I Blame You

11

A week!

2 weeks!

And not a sign of Luca in the atmosphere.

I could say I was overjoyed but stuff like this usually comes and bites me in the ass more often than not.

Better to stay safe.

I was taking the long way home after a 2 hour long lecture and I just felt like my life was moving forwad,
(Well more than it did the previous weeks anyway)
when I heard a *ping* from my phone (YES finally, after 2 good weeks of good behaviour, my mom had eventually given me back my phone)

Devil's incarnate
*3 new messages*

Well I guess I spoke too soon.

I need help

Come

*location attatched*

The bastard.
He molests me, disappears for weeks and expects me to just show up to his every whim. How do I know he isn't waiting to kill me wherever he is.
Over my dead body.

*45 minutes later*

Okay I know, I shouldn't have come but blame it on my curiosity.
What if the bastard was in trouble.
Not like I cared but I just had to make sure if he was in a ditch I'd be the first one to piss on it. Call me a good citizen or whatever.
But just in case he was planning on killing me, I'd already sent Sam the location and told her if she does not hear from me after an hour to call the cops.

As I arrived at a fishy looking basketball court, I was almost certain I was the one dying today and no one would find my dead body.
I was just about to turn back and run for my life when I heard a pitiful groan from the far left corner of the court.

I took careful steps toward a weird looking lump to find it was a body.
Lucas Myers' body. Beaten black and blue.

"OH MY GOD; HE'S DEAD!" I gasped

I was so getting grounded for the rest of my life.
How could this prick just die and make me find his body.
What if they think its me!
I should bury him.

Clear the evidence.
Just in case.

I hunched down to poke his face and make sure he was truly gone when a hand roughly grasped my arm.

I screamed.

"Good to know you came to my rescue Princess, .............and don't worry I'm not dead
You'd miss me too much" he spoke......well tried to.

I was so spooked I stood there staring at his half closed eyes and realised how he was going to be much more of a pain alive.
Now I have to take care of him because if I kill him it would be too much blood on my hands.

Just kidding.

I started to realise I was having a panic attack when my breathing became ragged and I slumped to the ground.

"Hey.....Ty, calm down....just breat..."

Just great he's unconscious.