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Chapter 8

+ + + Lucy + + +

I heard something I hadn't heard come out of both of our mouths in a long time. Care free laughter. We laughed as we escaped from that god awful building and made our way to his car.

"Wait, allow me," he said as I was going to open the car door. I giggled like a mindless little girl and allowed him to open my door for me. Just as I was going to get inside the car, I felt his hands find themselves entangled in my hair and his lips crashed to mine. I responded with as much force as I had in me. "So, where do you want to go?" he asked me, his lips a few breaths away. My eyes widened. "Wait, so is this like, a date?"

"Yup, I want to know what it feels like to be able to have you. The spell will break after this night." he said, managing to confuse me completely.

"What do you mean?" I asked him with a smile. His eyes looked away from mine as a pale, pink tint covered his cheeks.

"I don't know if you noticed, but I like you, Lucy, but because of what I am, we'll never be able to be together. After tonight, we'll go back to the way things are supposed to be. You'll go back to being my sister's annoying best friend and I'll go back to being the over-protective 'stalker'." his eyes never met mine. By now my heart was honestly fluttering. He liked me. Nick Drake liked me!

I cupped his face and this time I was the one making him look up. "Hey," my eyes met his briefly but it was enough to hold them there. "You know that I've never had a problem with you being what you are. I mean if both of us really want this we'll find a way. We'll take baby steps; we don't have to jump to the big stuff. I'm not even ready for the big stuff. We'll see where this evening takes us and we'll decided if we want to give a chance to this or not." I rambled. Nick smiled at me. "I guess we can do that. So where do you want to go?"

"Well, judging from the rumbling in my stomach, can we go to the McDonald's drive through? I'm starving. Those appetisers where yummy but barely satisfying. I haven't eaten all day."

Nick laughed. "Alright. Let's go feed that beast before it attacks and threatens to eat everybody." He said as he helped me settle myself in his extremely uncomfortable car and sat in the drivers seat." I snorted.

"Please. I don't eat that much. And please don't go too fast." I begged him. He chucked. "Whatever you say." he said as he sped away, not even giving me the time to buckle my seatbelt. He laughed as I yelped.

"What's up with you and this fear of speeds?" he asked me. I bit my lip.

"I don't really know. I just feel as if I'm going to dart through the dashboard." he shook his head. "You really are one of a kind. Usually girls love sports cars. Wait, I know." he pressed a button and the roof slid down. "Look up, the view may help." he suggested. I nodded and did as he said. The view of the night sky greeted me. Thousands of little white lights were spread across the sky, framing a full moon. The view was truly staggering. It calmed me and allowed me to breath calmly once more.

"Feel better?" he asked me. I nodded in response. I put my hand over his which was on the gear. He smiled in return so I grasped it tighter.

We spent a few minutes in blissful silence, just enjoying each other's company. After a while, McDonald's trademark golden arches came into view. "So, what would the lady like to eat?" he asked. "I'd like a medium BigMac meal with diet coke." I said to him.

"Why diet? You don't need it."he said as he glanced at my waist. I grinned. What a flatterer. "I prefer the diet. The normal one is just too sugary, it makes me even thirstier." he ordered my meal and once he paid - he refused that I pay for my meal - he gave me the bag. I got out the burger and took a mean bite out of it.

"Someone's hungry alright." he grinned at me. I grinned back and threw a fry at his face.

"Not in the car, Lucy or you'll have to clean it up." he warned me. I stuck out my tongue at him and threw another fry in his way.

"You little-" and with that we started a tickle war. My poor burger, or what was left it was put aside and we made a mess of his car.

"Okay, I give up. I won't throw another fry in this car for as long as I live." he smirked victoriously, but then realised that is car was already pelted with fries.

"Guess I was wrong. I win." I smirked at him. He cursed and threw a fry off the seat an into my hair. I glared at him and tried to search for the damn fry in the sea of braids that Sol had made in my hair.

"That wasn't nice of you." I accused. He grinned. "When have I ever said that I was nice?" I glared again.

"I hate you." I said to him. Still grinning, he shook his head. "No you don't. You love me. Admit it."

"Never!" I filled my mouth with all what was left of the burger and chewed with all my might. He started tickling me once more and I almost spit out the disgusting chewed up material in my mouth. I swallowed painfully and attempted to stop his hands from tickling me.

"You're lucky I didn't spit all over you." I said as I took a gulp of my drink.

"You wouldn't dare. Now let's go home. You have school tomorrow." he said. I groaned but then I noticed that he was going the wrong way. My house was the other way.

"Where are you going?"

"Um... Home." he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yeah, but you need to drop me off at my house, if it's no problem, of course."

"You're moving in with us, Sol can lend you something for tomorrow. You don't need to go to your house tonight." I stared at him. "Wait. I never said I was moving in. I want to decide myself. Take me to my house, please." I said, little bit annoyed at him.

"You're kidding, right? After all your brother said to you and the martyr he made you go through, you still insist on giving him a second chance which he will obviously screw up?" He asked me, his nostrils flaring. I glared at him.

"What I do is none of your business. Had it been one of your brothers wouldn't you have given him a second chance?"

"Not when he batters you in bruises! What if the next time he losses control he injures you severely?" he pleaded with me.

"I just want to give him a second chance. Why is it so wrong that you won't accept it? I don't want to fight but you can't take my decisions for me."

"I can and I will when your decisions are stupid. I care for you; I don't want to see you get hurt."

"Well then I'd rather that you care less if you're going to act like a high handed ass." I responded furiously. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly.

"Do you know what your problem is, Lucy? Your huge damned pride. Why won't you accept our help when we really want to give it to you." he asked me, despair now thick in his voice.

"Because I'm not some helpless little girl anymore. I'm not a damsel in distress and I certainly don't want some stupid prince to save me. I'm a big girl and I can fight my damn battles alone. Now take me to my house!" I told him, hating the fact that he was the one driving. He looked away from me, his eyes returning to the road ahead of him. I was pissed at him. He had no right to decide for me like that.

We spend an uncomfortable ten minutes in perfect silence, the only sounds being those of the car till we arrived at my house. No one dared to talk. As the realisation hit me that because of our dispute, the wonderful moments we spent having fun in each other's company would be just a memory of the past.

Well, maybe it was for the best. If there was only mere attraction to each other maybe we were never meant to be in the first place. Lucy and Nick, Nick and Lucy, even our names sounded wrong together, kinda. Yeah, I would keep saying that till it stuck in my head.

"We're here." He-who-shall-not-be-named said coldly. I grabbed my little black purse and darted out of the car. I slammed the door behind me and ran up to my door. I heard Nick's car speed away, and that was when I let the tears fall freely. I fumbled in my black purse for the keys and opened the stiff door. I instantly went in the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. Nick didn't desire my tears, no one did, not even my father.

I heard heavy footsteps climbing down the stairs. I knew that it was Josh, and I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I looked down and away from him.

That's when I felt a strong hand come in contact with my skin. It stung painfully. I looked up and to my horror, Josh was there with an empty bottle of vodka in his hand.

"I saw you bitch!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "W-what are you talking about Josh? You're drunk as fuc-" he tried to hit me again but this time I was quicker and slid away from him, using the kitchen stools as shields. "I saw you suck his face off, you dirty little whore." he shouted once more. I grabbed a stool to protect myself. If I managed to make it up the stairs to my room and lock myself there, I would probably have to chance to escape in the middle of the night when he passed out with a hangover.

The alcohol in his system didn't decrease his strength, if not, it tripled it. He easily pulled the stool from my hands and caught me by my hair, painfully pulling at it. He grabbed the scarf and tightened it around my neck, and slammed my body painfully against the fridge's door. This was not going to end well. He was suffocating me with my own scarf so I tried to pry it off before he strangled me. After several tried I succeeded, almost falling to my knocks as I greedily inhaled as much oxygen as my lungs could manage.

I heard him gasp. Oh God, the love bites! "You little sneaky bitch, all this time I thought you where some pathetic virgin. You let him do this kinky shit to you! Have you no shame! Imagine what dad would think of you, you dirty prostitute! Letting that rich mother fu-" his hands went around my neck and started the strangle me.

"Josh, please! I swear I'm a virgin." I croaked out, my voice barely audible. Tears streamed down my face like a never ending river.

He was right. He had warned me, yet I had chosen my brother over him and my best friend. A mistake I'd never do again. An unforgivable decision.

He looked thoughtful for a moment. "Just to be sure." he muttered to himself as his hands started making their way beneath my dress. That's when I started to panic. How drunk was he?

"Please stop, I swear I'm a virgin. Please Josh don't. You'll regret it." I pleaded. I yelped as I felt his finger close to my entrance. I grabbed his empty vodka bottle and hit him in the head with it. He had crossed a line, and drunk or not he still had no right to do such a thing. I managed to get him away from me for a few precious seconds. I hastily grabbed my phone and swallowing down my pride, I phoned Nick. The phone rings synched with my heartbeat and with every ring, my heart ached. Nick, please pick up, I pleaded silently. The phone went in voicemail, much to my horror. An estranged sound escaped my mouth. Josh was a hopeless drunk, but never had he ever tried to touch me. He was seriously wasted.

I lost no time and made my way to my room. Outside was not an option. I had no car and thus no way of escape. As I hurried up the stairs I called Nick once more. That's when I felt someone grip my ankle. I fell and almost hit my face had I not been quick enough to shield myself with my hands. I screamed when I saw a knife in his hands. "Touch me again, bitch and you're dead!" he shouted. I kicked and screamed at him till I thankfully landed a blow on his chin. I darted to my room, but during my hast escape, my phone fell down the stairs. There was no time to retrieve it so I went straight to my room. I whimpered as I searched everywhere for the key. I heard sounds downstairs so I frantically started moving all that I could find to barricade the door. I did not have enough time and I knew that it was a mistake on my part, thinking that I would be able to block Josh.

Josh burst through the door. "Please, Josh! I'll agree to come live with you. I'll even pay the rent all by myself and cook and clean but just put that knife down." I begged him, trying to stop him from doing something we'd both regret.

"I wouldn't want to live with you anyways. You're a stupid whore, just like that bitch of our mother."

Things happened to fast for me to process them. I backed down against the door and he lunged at me.

I felt an odd sensation in my stomach. For a short moment, I was too bewildered to react. My heart ticked and with each beat of my heart, I felt something vibrate in my stomach. I looked down to find a handle of a knife, clearly visible sticking out of my stomach. I looked up at Josh who mirrored the same look of horror as I did. That's when what happened caught up to me. A terrible, screeching scream tore from throat as a burning sensation ripped through my midriff. I fell to my knees and screamed causing the knife to shift within me. More shrieks followed.

"I'm so sorry, Lucy. I didn't mean to." he said anxiously. I turned away from him.

"Drive me to the hospital, quick." I whispered through groans of pain.

"No, the police will ask questions. Let me see!" he said. I turned away and tried to shove his arms away, yet I was too weak. He lifted me up against my will and placed me on the bed. I bit my lip in an attempt to distract myself from the huge pain dominating the centre of my body.

"Please, Josh. Take me to the hospital. I'll die if not." I said, coming to terms with the horrible truth.

"No! I'll just pull it out. It's not that deep, it will heal." he said helplessly. I was about to start screaming at him to get away. If I have ever learned something from all the CSI shows I've seen it's that if you pull the knife out, you'll bleed to death.

The feeling of the metal sliding out of my stomach is not something I'll ever want to feel again. It feels as if someone has knocked the breath out of you. I screamed, my throat going sore. Weakly, I put my hand to my stomach and saw a red substance covering my fingers. At the sight of the blood I screamed again. My hair stuck to my forehead with sweat. My saliva started tasting metallic, the taste of blood and my eyes started losing to the conquering darkness.

"LUCY!" I heard a voice shout. To me it sounded like the voice of an angel, too good to be true.

It sounded like Nick's voice and he sounded pissed. Really pissed.

Will she make it? What will happen to Josh? What will Nick do?

What do you guys think that will happen? Well, you'll find out next week but in the mean time review and tell me 3 The more crazy ideas I get the more I'll need to upload earlier to prevent insomnia :P

Until the next time, my vampire lovelies :D