'she's kook fuckin' royalty, man.'
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a lot of things go unnoticed in the outer banks. things like missing millions in gold, underage drinking, and the bruises that litter the skin of the kook princess.
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( charity work )
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THE MORNING OF MIDSUMMERS WAS — ALMOST — A MORNING LIKE ANY OTHER. Lucy had, as per usual, left Tannyhill as the sun crept above the horizon, the sky a violent clash of colours.
This time, though, was different to her usual early-morning escapes.
This time, Lucy wasn't standing outside her own house, bracing herself to face the cold stares of her family and the even colder walls. This time, Lucy was standing outside the Wreck.
She didn't really know what had brought her here, only that she couldn't yet bear to set foot in her own house after recent events. Lucy knew the Deputy had called her parents. She didn't know what would be worse — them punishing her, or them not caring.
Still reeling from her best friend's revelations, or lack thereof, Lucy had realised that she needed to talk to someone, anyone, who understood the events of the past few days. It was rare that Sarah wasn't the person she had run to that morning, rare that they weren't getting ready for Midsummers together like they had every year prior. As the long summer days stretched on, Lucy was starting to feel like Sarah understood her less and less.
Her best friend had never kept secrets from her before.
Hands curled into fists by her sides, Lucy braced herself to enter the restaurant in front of her. The sleepy sounds of a business readying itself for the day floated in the air around her.
This would be the first time for a long while that she had visited the Wreck on her own, of her own volition. Even though it felt like they had built a fragile peace between them, Lucy was still uncertain of how Kie would react to seeing her. Maybe their tenuous relationship was transactional — Kie showed some emotional vulnerability in exchange for Lucy almost sending herself to jail. Seemed like a fair trade.
Lucy would also be lying if she said that what Kie had spoken about the last time she had been at the restaurant, about feeling like she was playing a part that wasn't true to herself, hadn't registered with her. She remembered Sarah saying that she couldn't bail on the Outer Banks, but increasingly Lucy had been feeling the opposite. Increasingly, Lucy felt like running away.
Shaking her head quickly to clear the fog of anxiety that was descending around her, Lucy took a step forwards. Then another. And another.
Only when the bell above the door rang did she pause, hearing it creak shut behind her. No going back now.
"Lucy! Hi, honey." A voice startled Lucy out of her own thoughts. Kie's family had never been rude to her, but even so, there had always been that edge to her words that told Lucy part of the reason she was welcomed with open arms had to do with her last name.
