Lost but Loved

Chapter Three: Fit to Date Royality

Brian didn't understand why Lucy was so upset at him. What did he ever do to her? A pretty young girl in a light blue dress that went down to her ankles strode up to Brian with a flirty grin on her pink perfect lips. "Come on, big boy. Dance with me." She grabbed his wrist and practically dragged him to the dance floor. The band striked up a slow song and she grinned. She placed Brian's hands on her waist and started swaying to the soft music.

He tried pulling away, but she kept his hands on her waist. "Come on, honey. Dance with me." Her soft voice made him squirm, then he sighed. He swayed with the girl. After the song was finished, it was his turn to drag her. They went into a dark corner where they kissed for ages. When Brian was done with her, he left.

Opening the doors, a blast of cold air ruffled his black hair and he stepped out into the black night. The moon drifted lazily behind clouds, casting shadows over the whole town. He walked to the bar and after a short pause, went in. The fire was burning brightly in a corner, with passed out men in front of it in chairs. Loud voices drifted around the smelly bar. Men sat up by the counter, talking and drinking. The bartender saw Brian sit down and went to him.

"What can I get for ya?"

Brian looked around before replying. "I'll take a bottle of rum." The bartender nodded and went to the other side of the counter. He sat there, listening to drunk men ramble on about how the farms were doing. The bartender came back and placed a bottle of rum in front of Brian. "Thanks," he muttered. He took a swig and felt it rush down his throat.

A few men sat beside him, talking. "I heard that that big Thomas boy has tried to get his hands on that Lucy Miller."

"Oh, I've seen her. She's one pretty lass. I wouldn't mind getting my hands on a girl like that. I bet her skin is soft," one said.

"Aren't you married?" asked a third and really drunk man. He fell out of his chair and the others burst out laughing. Brian tuned in to their conversation. Who was Thomas? Has he succeed in getting Lucy?

"Ah, but old Thanos won't let him get too close to Lucy. He loves her too much to let that happen."

"I heard Thanos lost his wife recently." Brian shivered even though it was plenty warm in the room. He knew Thanos' wife. Not really Thanos, though. But he knew enough of Thanos to know he was crushed when his wife's death happened. "Lucy's been helping him out, I hear. She's a strong little lass. Pretty head strong too. Knows what she wants."

"But isn't she still in school?"

"Yeah." The men fell silent. One swished his beer in the bottom of his glass.

"I would love it if that little girl would come home with me," one said dreamily. Brian's blood boiled.

He jumped up quickly, catching their eyes. He slammed his fists on the counter in front of them. "Lucy would never go home with you! Never! She'd fight and scream and call you a dirty bastard. Which you are. Lucy's too good for you bums!" And with that, Brian took his rum and strode out the door.

"That's Brian Thames!" one exclaimed. "He dated Lucy once. I heard from Thanos himself that she stopped dating him. He didn't take it so well so he broke her little heart." They all fell silent, mourning Thanos's wife, Lucy's aunt.

Brian walked on down the street, ocassiningly sipping from his bottle. He stopped in front of a tall white house with a perfectly kept lawn. Lights lit up a few windows on the top floor. Soft voices could be heard. Then there was yelling and pounding. Screams filled the night. Lucy's screams. Brian tensed up, wishing he could go to her rescue. Another male voice yelled. Brian picked up the words, "Thomas, you bastard! What are you doing?"