
Never let me go
Boy, we're in a world war
Let's go all the way
Put your foot to the floor
Really walk away
Tell me that you need me more and more everyday
Never let me go, just stay
Never Let Me Go by Lana Del Rey
People always said that everyone deserved a second chance, and I believed that, to some extent. But things were different with Happy, no matter how many chances I gave him, no matter how many times he walked out, I would still let him back in. Happy was like a drug to me, I desperately needed him in such an unhealthy way. That was how to describe our relationship, it was like I was a junkie and he was my own personal drug, I could never get enough of him. And it was slowly killing me.
Ever since I got on the back of the Prospect's bike I had felt nothing but regret, I regretted leaving Happy. But I knew that he would have just screwed me over, left me broken hearted once again.
When I had gotten back Michael had bombarded me with questions about where I was, why I had left. I had only half lied, saying that my brother needed me but when I got there he didn't anymore so I came back. I had avoided his question of how I got there and back, just said I was tired and headed to bed. I had been avoiding him since then, picking up more shifts, going out with friends, doing anything I could to prevent him from asking me any more questions.
This was one of the few times this week that we were actually together. He was sitting at the table reading a newspaper while I was drinking a glass of juice on the other side of the room.
"You okay?" He asked
"Yeah I'm fine, why?" I replied
"It just seems like you've been avoiding me, ever since you disappeared" he said frowning
"No, of course not" I said plastering a fake smile on my face "I've just been busy with school, and you know how my mum is" I lied
"Missy, we'll have dinner tonight, we'll leave at 7pm, okay" he said
"Yeah, sure, I'll be ready by then" I said walking into my room to get ready for work
By the time 7pm came I was standing in front of my full length mirror, wearing a tight black skirt and white v-neck t-shirt. My hair was hanging loose around my shoulders and I wasn't wearing much make up. I sighed, my mind wandering to Happy before I pushed the thought away, I wouldn't think of Happy ever again.
The restaurant we went to was upper class, expensive with five star quality food. A place that my parents would go to. Looking around I realized that Happy would never come to a place like this, he would stick out like a sore thumb with his tattoos and leather cut.
The meal was enjoyable, the food was nice, we made small talk. It was comfortable but I couldn't help but feel like it was so forced, I forced myself to not run out of the room screaming.
"There's something I need to ask you" he said pulling something out of his pocket
"Okay" I said unsure of what he would ask
"Would you do me the honour of marrying me?" He asked pulling out a ring
The ring was silver, with a large diamond, it looked expensive. I stared at it, trying to decide. I knew that this would never happen with Happy, as much as I wanted it to. I loved Michael, just not as much as I loved Happy. And I knew that I should say yes, marry Michael, live out a perfect life. But I just couldn't.
"I'm sorry, but I can't marry you" I said closing the box
"Why?" He asked
"Because I don't love you, not as much as I should, and I think you know that" I said
"But, we're so good together" he said
"No, were not" I said moving my hands away from his "I'm not my mother, I'm not going to become the perfect trophy wife for you, I'm sorry, you deserve someone who can be that for you"
"You can be that, you are that"
"No, I'm not, and if you really knew me you'd know that" I said taking a deep breath before continuing "I pack up your stuff, you can come get it tommorow"
I got up from the table and walked out of the restaurant, without looking back. I started walking back to my apartment, since Michael drove us here and I didn't think he would want to drive me home, I had no ride.
It was a short walk to my apartment and it was a relatively safe neighborhood I wasn't worried, besides I always carried a gun in my bag, the one Happy had given me after he taught me to shoot.
When I got to my apartment block I was too distracted to notice the motorbike parked outside. When I reached my apartment the door was ajar, the lock had been picked. I pulled the gun out of my bag and walked inside. The first thing I saw was the tattooed biker sitting on my couch. I put away my gun when I saw him.
"You still carrying a gun" he said smirking
"Of course I do, never know when you might need it" I snapped "Why are you here Happy? I left remember" I asked
"What happened to the prick?" He asked ignoring my question
"I ended things" I said looking down at my shoes
Happy raised an eyebrow at me "It was not because of you, he asked me to marry him and I said no" I said
"Why'd you say no?" He asked
"Because, I don't want to become some trophy wife, I'm not my mother and I don't want to be" I said
I sat down on the couch next to Happy and he smiled at me, a genuine smile. He grabbed my face and pulled it towards him, our lips colliding into a kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him towards me.
It was in that moment that I realized that Happy was all I wanted, all I needed. I didn't care about what my mother wanted for me, she had no say in how I lived my life. I loved Happy, and would be with him, no matter what anyone else thought.
He pulled away and I leant my forehead on his "Does this mean your coming back?" He asked
"Hell yeah" I said pulling him by the collar into another kiss
Last chapter, what do you think of me making this into a proper story. It would focus on what happened before chapter one and what happens in between chapters one and two.