Tormented

19. Her Past

Lucy pov

Tonight?!

I run into my house and straight towards my room.

Do I even have dinner clothes?

Oh Lord, I should've just postponed it.

I rush into my closet and look up and down it.

I find a red dress with a black band at the waist of it.

Perfect.

But where did this come from? I don't buy dresses like this.

I brush away the thought, but not completely.

I put on the dress and do my make-up.

Considering I just came home at 6 and it's 7 now I think my progress is pretty alright.

Now for my hair.

My hair...

I look in my bathroom mirror staring at my self.

Other than my hair, everything looks good.

I hope it does, anyway.

I look at my phone and see the time's 7:30.

He might as well be here.

I rush to flat iron my hair and get the black heels I sometimes wear to work.

Like I said I don't dress up.

I'm business casual.

By the time I'm finishing putting on my earrings, (Family heirloom), I hear my doorbell go off.

My heart beat increase tenfold.

"Coming!" I shout.

Opening my door, I freeze.

It was him.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

Oh, my God.

I immediately try to shut the door but he stops it with his foot.

"Hey there, my little Lucy, you don't look too happy to see me." He says with a smirk on.

I stumble back as he pushes the door open, walking in.

"How-how did you find me?" I ask, my voice trembling.

"I see you like my present. It looks good on you."

"Wha-" He took two fast steps and grabbed on to my dress.

"This."

I look down at the dress and feel the sudden urge to rip it off my body.

"Is it warm? Does it feel like I'm caressing you? Hugging you to my chest?" He grips the dress tighter and I step back hitting a wall.

"Bryan, you're not supposed to be here, you-you're supposed to be in jail, in prison!" I yell at him, trying to back up further, into the wall, away from him.

He pushes me against the wall, putting his arms around me.

"I missed you so much, Lucy."

My breath hitches as he takes a deep breathe in the crook of my neck, hugging me tighter, moaning.

"Oh God, I missed your scent, your body, your everything. I love you, Lucy."

I pull away in disgust as far as possible.

He's crazy, a psycho stalker.

Just when I thought I could leave the past behind.

"Bryan, get off of me. Bryan, get the hell off of me, let go!" I scream, pushing against him, kicking at him.

"Scream my name, it's so hot I think I'm going to spaz." He starts rubbing his crotch against my thighs, groaning like a maniac.

I start screaming and sobbing, feeling abused just like back then.

Bryan stops all of a sudden falling to the ground pulling me with him.

I wipe my eyes and look up to James, who quickly picks me up and moves me away from Bryan.

My tears don't stop as James looms over Bryan with murder in his eyes.