Roman smiled at Lucky sitting next to him. They had been dating for half a year but it was the first time she was meeting his friends. She had dragged it out for as long as she could and he waited until she was ready.

He assumed her appearance what was made her insecure. She had a long scar and two smaller ones running down the left side of her face. Her arms and hands had scars too as if she had been trying to defend herself against an attacker. She fell into a window that cut her open a few years ago. That was what she said. She didn't care to talk about it further and he accepted that even though he felt it wasn't the whole story. He suspected an abusive ex that she might open up about once she was ready. He leaned in and placed a kiss on her temple.

"You're beautiful," he said.

She looked at him with those beautiful, big, doll-like, bright blue eyes. He reached a hand up and ran it through her honey blonde hair before leaning in to place a kiss on her lips. He meant it everytime he told her that she was beautiful. He didn't care about her scars. She was beautiful to him. He had never felt this way about anyone before her.

"Where's the party at?" Dean yelled.

Lucky froze and her eyes widened which gave her a weird, creepy look. Her eyes were already big but they got so much bigger when she looked like that.

"It's okay. It's just another one of our friends," he said.
"I know that voice," she said.
"Maybe you've met him before. His name is Dean," he said.

Dean entered the room with a grin on his face. Lucky stared at the man towering above them all in the doorway. He scanned the room and stopped when his eyes found her.

"Lucky? Well, I'll be damned!" Dean laughed.
"You two know each other?" Roman asked.
"Know each other? That's an understatement. I've been inside her more times than I can count," Dean said.

Roman's smile faded and he turned his head to look at Lucky. She was looking down at her feet. Everyone at the party stopped talking and just stared at the scene unfolding. Dean didn't seem to catch on and dumped down on an empty chair.

"Well, it's good to see you're not in that line of work anymore and can actually sleep with just one man and not for cash," Dean said.
"What is he talking about?" Roman asked.
"Shit, you didn't tell him?" Dean laughed. "Oh my fucking god! I'm sorry you had to find out about it this way, Roman, but Lucky here used to be one of the best prostitutes a few towns over. There wasn't a thing she and the others wouldn't do for their next fix."

Lucky looked up from her feet and stared at Dean. It was one thing he spilled the beans about her past but he accused her of doing drugs which she never did. Some of the other women did but she never touched anything like that.

"Those who did drugs there did it to escape reality," Lucky said.
"What happened to you? One day you were gone," Dean ignored Lucky's comment. "You were so good at fucking though. A shame about your face. Is that why you chose to leave that line of work? Because no one wanted to fuck a broken face like that? Instead you used all the tricks you learned and hooked a rich guy. Talk about an upgrade even though you still fuck for money."

Lucky got up from the couch and walked out of the room. She heard Dean laugh behind her but no one else joined in. She walked outside and heard footsteps come running through the house. She turned around and saw Roman run towards her. He closed the door behind him and just looked at her.

"What?" She asked.
"Talk to me," he said.
"What do you want me to say?" She asked.
"The truth would be nice," he said.

She nodded and tears started running down her face. She reached her hands up to dry her eyes but new tears kept falling.

"I never cried in front of any of them. I refused to give them that satisfaction. They already took my body but I was not going to hand them my mind as well," she said.
"Lucky," he whispered.
"I didn't choose that life, Roman. I don't give a fuck what Dean thinks about it but none of us were there by choice. We were forced and we couldn't leave. That's why some of them did drugs. They had given up," she said.

Roman felt tears run down his own cheeks. He understood every word she was saying but he had no idea how to respond.

"One day a customer snapped and pulled a knife on me. That's why I have these scars. Some nameless guy whose face I don't even remember anymore did this to me. They couldn't use me anymore because I wasn't pretty anymore. Ironically it was my way out. They blindfolded me and drove me to an empty parking lot and they left me there. I went to the police and no one believed me. I couldn't tell them where I had been. I entered that place blindfolded, and I left it blindfolded," she said.

She blew out her breath and looked at him. He looked so broken in that moment.

"I wanted to tell you, Roman. I just didn't know how," she said.
"Lucky," he said.

Once again he had no idea what to say so her name was the only word that came out of his mouth.

"I'm sorry," she said.
"You have nothing to apologize for," he said.
"I lied to you. You don't deserve that. You don't deserve any of my pain on your shoulders. You're a good man. You should be with a good woman," she said.
"What are you saying?" He asked.
"I'm saying that we're done," she said.
"No!" He raised his voice.
"I can't be with you when all your friends know about this, especially when one of them used to hurt me. I didn't know his name but I remember how the hair on my arms stood up when I heard his voice. That voice made us all scared. He's a cruel man who got off on our misery. They all were," she said.
"What did he do to you?" He asked.
"What did any of them do to us?" She sighed. "Ask him. He's your boy, right? You can't have us both, Roman, and I'm not about to fight for you. I can't do it. I can't be that strong person that I need to be in order to stay."

She turned around and ran away before he could stop her. He wanted to run after her but he watched her run down the driveway and away from his house. What was supposed to be a good day where she met his friends for the first time had turned into something horrible, and his friend Dean was part of the reason. He turned around and walked back inside. Everyone was sitting there without saying anything.

"Sorry, guys, I'm shutting the party down," Roman said.
"Did she leave?" Dean smirked.
"Get the fuck out!" Roman snarled.

Dean held up his hands and stood up still with that smirk on his face.

"Call me when you're ready to talk," Dean said. "I think we have a lot to talk about."
"Stop it!" Seth berated Dean.
"All I'm saying..." Dean said.
"He clearly doesn't give a fuck about what you're saying right now. Give him some space," Seth gave Roman a look. "If you need to talk..."

Roman nodded at Seth and walked out of the living room. He listened to all his friends leave his house. Once the house fell quiet, he grabbed his phone and tried calling Lucky. It kept ringing but she didn't pick up. He hung up and walked back into the living room where empty beer bottles were still left on the table. The sadness inside him gave way to frustration, and he let out a loud scream that echoed through the house.