THE HARBOUR [EDITING]

Alibis And Bodies

AUGUST 25TH PAST NOON

LUCAS (Luke) PRESCOTT POV

"Hey," she says, looking down at him.

"yes?" He answers playfully.

"You remember that day you saw me with Wesley?" He grimaces at the sound of his name from her mouth.

"Yes," he says, his tone flat.

"I need you to forget that. Forget you ever saw him with me, and if anyone asks, you were with me that day," she says, running her hands through his hair.

"Why would anyone ask?" He responds.

"I don't know, maybe someone might have seen me talk to him," she sighs—annoyed.

"Will you just say you were with me that day, the entire day?"

He looks up at her pleading expression, she smiles at him and his heart seems to stop, she's always had that effect on him, she leans in and kisses him softly— stroking his cheek in the process.

He thinks back to how they'd been two weeks ago fighting and calling each other names. The arguing had begun after he'd left full-time for BSU. She'd said she felt neglected, ignored, and unloved.
Practically the furthest thing from what he feels for her, Lucas loves Daisy. More than he can express, and that's exactly the problem (according to her) he can't seem to properly put into words and sometimes actions how he feels about her.

His leaving seemed to have been the straw that broke the camel's back, when she'd started to ignore his calls and texts he couldn't let things be and had returned home from school earlier than he should have— he had driven straight to her house and saw her flirting with the gardener. The thought of her stooping so low had repulsed him. She'd gone from him— the heir to one of the most prominent shipping companies in Caper's Bay to….a gardener. He'd thought she'd done it to spite him, but how could she have known he'd come on that day?

She'd left with him, and Lucas had felt as though the weight of the world had come crashing down on him. Mindlessly he followed them and parked his car two houses down and the distance didn't seem to subdue the sound of her erratic moaning, he'd been seething with rage, how long would it take to kill them both, and dispose of the bodies before anyone could find out? He'd thought, he'd thought of hurting Daisy— badly, overcome by adrenaline and violent rage, he grabbed a gun his father had got him before he left for BSU from his glove compartment— a practical gift for someone planning to move to Boulder City, a metropolis known for its increasing crimes rate. When his phone's message tone pulled him back to earth.

"Hey, you have a message. Check your phone, " his sister's voice hummed through the speaker, and he'd snapped back to reality.

With trembling hands he tossed the gun at the back seat of his car and drove away frantically, he'd almost killed someone, and that person could've been his Daisy, he'd almost become his father, violent and dangerous. The one thing he'd hoped all his life not to be. Two days ago, she'd told him she'd been sexually coerced. That changed everything. He wasn't angry with her at all anymore but with himself. He should've gone in there and killed the man.

Now, as the woman he had been so set on killing not long ago kisses him, his muscles relax, and his mind turns into thoughtless mush. That's the thing with Daisy. He can't help but let her have her way. When she is around her, he can't focus on anything else but her and what he could do to make her happy. If she needs him to tell a little lie and say they'd been together that day, what's the harm?

She slides her tongue teasingly in his mouth and their kiss deepens, he flips her over so she's on her back and he's on top of her— he then pulls away and looks at her excruciatingly beautiful face. He loves everything about her, from the dip of her hips, the slight dimple that teasingly surfaces on the side of her mouth when she smiles, her piercing brown eyes, her high cheekbones and her button nose. He lowers his face, ready to kiss her again when the sound of a door slamming and footsteps running up the stairs surprises him.