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Chapter 80

[Lucy]

 

"This was super fun!" Marcel squealed as we left the bar. He staggered to the side and I grabbed him by the elbow. "Wow, you're strong!" He embraces me and the smell of margarita and other cocktail get to my senses.

"Shit," cursed Gemma and helped me with Marcel. "I'm just dizzy, we have to take a taxi or I can call Harry."

"Don't! We will take a taxi,” I answer.

I look at both sides and several people are walking away from the bar. There is no taxi in sight, we have to walk. I would call my mother but she is working.

We started walking, Marcel in the middle of us just in case he can trip or fall. Gemma has complained all night about her heels and I don't understand why she decided to use them if it bothers her so much.

"Let me call Harry! What is the problem? "

"The problem is that Lucy is in love with Harry, so it would be uncomfortable, plus my cousin is a jerk," said Marcel and he sent us a smile.

"Yeah, he's a jerk," Gemma giggles and I roll my eyes. I just want to go home.

"Are you in love with him or what? Because that is what you told me a while ago, Lucy," Marcel looks at me waiting for an answer but I decided not to talk about it.

There is a group of 3 people walking behind us, light poles are all that counteracts the dark. I hear the voices of the group behind us and the sound of our shoes on the cement.

"We have to walk about two more block and I'm sure we'll find a taxi," Gemma tells me and I nod. "If we don't find a taxi we will have to call my brother."

I refuse, I don't want to see Harry, I never feel ready to see him and I always feel that his emerald eyes are chasing me and I feel nervous and my hands sweat so I refuse, we need to find a taxi.

We stop when we spotted on the street in front us there are a group of guys about to start a fight. Four guys against three.

"Shit, great," Gemma groaned.

"What do we do now?" I asked scared.

"Lucy, we can't go down that street because, you know, there are prostitutes and the three of us will end up raped and I don't know, I'm so dizzy, I don't know what to do, I'll call Harry."

"No!" I almost screamed and I'm ready to snatch Gemma’s phone if necessary.

The other group stopped too but instead of us they want to see the fight. A guy hits a blond-haired boy in the stomach and suddenly I feel they are hitting me. The memory of those men who worked for Bob came to my mind. They kicked me in the stomach and the section around, that is why my ribs hurt. One of them punches on the jaw another boy and I step back, releasing Marcel's. I remember being forced into the car and then they hit me so hard I saw stars. My fingers touch the line of my jaw and I can’t breathe. These memories are hidden but seeing this group only makes me remember the horrible incident that happened to me before Harry came to help.

One of the boys kicked the blond one on the stomach and then he tramples his ankle. I'm about to scream because my ankle bled that day.

"Don't hit him!" Marcel yelled and my whole body shuddered. The memories of those men don't go away but my mind played the moment when Harry came for me.

"Shut up Marcel, we'll get in trouble!" Gemma scolded his cousin.

I want to say something to Marcel, yell at him to stop but I'm still trapped, in that fight each stroke feels like they're beating me.