• Lucky Me, I See Ghosts •

Marry-Me-Christmas

Christmas Eve, normally, Lucky would be with his cat, siting on the couch drinking hot chocolate.

He would play with Sweet Tart more on Christmas Eve, and Christmas, just to make it memorable for her.

He never really had a Christmas, the closes he had to an actual Christmas, was when he was a kid.

He was five when he had a normal life, back when his parents were there.

Eleven years ago, he was five, and at his nanas house. His parents were there with him, he stayed the night and on Christmas day. Happy, opening his gifts as his Papa took pictures.

He thought it was crazy how fast things change, as he walked through a dirty house full of smoke, he grabbed a bottle of vodka and bumped it on him self. He took a big gulp of it as it pored down the front of him.

He slammed the bottle back on the ash filled counter and breathed in the smoke deeply and breathed out.

Lucky walked back into the room where he saw Willow sleeping on the couch, completely naked. He took an empty bottle and sat down spreading his legs out on a different couch, he didn't remember how he got to this point.

He took the empty bottle and hit it against a small coffee table. The bottle shattered into medium sized pieces. Willow woke up,"What the fuck are you doing, Baby?"

Lucky was drunk, he woke up in the house and just drank all he could find. He picked up a shard of glass. "What are you doing?"

Lucky didn't respond his ears were ringing loudly. He pressed the glass shard to his skin. Willow grabbed his hand,"What is wrong with you?"

His eyes had tears, they fell as Willow took the cigarette and glass shard out of his hands.

"Stop." His voice was quite and crisp. She held his hands together, she took off his belt and tied his hands.

She took a shirt and sat down than put it on. A man walked in, he had a towel around his neck. He was dripping with water or sweat,"Willow, what was that?"

"It's nothing."

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Go fuck yourself."

"I know you have a sweet mouth, I'll be waiting for you."  The man walked out of the room.

"The fuck were you thinking? You fucking dumbass, cunt."

He was nauseous and felt sick, she put her hand on his face wiping his tears.

She leans in and kisses his lips. "I need you to wait. I have to suck this guys dick so we can leave."

She gets up and walks into the room the man was in. He waited in the room breathing in the smoke. He had drank most of the beer bottles.

As he sat there, with his hands tied. He heard moaning, from the room. It was Willow and the man making the noise.

He sat there on the couch, so high he couldn't see or speak that well. He was sweating, a lot, his sweat mixed in with vodka and blood. He sat there with a awful sickness feeling, so nauseous he could throw up.

Willow came back into the room with sweat on her hair,"He finished, lets go."

They went out side, it had snowed. Lucky's eyes burned walking out to the truck. They drove around trying to find a store that was opened, they couldn't find one in the small town they were in.

She parked out side of the house that had been in,"Damn it." Willow rubbed her eyes than looked at Lucky.

She grabbed his thigh, and with her other hand holding his face to kiss his lips better, she sat back in her seat, as Lucky stared out the window,"I do love you, ya know."

"Yes, I l-love you too." Lucky forced it out his mouth.

"No, like, really. I love you."

He felt more tears in his eyes,"I want you, only you. I love you so much."

He wiped his tears,"I love you too."

"You wanna get married?"

His heart stoped in his head, he didn't want to be with her, he wanted to die. He wished to run away, but she would probably slit his throat.

That wouldn't be so bad. He wasn't sure if she was actually, falling in love with him, he thought she was drunk and crazy, maybe both.

She was serious about marriage, she only wanted to be with him, he could tell by the way she looked at him.

The look made him fell like he was put on display, like he was forced to be seen by everyone. He knew what he had to say, not what he wanted to, if he went by what he wanted to do he would be dead.

"Yes."

Willow keep silent, she had a happy eyes, but she wasn't looking at him.

He could tell she was thinking of something very deeply. "We'll find something inside, Baby."

They went in, the man was sitting on the couch. The man had a towel around his waist. "Finally, bitch, your back."

"Fuck, you."

"I want you to fuck me, right now."

"No, I'm not doing that with you anymore, Fucker."

"What do you mean your not?" The man stood up and was about six feet tall.

"I don't want to fuck your little baby dick!"

"You're a fucking slut!" He grabbed her hair and pulled it, pushing her on her knees.

Lucky leans against the wall, pushing himself to it like it would save him. The man pulled her hair making her look up

She had an angry face. She spit in his eyes. He wiped his hand, looked at it, than slapped her hard in the face, letting go of her making her fall in broken glass.

The glass wasn't sharp enough to cut through her sweaty skin.

"You god damn fucking whore! Fuck you, you fucking cunt, you rather fuck that scrawny ass fucking child! You motherfuckin-"

Tap...tap........tap.....

The blood dripped, as his life left his eyes. A broken glass bottle deep in the chest, right in the heart.

A way to die, a way to be killed.

Willow, turned, blood dripping from her nose. Her eyes widened, tears fell as she

saw the face of Lucky. He had blood all in the front of him, as well as the half-broken bottle in his hands.