Unexpected Love

12. Demons Coming Back To Haunt Her

Weeks passed in a blur of court dates, therapy sessions, and late night talks. Lucy had taken up residence in Angela's guest room, the familiar space offering her some semblance of comfort amidst the turmoil. Angela did her best to create a safe haven for Lucy, cooking her favorite meals and making sure she took care of herself physically and emotionally.

They had grown even closer during this time, their bond strengthened by shared pain and determination. One evening, as Lucy sat curled up on the couch, staring blankly at the TV, Angela joined her, pulling the soft throw blanket around them both. "Hey," she said gently, "you okay?" Lucy looked up, her eyes red-rimmed and puffy. "Just tired," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Angela nodded understandingly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she offered. Lucy hesitated before shaking her head. "Not yet," she said, leaning into Angela's embrace. Angela held her tight, feeling Lucy's heartbeat against her chest. *I'll always be here for you,* she thought, running her fingers through Lucy's hair soothingly. *No matter what.*

Time seemed to slow as Lucy's breathing evened out, her head resting on Angela's chest. Angela could feel the weight of Lucy's exhaustion, the heaviness of her emotions pressing against her. As she continued to stroke Lucy's hair, her own heart raced with a realisation that had been building for some time.

She was in love with her best friend.

The thought sent a wave of warmth and fear crashing through her. *What would Lucy think? Would it change things between them? Could she handle losing her if Lucy didn't feel the same?* Angela pushed those doubts aside as she focused on the present, the steady rise and fall of Lucy's chest lulling her into a sense of peace.

She closed her eyes and breathed in Lucy's scent, committing this moment to memory. When Lucy stirred, Angela carefully lifted her and carried her to the guest bedroom, tucking her in gently.

As she pulled the covers up to Lucy's chin, she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "Sleep tight," she whispered before leaving the room, her heart full and her resolve stronger than ever to protect the woman who had unknowingly claimed it.

Morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow on Lucy's tear-streaked face. She had spent most of the night staring at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts of Chris and the life she had left behind. Determination set in as dawn approached - she wouldn't let him take her home from her too.

Slipping out of bed, she quietly made her way to the kitchen where Angela was brewing coffee, lost in thought. "Hey," Lucy greeted softly, her voice still heavy with sleep. Angela turned, surprised but concern etched on her face. "Lucy, are you alright? You should still be resting." Lucy offered a small smile and nodded towards the coffee pot.

"May I?" Angela gestured to the mugs, and Lucy poured herself a cup, wrapping her hands around it for comfort. "I want to go home today," she said, her tone firm.

Angela's gaze searched hers, understanding dawning. "Are you sure? We can wait a little longer if you need to." Lucy shook her head, resolve unwavering.

"No, I need to do this. He can't control where I live." Angela reached out, placing a comforting hand on Lucy's arm. "Okay. If that's what you really want, then we'll go together. You won't have to face it alone."

With a deep breath, Lucy gathered her few belongings and followed Angela out to the car. The drive to her apartment was filled with a mix of nervous anticipation and trepidation.