Lucky and the Killer ✔

You're Lying

She woke up later that day. The room was silent, and the ceiling blurred in and out still. She raised up, a little too fast, and shut her eyes. When she opened them again, she saw King—asleep across her lap.

He looked different when he was asleep. Those blue eyes weren't there to pierce the world. His black hair fell in locks above his forehead. Everything about him seemed so innocent and maybe even romantic.

Lucky smiled down at him. It wasn't the first time she'd seen him like that. Visions flashed in her head. They seared in and out like fire and left as quickly as they'd came.

"Where am I?" she whispered.

"Home," King mumbled in his sleep.

"Home?"

His head nodded, and he turned over with his eyes still closed. He reached his arms out and pulled Lucky into them, and she let him.

"I miss her, Lucky," he said as he held onto her.

"Who?" she asked.

"Liz," he said as he stretched.

Lucky felt her face get hot. Liz? Who was that? She pushed the covers off, rolled the sleeping King with it, and got out of the bed. She walked across the room and out of the door. The name sounded familiar, but she couldn't place it. Why was it burning her up inside?

Bella was in the kitchen with Felix—rattling pots and pans. Lucky found the door and walked towards it.

"You're awake?" Bella asked, but Lucky ignored her. She knew it wasn't a nice thing to do, but she had to get out of there. Who was Liz?

Lucky opened the door, stepped out into the evening air, and shut it back. She remembered rescuing Sarah. She remembered busting her head against the wall. That was it. Her face was red, and she felt like she couldn't breathe. So, she walked.

"What's wrong with me?" she mumbled to herself, but she knew what was wrong. She clenched her fists down by her legs and walked further. She looked down at her feet. The grass brushed against her. An ant struggled through the mud beneath her, but she smashed it and kept going.

"Why am I so mad?" she spat to herself. "Why do I care about him missing another girl? Why wouldn't he have someone else?"

She found a big tree and sat down beneath it. Her eyes stung. If he didn't want to be with her, why did he say she was his? Was that just his way of manipulating the situation? It must have been. What did she expect? Was she really that gullible after all? The tears came out of embarrassment more than anything. Why was she feeling like that at all?

"How could I have been so stupid?" she whispered.

"Stupid?" a voice came from behind the tree.

Lucky wiped her face quickly as the footsteps came closer to her. It was him, and she didn't want him to hear or see anything. She looked away from him as he stepped into view. The last thing she wanted to see was his blue eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said and sat down beside her. "I shouldn't have held you like that. I wasn't at myself."

Lucky shook her head, "it's fine."

"Then, why are you crying?"

"I'm not," she said.

King rested his face on his hand as he spoke, "you're a really bad liar."

"So I've heard," she said. "Look, I'm okay. Just leave me alone."

"No," he said. "What's wrong? You know, besides the fact that I kidnapped you and tried to kill you."

Lucky's eyes softened as she watched the wind blow the grass. She wanted to look at him, but her eyes froze on the purpley-mint sky on the horizon. There were no buildings in sight. Even the mountains looked different than Earth's. It should have felt like home to her, but it didn't. All of it still felt strange and new.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"For what?" King asked. He didn't take his eyes off of her. He stared at her hair swaying gently in the breeze. He watched her bite her lip and fold her hands nervously around her knees.

"I don't know," she said back. "Do you...never mind."

"Do I what?" King said and straightened up against the tree.

"Do you...were we...together before?" she stammered. "I mean, I keep seeing you and roses, and I don't know. Bella said I use to meet you, and that you would never hurt me. You said I was yours, and I just...thought."

"Yes," he cut her off.

Her face flushed red, and she looked down at her knees. The same skirt she'd put on days ago draped across her legs, but it was dirty and tattered. She hated it, but she stared at it because she didn't know how to ask him who Liz was.

"Then...," she whispered. "Did you find someone else when I couldn't remember?"

"No," he said simply. "Why would I?"

"You're lying," she said as she stood. The tears threatened to come out again, so she started to walk away. He must have been so asleep that he didn't even remember saying her name.

"Lucky," King said as he immediately stood up to walk after her. "Come here."

"No," she said. "Please just go away."

"Do you really remember me?" he asked and took hold of her hand.

She shook her head, "I feel, but I don't remember."

The trees watched them as they walked. Leaves fluttered past like birds surfing the air. King held onto her hand as she walked. He followed behind her quietly but never letting go.

"Who is Liz?" she finally blurted out. Her stomach twisted, her hand shook in his, but she stopped to hear his answer.

"You remember Liz?" he asked.

"If I remembered, I wouldn't be asking!" she snapped and pulled her hand from his. Tears came again. She made a fist and held her hands to her chest. She clenched her eyes shut and turned away from him as if it would make things better—as if it would make her disappear completely. But, she couldn't hide from him no matter how hard she tried. He was always sneaking up on her one way or another.

King pulled her into his arms. Her eyes went wide and stained his black shirt with tears. He rubbed her hair as he pushed her head against him. He didn't want her to see him cry, either. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he watched the blue, unmoving mountain in the distance where Liz lay beneath the ground.

"She was my sister," he sighed heavily. "She's dead now."

Lucky raised up and finally looked into his blue eyes—only this time, he was the one not looking at her. His pale blue eyes stared out into the sky—lost in thoughts of death.

"I'm so sorry," she said, but he wouldn't look back down at her. Instead, he held onto her shoulders and stared away with hollow eyes. "How did she die?"

"You'll know when you remember," he said, dropped his hands from her shoulders, and started walking.

Lucky watched him move, and though she wanted to run after him, her feet just wouldn't move.

"King...," she whispered into the wind, "I don't know how to remember."

She watched him track his own way back to the house for a minute before walking herself, but instead of walking back to the house too, she walked further away. All the while, she never noticed that they were being watched.