Page 35 of Losing Control
“Oh yeah, I’m fine, I just––”
“Fell over the other night and bashed her cheek,” Kim finishes for me.
“Kim, you really need to stop doing that,” I scold her.
“Stop doing what?”
“Finishing my sentences for me. It’s really annoying.”
She gives me a wink and sips her drink, taking a seat opposite me.
“How did you fall?” Cal asks.
“I blame her boyfriend,” Kim replies, once again answering for me. I glare at her and she rolls her eyes, hops off of the bar stool and gives us a wave as she returns to the dance floor.
“Why would she blame your boyfriend, Lucy?” Cal looks concerned, and this is exactly what I was afraid of. Cal will lose his shit if he ever finds out that Michael hit me, and I don’t want to paint Michael in a bad light. He made a mistake, and it would be unfair of me to have Cal judging him before he has met him.
I also don’t want Cal getting involved in my relationship. I don’t want Michael thinking that Cal and I share anything more than friendship.
“We had an argument, I stormed out and went to Kim’s, but on the way to hers I fell and hit my cheek. It’s really no big deal, it just hurts a little if I smile too much,” I say, trying to make light of the situation, more to myself that anyone else.
“Tell me about this Michael,” Cal says, his eyes boring into mine.
Oh fuck. Here we go, Lucy, time to act out the best fucking performance of your life.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Going back
I knock on the door and wait.
The seconds tick by.
The sound of footsteps walking to the door are as clear as day.
The turn of the key.
The opening of the door.
The look on his face.
My heart pumps wildly.
Butterflies flutter in my stomach from nerves and from the sight of him.
He did wrong, I know that.
But I love him.
I can’t switch it off.
I need to give him another chance.
I want this to work.
I will not be a victim, and I will make that clear.
I walk forwards, he stands still.
