double date (short story) s.m.

SEVEN

L U C Y ' S     P O V
I left Connor's apartment as soon as I could, after finding out that he cheated on me, months ago. I knew that I really wasn't the perfect girlfriend for this whole time, cause I literally had feelings that I couldn't deny, for someone other than him. But, little did I know, he wasn't as innocent as I thought he was?

Did I know he was getting drunk and taking things far enough with Camila while I was just waiting for him in his condo, ready to make a surprise? And he didn't even let me know about his mistake, even though it probably wouldn't change anything. But, did I deserve this?

I got in the car with tears streaming down my face, struggling with holding the steering wheel as well. How was I going to get home when I wasn't even able to see clear because of this blurry view right in front of me? I could easily have an accident, and I wouldn't risk my life because of something that isn't worth it.

I shook my head and pressed my hands on my eyes, hoping this would make them stop. But instead, I started sobbing louder and louder, feeling like I was literally going to die at this point. But just then, when I was going to decide to walk home to get the car later, since Connor's condo was really close to mine, a name popped up in my head. And I couldn't help but feel a little relieved at the thought, my hands already unlocking my phone.

S H A W N ' S P O V
"Lucy? I-I'm so sorry, I really am. I couldn't control myself when I heard you saying those things to me, so I just tried to find a way I could use to act like I was right and these things came out of my mouth, I'm so sorry. And I'm-"

"Shawn, calm down." Lucy giggled quietly at the other end of the line, as I felt like slightly calming down knowing that she probably wasn't angry with me. But then, another detail caught my attention as I repeated her voice in my head.

She was crying.

"Lucy, are you okay?" I whispered, holding the phone tighter in my hand once I thought about the ways Connor could hurt her when he was angry, only if he found out, of course. I knew he wouldn't do anything physically but for someone who was struggling with anxiety like Lucy, the other way would even be worse.

"I-I'm not." She sniffled, crying so quietly that she thought I wouldn't hear. "I need you."

"I-I would do anything, Lucy. Where are you?" I spoke already standing up and taking my jeans and t-shirt out, starting to get into them.

"In front of Connor's. Can you get me? I don't want to drive while crying."

"Hold on, dar- Lucy. I'm on my way, okay? Just wait for a few minutes and I will come and get you. Don't worry."

"Thank you." She whispered before ending the call, as I was now running to my car and starting it, not even caring about the lights or speed limit.

The thought that she was crying because Connor hurt her in a way was just eating me in and out, my brain not even able to think straight. How could he? I knew we made a mistake but for Lucy, just like me, someone yelling and shouting constantly in front of her face could cause bigger consequences.

I just hoped, it didn't.

I stopped the car almost immediately as hers got into my view, and I stepped outside running towards it. She opened the door slowly, waiting for me when I was in the halfway. I picked up my pace again and wrapped my arms tightly around her once I approached and took her out of the car, while the only thing she could do was just sobbing.

"Ssh, I'm here, you're okay, honey. Ssh." I started running one of my hands up and down on her back, while the other was holding her ever so tightly.