Lucas whirled around, but narrowed his eyes when he saw me. "Oh. So the knife didn't kill you?" He sounded disappointed. Like someone had brought a frog to his birthday party instead of a pony. "I thought you'd at least use the rope to finish yourself off."
If I wasn't so furious at him already, I would've been hurt. But his new personality was no longer surprising or debilitating. It was just a dull ache deep inside my body. An ache that would take years or longer to overcome.
And, at my current state, I wouldn't live for many more years, if any. I groaned, trying to get my legs under me. "Now why would I do that?" I asked him, pushing myself up with my hands as best as I could. My arms were shaking and I wondered how much more strain they could take.
He sauntered over to me and squatted down in front of me, pushing a loose strand of hair behind me ear. It was all I could do not to lean into his touch. It was gentle, as if he hadn't just tried to kill me less than twenty-four hours ago. "Well, you have always been a bit of a depressionist, haven't you? I figured you wouldn't be able to cope with the pain of being lied to."
His voice was sickly sweet when he spoke, although it was dripping with venom. I mustered all the strength I could and slapped him across the face. Red marks from my hand appeared instantaneously on his perfect skin.
He hardly flinched.
He let out a low chuckle, but it gradually morphed into a full belly laugh.
He was laughing at me, as though I had just said told a hilarious joke instead of slapping him.
It took him a good minute and a half before he calmed down. He wiped a tear from his cheek as he stood and made a waving motion with his hand. He said something, but I couldn't make out what through the ringing in my ears.
His coworker, who had been silent until then, stepped forward. He grabbed me under my arms and drug me across the room. I wanted to scream. Black and white spots danced around my vision as my bullet wound was pulled and stretched, getting bigger and wider.
He slammed me against the wall and I couldn't hold back the whimper that escaped my lips as my head cracked against the wood. Hot tears burned the back of my eyes, threatening to fall.
Lucas just stood back a few feet, his arms crossed tightly across his broad chest. There was still a stern look on his face, but a hint of crazed excitement danced behind his eyes. It was as if he couldn't care less that the girl he had said he loved was lying in a corner, bleeding out onto the floor.
"Lucas," I croaked past the lump in my throat. "What happened to you? When did you stop loving me?"
He mockingly stroked his chin, acting like he was actually contemplating the answer. Finally, he took a few bold strides towards me, once again crouching in front of me. "You see, to stop loving someone, it would mean that you loved them in the first place."
My heart dropped, and my brain didn't want to process what he just said. It didn't want to believe that everything had been a lie.
All the inside jokes, and teasing banter. All the 'good morning, Love"s, and all the 'Baby, did you eat today?'s'. The bone crushing hugs, and the loving smiles. Every single 'I love you."
It was all a lie. An act.
Lucas leaned closer to me, his lips a mere centimeter from mine, his breath fanning across my face. My eyes slid closed, and I realized that I was still irreversibly and irrevocably in love with him. I was waiting to wake up and find that it was all a dream, and that he was still the same and not some crazy, drug -loving monster.
I waited, but nothing happened.
At first, my muddled brain was confused. But then, the pain came. It was like a white hot branding iron had been stabbed through me. My eyes sprang open and I was met with Lucas's manic smile. He looked like the Cheshire Cat.
I glanced down.
His fingers were buried to the knuckle in the bullet hole. Blood was gushing out, coating his hand, but he didn't seem to care about that. It trickled down his wrist dripping onto the floor. I watched him rotate his wrist, driving his fingers deeper and multiplying the pain.
My throat closed, cutting off any sound I wanted to make.
I stared into his eyes again. They were cold and dark, flashing with insanity. I had stared into those eyes so many times, completely oblivious to the demon hiding behind them.
He still studied me, the grin not leaving his face. He was wondering why I wasn't begging him to stop. He was wondering why I still cared about him.
I felt like Bella Swan. I was waiting for my deranged lover to hurry up and kill me, yet I was completely infatuated, not being able to run even if I wanted to.
The lights in the room were dimming. Or it was just my heart stopping. Nothing was focused anymore. Not even his face.
I wanted it to be over. I wanted it to be done.
As I breathed in one last time, he spoke.
"Good night, Love."
My eyes flew open, not accustomed to the dark room. Breaths left my mouth in short spurts, my chest rising and falling rapidly. The dream had been so vivid. So lifelike.
I turned my head, not surprised to see Lucas lying on the other side of the bed, his back to me. I must have woken him up, because I saw him stir.
Slowly, as if he was purposely dragging it out, he sat up and turned towards me.
All the air left my lungs.
Where his eyes used to be, there was nothing but black holes. A silly grin was on his lips, identical to the one in my dream. He opened his mouth to speak, and it was the last thing I heard.
"Good Morning, Love."
A/N: So there's the part 2 to the Lucaya AU!! So sorry it took so long to write! Life has been crazy busy, but hopefully we'll get more up as the school year starts. We'll see... Leave a like and a comment, and hope you enjoyed!!
~ <3 Austin
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