chapter one: saturday
chapter one: saturday
Lucy, Lucy, Give me your answer do.
I bolted up. I stared into my surroundings and I realized I was in my room, safe, and my dad was nowhere near me. I curled up and felt the tears spill out of my eyes. It had been almost a year since my nineteenth birthday, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget what happened. My poor Mom.
“It was just a dream, Lucy. He can’t hurt you anymore.” I murmured to myself. Knowing I wouldn’t get anymore sleep, I grabbed my phone to check the time. 3:00 in the morning. A total of two hours of sleep. I went into my bathroom and looked at the black bags under my eyes. I took a cold shower, as if I needed to wake up even more, and stayed there for about an hour. I dried off, got dressed and sat by my window, looking at the endless darkness with specks of lights that was the night sky. Looking at the vastness of the woods that lay behind my house, I felt the need to go for a walk in them. What could go wrong on a 3:00 AM walk in the woods?
I put on my hiking boots, because while this was a dumb idea, I was not about to wear flip flops into the woods. I put on a jacket, grabbed a flashlight and walked out into the wilderness, not knowing at all what would happen. Suddenly, my foot got hooked on something and I felt myself fly towards the ground.
“Great, Lucy, another fall to add into the collection of bruises,” I said to myself, the clumsiest person to ever walk this planet. I turned my flashlight behind me to see what I had tripped on, and I swear to God, my heart leapt into my mouth. It was an arm.
“Oh, fuck.. Fuckity, fuckity, fuck.” I dug around until I uncovered a face and shoulders, pulling whoever it was out by wrapping my arms around their underarms and tugging until the rest was uncovered. Once I saw their face, I knew who it was. He was passed out, and seemed pretty hot from what I saw, not differing from the other times I had seen him. But then again, he could be a psychopath who got on the wrong side of another one and ended up here. I got him to wake up for a few minutes and I got him inside my house and up to my room. He passed out again on my bed, and by then I was freaking out. I called 911 and when the operator responded, He grabbed my arm.
“No, please.” I put down the phone, but didn’t hang up. He looked into my eyes, and I finally understood what they meant about the eyes being the window to the soul. His eyes showed fear, yet they had a glimmer of hope still. I tapped the end call button and he relaxed. His eyes automatically closed from the stress he was in and his whole being was tired. My problem now was that I had almost no idea who this guy was, and I had him in my home, who easily might be dying, or in a really bad situation, that ended up with him being buried alive in my backyard. I looked at what was wrong and the first thing was that he was really dirty. I went downstairs and filled a bowl with water and soap, grabbing a towel out of the drawer and going up the stairs. I dunked the towel into the soapy water and cleaned his face. He had a couple of cuts and a bruise on his cheekbone, but he had really defined features, with a chiseled jaw-line and nice cheekbones.
I brushed his hair out of his face and continued rinsing his neck. He was so dirty, it was really disgusting how much dirt sticks to a body and how hard it was to take it off without dirtying the rest of the clean parts in the attempt. I officially gave up on trying to get him clean and decided to take another shower myself. While in the shower, it clicked where I had recognized him from. He was Arya’s cousin, I don’t quite remember his name though. I checked my phone and by now it was 6:00 AM. Arya was most likely awake because she always liked to start her days off early and exercise. I clicked on her contact and called her, observing the boy whilst the phone rang.
“Hey, love. What’s up?” Her soft voice rang through the cell-phones speakers.
“I’m sorry for calling this early, love. I have a little bit of an emergency. Remember your cousin? The one that I thought was hot?” I asked her.
“Yeah, Kit,” she answered, her voice a bit groggy, “If he weren’t my cousin and I weren’t a Lesbian, I’d bang him too. What about him?”
“He’s in my bed..” I heard a screech come from the other side of the line. “NOT IN THAT WAY, ARYA! I found him buried in the woods behind my house, I need you to come over and help me please, I don’t know what to do and he stopped me from calling the cops. Can you please come?” I pleaded, I really, really, really needed her help.
“Is that even a question? Be there in five.” And she hung up.
I put on my pajamas again, a little two piece composed of shorts and a tank top made from silk. They are honestly my best purchase ever because they are so comfortable, they are not just for sex stuff, y’all need to get your minds out of the gutter. After I got dressed, I walked out of the bathroom to find Kit sitting up on my bed.
“Thank you,” his voice was deep, like rich chocolate, smooth but with an edge to it. I stared at his face, it had little sun stains littering his cheeks and his nose. He has bags under his eyes, but his face had a radiance to it that made it seem youthful and happy. “You have no idea how much you’ve done for me.”
“Why don’t you do something for me?” His eyes widened, “Not like that, take a shower you’re dirtying my bed sheets with all your dirt.”
He nodded and moved towards the bathroom, walking past me and leaving a mix of cologne and wet dirt in the air around me. It was a very weird combination of smells, that I honestly hope to god I never smell again. It’s not that it was a bad smell, but it was just weird and I’m pretty sure it will only ever come from digging someone up. While he was in the shower, I heard the door downstairs unlock and open.
“Lucy, I’m here!” Arya yelled. She came up the steps with beer and pretzels. “I come bearing gifts..” She took off her coat and put the beers in the mini-fridge I have in my room.
“Great gifts, bro. You’re cousin is in the shower right now, cleaning the dirt off his body.” I hear the shower shut off and some grunts of pain and I felt bad for this kid, like honestly he probably didn’t ask for any of this to happen, or even imagined it would happen.
“Listen, Luce, we don’t really talk all that much so how about I wait outside the room and I just listen to what you guys talk about and then I come in, pretend you didn’t call me and it’s all good,” she whispered, grabbed her coat and ran out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Great, now I was yet again all alone.
“How do you feel?” I asked him as he walked out of the bathroom. He was clearly startled by my presence in the room. “Sorry.”
“It’s alright, I just wasn’t expecting you to be there,” He shook his head and water droplet splashed all over my room. I noticed a nasty gash on the side of his torso and gasped.
“Hey, are you alright? That gash looks pretty nasty,” I was really concerned for his well being because if he dies in my house, was I fucked or was I FUCKED, y’know?
He looked down at the gash and made a face, I could tell he didn’t know he had it there and was also pretty freaked out about it
“C’mon, I’ll fix you up, I’ve become pretty handy with a needle and thread to make stitches. But, in return, can you tell me somethings about yourself?” I was genuinely curious to find out who he was or who he would present himself to me as.
“Deal.” He made his way towards my bed, limping and laid down, making himself comfortable whilst I went to get my first-aid kit.
“Alright, let’s get started. I’ll ask you some questions to keep you a bit distracted, ok?” I looked up at him to see his reaction, and he nodded, “What’s your name?”
“Kit Turner,” he said, “What’s yours?”
“Lucy Dostoyevsky,” I replied, “My Dad was Russian.”
“How old are you?” He asked.
“I’m nineteen, almost twenty. You?”
“When’s your birthday, Kit?”
“I like the way my name sounds when you say it. November 8.”
“Mine’s May 17. Why did I find you buried alive in my garden?”
“I’d rather not tell you, for your safety and for mine. You have pretty eyes, Lucy.” I stumbled on the stitch a little. What was this boy doing?
“Oh-kay, well that stitch came out crooked but other than that, I guess it’ll keep you from bleeding out.” I looked up at him and smiled. He was looking at me with an expression I couldn’t really decipher, a mix of curiosity and fear. I’m 5’2” and I look like a mouse so I’m not really used to being looked at with fear in someone’s eyes. I guess he was scared of me because I could easily turn him in or something. “You should get some rest, even if the sun’s coming up already. I’ll leave you here and just make yourself at home, I guess.” I stood up and took the first-aid kit back to the bathroom.
“I’m going to owe you forever for this, aren’t I?” I heard him mumble.
“Just don’t die in my house, or anywhere near me, and we’re even,” Hurt flashed through his eyes, but it left as quickly as it came.
“Deal.” He curled into my bedsheets, and I left the room, more confused than I had entered it this morning, but more relaxed than I had been in awhile. I took Arya’s hand and led her to my parents room, where I put on a movie, and fell into a deep sleep, wondering what the next day would bring.
I felt an immense amount of pressure on my body and I couldn’t breathe or move. I was trapped, god knows where and god knows how. I felt myself slipping away into the immense darkness that was creeping up on me. Then something hit my arm, and hit it hard. I heard some mumbling and then a jumble of curses.
The pressure began to subside and I could finally breathe again. My savior hooked their arms underneath my armpit and lifted me up, the rest of my body sliding out from under the dirt. I felt myself slipping again, but whoever it was smacked my face lightly and whispered to me that they needed my help to get me into their home. I mustered up the strength to stand for a little bit, but I felt myself collapse. They came to my aid and supported me so I would be able to walk with their help. They got me to the home and up the stairs where I collapsed on the bed. I heard her dial a number on her phone and the voice say 911 Operator, what’s your emergency? My eyes widened and I reached out, grabbing her arm.
“No, please,” I pleaded, looking into her eyes, she was scared, but I saw her click the end call button on her phone. I relaxed, and let the darkness come over me.
I felt some warm things on my face and my hair being brushed away from my face, then some whispering coming from the room. I heard some commotion, which woke me up. I opened my eyes and turned my head. I saw a girl, more specifically her butt. She was pulling up these little silk shorts and a sweater over her tank top. I connected the dots and figured she was the one who saved my life.
“Thank you,” I said, my voice a little hoarse. I saw her jump a little, clearly startled by my sudden outburst. She turned around and I saw her face. She looked familiar, her deep brown eyes looked right through me in a way that I had only come across once. “You have no idea how much you’ve done for me.”
“Why don’t you do something for me?” Her voice was soft, yet deep, and my eyes widened. There was no way that I ended up in some weird ass stalker’s house. “Not like that,” Her cheeks flushed, “take a shower you’re dirtying my bed sheets with all your dirt.”
I nodded and moved towards the bathroom, walking past her. She smelled good, like lavender and a little bit like dirt. I guess the dirt came from digging me up. I walked into the bathroom and found some clothes set aside for me inside, and so I took off mine. I turned on the shower and ducked my head under.
I heard her talking to someone outside and I was scared that she had called the police or someone when I was comatose. I shut off the shower to see if I could hear who was outside, and I relaxed once I heard my cousin’s familiar voice. So that’s where I knew this girl from, she was probably that friend that Arya brought to a family party once a year ago. My first thought when I saw this girl was that she was beautiful, but I didn’t try anything and ended up leaving the party early.
I heard a door close and walked out of the bathroom, wearing the clothes she left me. “How do you feel?” She asked me, and I jumped a little. “Sorry.”
“It’s alright, I just wasn’t expecting you to be there,” I thought she had left the room. I shook my head and water droplets splashed all over the room. Pain flashed through my torso and i sucked in a little air.
“Hey, are you alright? That gash looks pretty nasty,” I heard her ask, and I turned to look at her. A look of concern was all over her face, she was clearly worried about whatever it was. I looked down at whatever it was. Lo-and-behold, a huge gash was across my torso. I must have been pretty freaked out because she reacted quickly and began talking to me in a soothing voice.
“C’mon, I’ll fix you up, I’ve become pretty handy with a needle and thread to make stitches. But, in return, can you tell me somethings about yourself?” I was a little reluctant to reveal anything about myself because I didn’t want to involve her in anything that might get her into a lot of trouble. That was the least I could do in order to repay her, but I agreed anyways, maybe I could learn some stuff about this mysterious savior of mine as well.
“Deal.” I made my way towards the bed and laid down. As I waited for her to come back from the bathroom, I thought about some things i could ask her.
“Alright, let’s get started. I’ll ask you some questions to keep you a bit distracted, ok?” She walked over and sat on the bed. She looked up at me and I nodded. I looked at her face, scanning for any sort of reaction and with that, all my questions were wiped out. “What’s your name?”
“Kit Turner,” I replied, “What’s yours?”
“Lucy Dostoyevsky, my Dad was Russian.” That was interesting. I heard on the newspaper about a Russian family here that had an insane dad that killed his wife. The dude had been one of my ex-bosses right hand men, so I wondered if maybe she was part of that family.
“How old are you?” I had skipped her, and I hoped she didn’t notice.
“I’m nineteen, almost twenty. You?” She didn’t notice.
“When’s your birthday, Kit?” I really liked the way my name sounded when she said it. I never really liked my name because it just seemed something weird to name your child. But when she said it, it just rolled off her tongue, and she made me like it.
“I like the way my name sounds when you say it. November 8.”
“Mine’s May 17. Why did I find you buried alive in my garden?” And there I drew the line. I couldn’t tell her something that could potentially put her in a lot of danger.
“I’d rather not tell you, for your safety and for mine,” I decided I would compliment her, she seemed like the type of girl that wasn’t used to receiving them, “You have pretty eyes, Lucy.”
“Oh-kay, well that stitch came out crooked but other than that, I guess it’ll keep you from bleeding out. You should get some rest, even if the sun’s coming up already. I’ll leave you here and just make yourself at home, I guess.” She stood up and took her belongings back to the bathroom. I didn’t want her to leave. She was beautiful, and I’m pretty sure it’s not just some type of Stockholm Syndrome talking.
“I’m going to owe you forever for this, aren’t I?” I mumbled. But if I did, I wouldn’t really mind it at all. She seemed like a good type of person to owe my life to.
“Just don’t die in my house, or anywhere near me, and we’re even,” I felt a little hurt, but it came as fast as it went. What was I hurt about? I’ve probably stressed this poor girl out to no end, it’s no wonder she probably won’t want to see me after the end of this.
“Deal.” I curled into her bedsheets, and she left the room. I relaxed into the bed, feeling it envelope me, and I fell into a deep sleep, wondering what I was going to do about this girl, and how I would end up protecting her from the mess she was about to be dragged into.