LILYSometimes, late at night, our memories sneak out of my eyes and roll down my cheek. And nights like these are so often these days. I'm curled up in my bed crying over him again. I'm tried of getting over Luca. Everytime we are together it feels like bliss and torment, sometimes the moments begin so pure and romantic, I think it may be pure bliss but suddenly it changes to torment, just like last night. It will always end the same like others, with Luca rejecting, hurting and leaving me. I should take the hint and walk away but I can't. Luca is like a bad addiction, I know he is not good for my emotional health but I keep on going back to him and begging him for one more dose of pain, even when I know he will ruin me.I dap my eyelids as the tears keep falling out involuntarily. I really want this to be my Happily ever after. Why am I not enough? Why can't he take me? The tears continue rolling down. My body shuddering under the nerves wrecking sobs, my nose dripping, my eyes dr
LILY"Who did you hook up with last night?"I ignore her question. "Did you and West finally hit it?""I was really wasted last night. West is a total gentleman, he refused to have sex with me in my drunken state. Don't try to switch things Lily, I'm asking about you.""Did we come out here to talk about boys and sex, or fill college applications?" We're sitting in an open field under a mini pink canopy. There is a small table infront us with assorted snacks, fruits, drinks, and books, that is too much for two girls. There are flowers hanging on the four poles supporting the canopy. We're both sitting side by side on white cushions. I must give Tiffany credit, she outdid herself by setting this up and wearing a matching pink sundress and white sandals."Lily, it's not fair. I tell you everything about my love life but you keep hiding secrets from me." She frowns at me. "I know you hooked up with someone last night, who is it?"I shrug. "I didn't. Luca took me home." That's the truth,
LUCA I've already lost my sanity but my survival is at stake. If I don't end them, they will forever keep controlling my decisions, controlling my self. I must survive. I must save myself even if that's the only thing left. I will go to Italy. I will try to end these torment, I know failure is as fatal as success but I won't let fear of failure stop me. I may loose what's left of my sanity, hell. I may even loose my life but if I continue sitting in New York and letting the pain and voices from my past feast on my vulnerability then I will definitely loose what's left of my sanity. I will die in the end so why don't I make it worth the while. I must go to Italy now. I will find my deadbeat dad. I will find Mr Hyde. I will find his wife. I will punish them. And then there's Lily, saving the best for last. The sweetest girl there is. She has been loved and taught to love, to dream and to live. Me, I have never been loved, I have only been taught to hate, to destroy, to show anger. I
LUCA Take her. Then let her go. "Why are you smiling at me like that?" "How can I look at you and not smile." I tilt my head and stare at her black channel dress that is bare at the shoulder and her blonde hair that falls at perfect curls around her shoulders and the golden lightening of the hall for making her glow the more. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look in that dress." She place her elbows on the table and press her face against her folded palms. "Yes, but I'd love to hear it again." I lean my back against my seat. "You look very..." I pause and stare at all the exposed skin. Fuckable. "... beautiful in that dress." "I never knew somewhere this magnificent exists in this city." Lily eyes flies across the hall to the large chandeliers hanging from the ceiling to the gold table covering and black china, to the gold trimming dangling on the walls to the thousands personalities and dozens of maids serving tables. The dinner is indeed luxurious, it is not what Smith
LILYLast night, I did the most unbelievable thing, making out with Luca in a parking lot, and I absolutely loved it. I didn't cry myself to sleep last night; instead, I relived the entire experience over and over again in my head. It was amazing. This weekend, I'm home alone. My parents traveled for a conference and took Isabella with them because, well, they didn't know I was staying home. The plan was to travel with Tiffany to London for the music and dance festival, but we couldn't get any tickets, and at the very last minute, which was this morning, West bought two tickets and Tiffany chose to go with him over me, so now I'm stuck home watching a scary horror movie, which I hate.I'm sitting on the couch in the living room with my feet on the couch, my knee pressed against my chest, and my arms wrapping around it. My body is shaking, the haunting music from the movie filling the whole house, and to make matters worse, all the bulbs are off, so I'm sitting in the dark living room
LILYIt didn't take Luca up to an hour before returning. "Pack your bags." He orders as he storms into the living room. "We. Are. Going. To. London.""No way!" I jump on him, wrapping my legs around his waist and blowing tiny kisses across his face. I stop and stare at him. "But wait. We don't have a flight ticket."Luca groans. "What do I own a private jet for?""You're so sweet." He frowns. "Only for you."It didn't take long for us to head into the jet. It was until the plane took off and we were half way across the coast before my panic mode was activated. Why was Luca being so nice to me after I just witnessed him murdering four men? How did he manage to get tickets for the event on such short notice? Wait, he never even told me he got tickets. I didn't call Tiffany or my mom to tell them who I'm with or where I am. Luca has been on his laptop since the start of this flight, making communications with unknown persons. What if we're not going to London but somewhere else?...Can
LILY I turn around to walk to him. He signals me to stop. "Kneel on your four and crawl to me." Kneel? That's the height of humiliation. I'm already naked before him, but going on my knees will rid me of whatever pride or dignity I have left. As depraved as it's sound, my body betrays me by getting hot on the demand. Lowering myself to the ground, I kneel and bend forward, placing my elbow on the floor and crawling to where he is seated on the edge of the bed. I lift my elbow from the ground and raise my body, but I'm kneeling before him like a peasant while he is seated on his royal throne. He took me by the wall like a common slut. I slowly undo his buckle under his watchful eagle eyes. I unzip the pants and pull it down, leaving it to fall in a puddle at his feet. His boxer falls next, and I'm out of breath. This man is a boner. I'm a little scared too. How did I expect him to fit in with me? He is perfect. His thick, long, veiny cock stands at attention, already dripping
LILY Luca is rushing down the stairs, his head bent as his fingers hurrily do his zipper. A woman comes running after him; her hair is messy, her dress is crumpled, her skin is flushed, and her makeup is ruined. His lips are swollen; I can't tell if it's from the kiss we shared or from the kiss he shared with the woman clinging to his side. His hair is tousled—he even let her touch his hair. The moment he notices me, he stops dead in his tracks, and I can see the guilt clearly written in his eyes. They had sex. But Why? My first instinct is to run away, but knowing Luca, he will never run after me to seek me out. It's too beneath him. There's a familiar ache growing in my throat. I push it back. I won't cry. Not here, not now. Not over him again. I won't cry. The woman pushes at him, willing him to continue moving, but he doesn't bulge; his eyes are still on me. The woman looks between us, and I recognize her—the same girl that shamelessly threw herself at him at the beach. So