Lady Luck (A Chase Elliott Fan Fiction)

Chapter 6

"Hey. Hey now, don't cry," I tell her. I feel absolutely awful standing here watching. I've always had a thing about watching girls cry. I find it absolutely heart-wrenching. I think on a basic level, it reminds me of the crying my mom did when Bill left. I know she tried her best to hide it from me but I was a sneaky kid. I always knew what was going on.

Livi's body continues to shake as her hands cover her eyes. I'm rooted awkwardly to the spot. I don't know if I should do something...try to comfort her....I have no clue. I'm not good at reading women and we don't know each other that well. Fuck it. I can't just stand here and do nothing. Making a decision, I take a step closer and pull her in for a hug.

Confused, she looks up at me for a moment. Tears tracks stream down her face. The sight is enough to make me want to do whatever to make sure she never cries again. Then, almost instinctively, her arms wrap around my torso and she buries her face into my chest. I rest my chin on the top of her head as I stroke up and down her back as soothingly as I can.

After a solid minute, she pulls away. "I'm so sorry," she sniffles, wiping at her eyes. I can tell by the way she won't look me in the eye that she's embarrassed.

"It's okay," I tell her. "It happens to the best of us." I shrug. I'll admit that I did shed a tear when Blaney beat me out for the championship. What? I was a mixed bag of emotions. I was happy for him as my best buddy but also majorly disappointed I didn't win myself.

"So...." I trail off awkwardly, crossing my arms over my chest. I hope Livi explains what that was all about. I'll be worried if she makes a habit of bursting into tears in back alleyways.

She wanders off back over to the door. "I'm sorry," she repeats again. "I didn't mean to lose it like that. I'm just having a bad day and the last thing I needed to happen was to end up locked out here."

My brain latches on to what she said. Locked? What the fuck? Did I hear that right? Maybe I've been listening to my music too loud while boarding. Aren't we outside? How can we be locked anywhere?

For the first time, I actually take a look around at my surroundings. We are, in fact, standing outdoors but we're not in an alleyway like I originally thought. A quick glance around shows that there's a large dumpster to my right and a brick wall to my left. One lone street light hangs overhead, barely illuminating anything.

Fuck. Why did I think this door led to the street? Blaney and I really must've been drunk the last time we were out here.

Okay Chase, don't panic. I take a deep breath to try to even out my heart rate. Blaney! He's here. I can call him and ask for him to open the door somehow. I reach down into my pocket to pull out my phone. Alarm starts to creep in when I realize it's not there. Frantically, I start patting down my jeans. I can't find it anywhere.

Suddenly, it hits me like a ton of bricks. I left my phone inside, sitting on the bar. I took it out of my pocket when I sat down to talk with Blaney and never picked it up before I rushed out. The realization makes me want to throw up. We're trapped out here. Fuck.

Dejected, I slide down the wall until I'm sitting on the ground. It's probably going to be a while until someone realizes we're missing. Especially with all the commotion from Shannon.

"You don't have a phone, do you?" I ask.

Livi shakes her head. "No," she responds, still looking at the door. "I'm not allowed to keep my phone on me when I'm working. I always thought it was a dumb rule," she mutters.

"Mine's inside," I blurt out, looking down at the ground in disappointment. The perfect shit night to go with the shit day I had. Fuck. I knew I should've stayed in bed this morning....