Against The Odds: Guarded

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Guys, i hope i did a great editing because if there's a story mixed up in this, im gonna jump off a bridge.

LUCAS POV

Maya's goddamn phone alarm went off this morning at five and before I could yell at her about it, she removed herself from lying atop of my chest exposing me to the cool air coming from the crack in my window to turn it off. She lied back down on top of me and got back under the covers and though I wanted to protest and tell her to get up for work, I was too tired myself to be bothered.

I began to drift in and out of sleep waking up in fifteen minute increments. Every time I closed my eyes I could see his face. I tried to fight it but sleep kept pulling me under back and forth between real life and a nightmare. My eyes closed this time for half an hour. I was back at my old house with red and blue flashing lights outside. People began to come out of their houses to get a better view of the display that was across the street or next door. I was among them until I walked towards the familiar house stopping when I saw myself emerge. I was in handcuffs being escorted out of Clive's house by the police. Tears streamed down my face and there was blood on my jeans, tiny specs that no one but me would notice.

I was put into the back of the police car when Maya's piercing alarm woke me up again. This time I refused to go back under.

MAYA POV
I jolted up out of my sleep when I heard the alarm go off again and I jumped out of bed in a panic. My head was pounding from last night and when I moved my stomach roiled reminding me of the excessive amount of alcohol I ingested in a time span of two hours. Lucas lazily reached over to stop the ringing sound as I scrambled to put on my jeans and shoes from last night. I laughed at the annoyance on his face. He's so cute in the morning, even when he's grumpy.

“Oh no, shit! Why did you let me hit the snooze button Lucas?”

“It’s not my fault that you didn’t think enough about your job to wake up Maya! I’m not your fucking minder!”

Lucas snapped at me and got out of bed himself to throw on joggers and a long sleeve t-shirt. I know it’s not his fault and I wasn’t blaming him. It was just a joke. I ignored his snappy comment but instead walked over to his bedside table and threw his aripiprazole at him. It landed just short of his feet earning me a death glare in response.

Lucas bent over and popped the top off of the pill bottle before popping two capsules down his throat and hastily walking past me out of his room.

“You have to eat with those!” I put on my sweater and followed him out.

“You don’t give a fuck! As long as I took it and you got your point across. I get it Maya, I’m an ass you won that one! Would you like a pat on the back?” Lucas snatched his keys off of the counter and his mom emerged from her room. The noise we made from our disagreement was going on way too early in the morning.

“What are you talking about? What’s wrong Lucas?”

“What is going on down here?” Anne asked rubbing sleep from her eyes

“Nothing just go back to sleep!”

“Blake don’t you dare talk to me that way! Calm yourself! What’s wrong?”

“You! Your what’s wrong!”

Anne stepped backwards as if Lucas had just hit her. I don’t know what’s brought this behavior on, but I wish that playful cheeky Lucas was back from last night. He seemed upset last night before he went to sleep from mentioning his mom’s wedding, but he wasn’t being belligerent then.

“Lucas I can’t keep going through this with you. You know that it’s not going to change anything,” Anne's eyebrows furrowed before she spoke again and I felt completely lost whilst I tried to decipher what was going on in front of me.