revenge ✔

38

MAYA POV

When I had finally calmed down from my mental breakdown around 20 minutes later, Lucas let go of me and wiped away at the remaining tears. He cupped my face between both of his large hands.

“Are you ok now?” he asks in concern. I merely nod my head not trusting my voice or him for that matter.

He slowly reaches his head over and kisses the top of my head before letting me go and standing up. Usually, I would have reacted to his kiss but I was weak and tired and just needed my bed. I’ll deal with my confusing feelings tomorrow.

He walked over and unclasped both Missy and Jamie before I could protest. Not that I would anyway. My anger and bitterness towards them has calmed. I don’t know if it’s because of the satisfaction of hurting them or because I’m tired. Urgh doesn’t matter!

The both rub at their sore wrists before staggering up off of the floor. I can imagine what pain they are feeling right now….I mean…they inflicted it upon me in high school.

They both snap their gazes to me but do nothing more than stare at me with blank faces. I guess they’re still in shock about finding out my identity. Missy hobbles off upstairs and probably into her room with Jamie hot on her heels.

So it’s just Lucas and I…alone…once again.

He sighs before turning to me with the same blank face. WTF?! This is the same guy that hugged and kissed me a few minutes ago? Ouch my head hurts!

“You need a ride home?” he asks blandly. I sigh but nod my head. I was in no mood for walking back even though it was like a 5 minute walk.

He nudges his head to the side signalling me to follow before walking out of the front door. I need to ask him about his mood swings tomorrow!

•

Trust is a difficult thing, whether it’s finding the right people to trust or trusting the right people will do the wrong thing. But trusting your heart is the riskiest thing of all. In the end, the only person we can truly trust is ourselves.

I huff as I swing my heavy legs over the edge of my bed. I need to talk to Lucas. I need answers. Why was he one minute being so nice to me yesterday and the next he was completely emotionless?

I shuffle over to my bathroom and almost have a heart attack when I see the girl staring back at me in the mirror. As soon as Lucas had dropped me off home last night, I was too tired to do anything so I just went to sleep as I was. So you can imagine what I look like right now.

My hair was frizzy and knotty and had greasy streaks through them which was probably blood. My makeup had smudged all over my face so I had a lovely trail of black mascara and eyeliner running down my cheeks. My lips were dry and cracked and to be quite frank, lifeless. Both of my hands were smeared in blood and my clothes were dirty and torn. Basically I resemble a zombie.

I shut my eyes for a moment before reaching over to my side and turning on the shower. I strip down and step in. I need a quick shower if I’m going to talk to Lucas. A stream of blood swirls around my feet and into the plughole. Wow. Did I seriously cause that much damage?

I quickly wash my hair and body before stepping out and getting dressed. I really could not be bothered to get properly dressed up.

However, just as I was about to leave, there was a knock on my door. Frowning, I walk downstairs and open it.

And there he is. The man I was just going to visit!

“We need to talk.” He says simply shrugging his shoulders. My frown deepens but I step aside and let him in.