Gotham And The Underworld (Book 4 finale)

Chapter 2

I wake up and I'm down some alley. Laying on the dirty, trash covered ground. My pants were down and there was blood around my legs, a lot of it. My body was sore and had cuts and bruises all over. I stumble up, my head feeling sore and woozy. I was hungover, but I can't remember a single thing that happened. I find my bag which was lying near a trash can. Everything was still there, except a little bit of cash. I assume I used it to buy drinks, but again I can't remember. I felt so weak and sick. I wanted to go home and rest, hopefully without Harley there. I come out of the alley, which was next to the club I presumably was in. What happened? I must have got too drunk and then thrown out. But why were my pants down? What was this blood? Did Harley come looking for me?
I try my best to get home, I can't really remember the route, I barely know where I am. Im still in Hook, I can see some shops with that name in. I keep walking around to see if I can find my street somewhere, or my apartment block.
"Lucy? What the hell!" Harley comes rushing up to me.
"You look like utter death! Where did you get all these bruises? And those cuts, they look awful!"
"Where did you come from?" I say.
"I was looking for you! Come on, I'm getting you home. And you're telling me everything that happened,"
"Harley," I say. "I don't know what happened. I woke up down some alley,"
"Oh my god, that does not sound good at all," She gasps.
"Oh please, the amount of times that used to happen to us back in the day, we were fine!" I laugh falsely. I didn't want to tell her about how I found myself. She would freak out for ages.
I remained quiet until we got home. Harley took my up to my room and I sat on the bed.
"I'll get you cleaned up, get undressed so I can treat those cuts," She says, rushing around. I take off my shirt and look at all the horrible crap all over it. Harley dabs it with a damp cloth. I didn't want to take my jeans off, she would see the blood.
"Lucy, come on. I have work in an hour," She says.
"I can't," I say, trying not to cry.
"What's up? If you have something to tell me you better tell me now," She says firmly.
"It's fine, it's just from the cloth," I lie. I take a deep breath and take off my jeans. She doesn't notice at first. I sit tense this whole time. Then she pauses.
"What's this blood- Lucy it's everywhere," She says, rubbing at it.
"I don't know," I say.
"Well you better get thinking. And fast. I need to know you're ok," She says.
"I am," I say quietly.
"Baby, you need to be sure. Where are you cut?"
"I don't know im trying to think," I hiss, lying down.
I was SO mad at her. It's not her fault, she just wants to help me and make me happy, but even though seeing her happy makes me happy, i'm ever so slightly jealous of her. I keep walking when I come across a bar, or a club. I walk in. It's not too busy, just a little crowded. So i'm sitting on my own, sipping another margarita that I got with my fake ID. I just wanted Barbara back. I wanted to be happy too.
"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" I hear a voice say. I look up and there's a guy. I can't remember his face but my god his voice will stick to me forever.
"Fuck off," I say, taking another sip. He sits down next to me.
"Hard time? Let me buy you another," He says , getting out his cash.
"I killed my fucking ex," I mumble.
"He cheat or something?" He asks cooly.
"Did I say they were a guy?" I snap.
"Oh. So why'd you kill her?"
"She staged it. She pretended she killed my... mother, I guess,"
"I see," He hands me a shot and I down it.
He tries to put his hand around the back of my neck. I shrug it away.
"I want to show you something," He says. "It'll make you feel better, I promise," I take another shot and let him take my hand. He leads me outside and down the alley outside. "Come here, beautiful," He says shoving me against a bin.
My drunk body was weak, half fighting him, half letting him. Before I knew it, it was all over and he was gone. My body had taken enough alcohol and I collapsed between the rubbish heap.