The Tragic Life

Chapter 12

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19 months ago...

It's dark. That's all I can think as my foot skids on the damp leaves under my feet. It's past midnight, and I'm traipsing through an over-grown Forest to find Lewis. Two hours ago, he was supposed to be home. Two freaking hours! I let the first-hour slide, knowing what he was like when he was drinking. It didn't go unnoticed that he couldn't handle his drink.

It's why I dragged myself from our bed to come to find him. I'd never had forgiven myself if something were to happen to him. It wouldn't be the first time.

I hear the sounds of a party in the distance, lights leading my way to the crowds of people. It's my worst nightmare. I swear it triggers me every time he says he's going out because I know it'll be up to me to look after the mess he makes of himself. Not that he's grateful for it. I do it because I love him. But, that feeling is wearing thin these days.

I spot two girls drinking from a large bottle of what looks like Lambrusco in the corner of my eye, several people surrounding them. It's hard to make out the faces as the lighting isn't that good and I'm not wearing my contacts.

"Lewis," I shout, spinning in a circle to see if I can see him.

Nothing.

I walk through the crowds, trying to see a face I recognise. They're total strangers. Not the usual people he hangs around. Almost all of them looked stoned or buzzed, the strong scent of weed making me want to throw up.

My hand goes to my stomach to protect the tiny baby growing there, petrified that the smoke is going to do damage. Shock still running through me. Lewis unaware that I'm pregnant. I took a test three days ago.

A hand grabs onto my elbow when I poke my head inside the big red tent, yanking me back with so much force that my legs slide in opposite directions. My knees touch the ground along with my free hand with pain radiating through my elbow.

"Who the fuck are you?"

I swear my blood turns cold at the voice. So dangerous. So scary. "I'm looking for my boy-boyfriend."

My neck twinges when I try to get a look at the guy's face, but it's covered by a weathered-looking scarf. The only thing visible being his deadly black eyes.

He starts to drag me like a rag doll across the muddy ground, squeezing my arm harder when I try to wriggle out of the way. "You need a fucking badge to get in here. Trespassing has consequences."

"Consequences?" I say, rushing the words out so fast I fear my heart will follow them.

"Yeah," he grunts, barging his way through the crowds, most of them separating to make a pathway for him.

"Wait, wait, please," I scream, absolutely petrified when I spot a circle of rough-looking guys looking my way.

My knees plant the floor once more as my fingers slide across wet leaves and dirt with sticks sliding up my nails. "You've no idea of the mistake you just made, babe. No idea at all."

"I'm sorry. I'm s-s-so sorry. I'm looking for my boyfriend. He do-didn't come home when he said he was going to and said he was coming here for a rave. I promise I'll go. I just need to find him. Please," I reply.

"A rave?" The man with blonde hair says, mouth upturned and nasty.

I nod. "Yes, that's what he said."