LUCI

9 - Quixotic

Quixotic

~ Extravagantly chivalrous or romantic, visionary, impractical, or impracticable ~

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I wake up in an unfamiliar bed but I'm surrounded by a familiar smell. Luci. Quickly all of the memories come flooding back. How I almost fucked him! I slowly open my eyes and look around. In the small chair opposite the bed I see Luci asleep in what looks like a very uncomfortable position. I sit on the bed for a moment just watching as his chest rises and falls to the rhythm of his breathing, my eyes scan over the scars on his front remembering the pain that they bring him.

From what he's shown me, he needs someone. He may think I'm being naive but it's like nobody ever been there for him. I mean sure he has his friends but they've seen the things he has. Horrible things, they've held death in their hands. I haven't and maybe that's what he needs. To be around someone who has no idea, someone who can listen to him and have no extreme opinion. It may take a while for him to let me in but I'm determined. He may think he is a bad person, I don't, I think he's just been hurt too many times.

I crawl out of the bed because I cannot hold this pee in for much longer. As I get up, I grab a blanket off of the bed and walk over to where Luci is sleeping. I lay the blanket over him and he lets our a small moan. Cute. He looks so peaceful. 

I look around the room and see a door which is what I assume a bathroom. I walk over to it, pushing the door open hesitantly, luckily it is a bathroom. needing the toilet too badly, I don't look at anything, I just rush as quickly as I can before I pee myself. I wonder why I didn't shower in this bathroom last night? Maybe Santo isn't aloud in Luci's room. 

I flush the toilet, happy that I didn't pee myself, and walk over the sink to wash my hands and see how much of a mess I look. I look in the mirror and let out a small scream. I look like I got run over my a car and dragged through a field! I quickly wash my hands before washing the makeup of off my face. I turn around looking for a towel when I see Luci standing in the doorway. He's leaning against the with a smirk on his face and the fucking towel in his hand. "Give it" I demand with the sternest voice I can but that just makes his smirk bigger.

"No" 

"Please" I beg. I know what'll get him. "I'll wipe my wet face all over your clean white shirt and it will be ruined forever" I say thinking I'm winning this conversation.

"I don't care about a stupid shirt and I'd rather see something else dripping down your face" He says without hesitation but instead with a wink. His words make my stomach do flips at the mere thought. Get your head out of the gutter Emma!  

Yep. Defiantly not winning this conversation. 

I bet he's thinking about blood cause he shot me in the head or something. Yeah. Let's go with that. 

He walks towards me, towel in hand, his smirk never leaving his face. I try to snatch the towel out of his hand but he moves his hand to above his head so I can't reach it. That's it. I'm ruining his shirt. I give him a cheeky smile before bringing the bottom of his shirt closer to my face, watching the horror sweep over his features as I get closer to wiping the water away. 

In one quick wipe I ruin his shirt by wiping my wet makeup covered face. His jaw drops as he sees me standing there in his once pristine shirt. "Your going to pay for that" He gives me a quick evil laugh before dropping the towel to the floor. A sudden look of horror sweeps across my face as I see him move towards me. As he comes to grab me I duck under his arm escaping the bathroom and heading back into the bedroom. He quickly turns around to come after me. As I run towards his bed I trip. Shit! I'm going to break my nose. I squeeze my eyes shut and brace myself for impact but that doesn't happen. Instead Luci's arm wraps around me. I swear this is the third time he's caught me. I let out a small scream when he picks me up in both of his arms and throws me onto his bed.