Lucky and the Killer ✔

I Told You Not to Smoke

The smell of the cigarette wafted throughout the room. King sat on the side of the bed looking down at Lucky. She'd passed out on the floor from reading her diary all night—after giving him one hell of a good night kiss. He thought back on it with a smile. For a moment, it was almost like old times. It wasn't fair that he was the only one who remembered those nights.

The sun was peaking in through Liz's window. It slipped past the glass and the lacy curtains she used to love. He felt bad for smoking, but it calmed him. She calmed him more, though.

King nudged Lucky with his foot and took another drag. He bit the cigarette between his teeth. She stretched, rolled over onto her back, and peeled open her sticky eyes. She let her head fall to the side so that she could see King.

"I told you not to smoke," she mumbled. "You promised."

King's eyes went wide. He shoved the cigarette down onto the desk and put it out. He got down into the floor beside her—crouching like a tiger and holding her face in his hands.

"You remember that?"

"Of course I remember that," she spat. "I can't believe you. You know that makes me sick, and you promised me."

"I'm sorry," he whispered, but his eyes were still wide. "What else do you remember?"

She put her hand on his and looked up into his frantic eyes which were hidden by strands of hair. What was wrong with him? She stroked his cheeks, pulled herself up, and gave him another kiss.

"Are you alright?" she whispered. "You look...different."

His hands started to shake around her head. He rubbed her hair past her ears and stroked the skin of her face. She'd kissed him—a peck kiss on the lips. It was simpler than the other kiss, but it was just like they'd done every time they woke up together.

"You...remember me," he said.

"Nawh duh, Sherlock," she said. "I don't kiss people I don't remember. Wait. Why are you here on Earth?"

King pulled her into his arms and held her so tightly that she thought he was going to actually hurt her. She took in the room as he sat her up: tan walls, carpet, picture frames that weren't hers. They were Liz's.

"What did you do?" she screamed. "Why am I back here?"

Lucky pushed out of King's arms. She staggered across the carpet and into the wall. Tears started to fall down her face, and her breathing became rapid—traveling in her lungs like wild mosquitoes. It was wrong. She wasn't supposed to be there. She was supposed to be far, far away from The Kingdom and on Earth.

"Why am I here?" she screamed.

"Lucky?" Bella's muffled voice came from the other room. She walked quickly down the hall and pulled the bedroom door open to see King still sitting on the floor with wide eyes.

"What did you do to her?" Bella asked.

"She remembered me," King said in confusion.

"That's enough to make someone scream," Bella said and rolled her eyes. She came into the room and closed the door slightly to reveal Lucky plastered against the wall and hyperventilating. "Lucky, what's wrong?"

Lucky looked at Bella. She knew her face. All of a sudden, she could remember the castle. She could remember Felix and Sarah and everything that had happened. It made everything so much worse. She was back in The Kingdom.

"I...," Lucky stammered, but she couldn't finish.

"She's...," Bella whispered. "King, she's terrified. Lucky, what happened? What's wrong?"