Page 16 of Lucy
I could taste the grit on his fingers as he pressed his hand harder against my mouth to muffle my noises. His other hand started to slide up my shirt. I struggled in vain and he pressed harder against my mouth. When I realized his hand was against my teeth, I bit down as hard as I could. Once I tasted blood I released his finger and he dropped me, howling in agony.
I was so busy scrambling away from him and spitting out blood that I didn’t see much of what happened. I caught a glimpse of a blur then I heard Mr. Handlebar Mustache hit the ground. I scrambled to my feet and looked down at the fat piece of shit knocked out on the pavement then up at Hush.
“You…you knocked him out?”
“Yeah.” He shook out his bruised knuckles then shook his head at the scene. My bottom lip trembled and emotions flooded me. I could have been killed. I could have been raped. My adrenaline tanked and I started to shake from the realization of what happened to me.
“Hush…thank you,” I creaked out. I rushed him with a hug and he stood rigid, not knowing what to do. I wasn’t letting his big ass go until he hugged me back. I guess he realized that too because he hugged me and looked me over.
“You okay?” He asked. It was the most he’d ever said to me besides yes and no.
“I think so. So youcansay more than one word at a time.”
“Maybe,” he shrugged and smirked at me. He nudged me back inside and handed me the bar phone.
“I guess I should call the cops, huh?” I asked him with a sigh.
“Yeah,” he nodded. Treasure walked into the break room and rushed me, concern painting her face.
“Oh my God, Lucy! What happened?” She sandwiched my face between her hands and examined me.
“I’m okay now, Jesus. You’re worse than my mother, Treasure.”
“You’re bleeding!” She squeaked.
“I’m not. It’s his blood. I need to call the cops before he wakes up.” I spent the next thirty minutes talking to the police and giving a statement. When I looked around for Hush to thank him again, he was gone. His truck was gone from the parking lot too. I wanted to see if I could pull a real conversation from the little fucker.
I was going to sleep at my place but the thought of being closed in by all those boxes made me feel claustrophobic. I also was extremely creeped out by Mr. Handlebar Mustache and felt paranoid.
I went back to Abel’s.
Lauren’s car was in the driveway and I sucked in a deep breath trying to steady myself so I didn’t punch her in the face again. I can’t explain what comes over me when I get angry like that but nothing matters anymore. The only thing I can focus on is the object of my anger and God help everyone if my focus is on another person.
I tried the knob but it was locked, so I rang the doorbell like a stranger. “Lucy, what the fuck happened to you?” His strong arms were around me in an instant.
“Some prick at work tried to…” I couldn’t get the words out because the way Abel held me made the weight of the world come crashing down on my head. I wanted to crawl into his arms and stay there until the tears were all gone.
“Luce…” His voice was soft and quiet. He stroked my hair and walked me into the living room. Right then he was my brother. He was my protector and he was going to make me feel better. “Hey, tell me what happened. Did he touch you?”
“I think he wanted to. He grabbed me when I was leaving work. He’d been buying drinks and leaving me crazy tips all night. Sometimes I get guys like that so I wasn’t too worried. I never thought he’d actually try anything.” My stomach lurched as I replayed the way he snatched me like I weighed nothing. I could still taste his blood on my tongue and it made me want to vomit.
“Why didn’t you call me?” Abel’s voice was rising and he looked pissed. Lauren walked down the steps like a ninja. She was being nosey. I wanted her to leave.
“What was I going to say, Abel? I was at work. That’s how guys are. They’re gross.” his jaw flexed furiously and he took my face in his hand. His touch was nothing like his tone though.
“I would have killed that motherfucker. You know that. Anything for you, Luce.”
“I know. You weren’t there though. Wasn’t like I left on good terms anyway. I’m sorry for the shit I said before I went to work.” I looked down at my hands and fought back the emotion choking me.
“It’s cool. You’re a fucking asshole. I expect these things from you.” He kissed my forehead and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I wanted the comfort but I also knew nosey ass Lauren was watching. I wanted to give her something to see.
“You still love me?” I purred.
“Always. You drive me crazy but I’ll always love you.” He pressed his lips to mine and I tingled. I wanted to fuck him so badly. My body reacted to him, remembering how he used to feel inside of me.
“I want to stay the night with you.”
“Okay. Let me tell Lauren to go home.” I couldn’t hide my smile as I hugged him again. Abel always put me first when I needed him. “Go get in the shower.” He tugged my hair and I nodded, hopping up. I brushed past Lauren on the stairs, making sure to clip her shoulder on the way to Abel’s room. I paused at the doorway to listen. I couldn’t help myself.
