A Dark Desire Is The Only Fuel
On Which I Am Alive
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Martha's P.O.V :
You gotta pull yourself together, Lucy.
She dropped her glass on the counter, making a clinking sound and demanded the ninth refill.

I took a glance at the corner where the swarm of narcissists chuckled as they raised a toast to their reunion, with the casanova in the middle. I was filled with abhorrence as I had a direct eye contact with those devilish and unpardonable eyes that had once smitten Lucy. I kept on staring at those wicked faces who had tried to establish their sway by intimidating Lucy physically, mentally and emotionally.

I was distracted by the puking sound of Lucy who was in a piteous plight after eleven shots of vodka. I could not hold back my tears when I recalled the Lucy of few years before. She had always been the happy-go-lucky type, never seen without her Duchenne smile and lilting voice. She used to live in a world full of sunny shades and music and used to bring a gush of happiness in our drab office life. The same unblinking eyes bore into my soul as I dragged Lucy out of the club and settled her carefully inside my car. She looked like she had passed out already. Leaning against the headrest, I took a deep breath and rubbed my cheeks as I needed to be strong for Lucy.

Her eyes were closed but her lashes were moistened, her breathing even and shallow. Even in sleep, her face had expressions of agony. Acting stout and "unbreakable" before the world, she becomes a vulnerable damsel in distress everytime the monster comes before her who had wrecked her soul. Her heartbreak hits her like a pail of cold water.

I sped through the streets,
parked my Cadillac;
carried Lucy upstairs.

As she threw herself onto the bed in a half conscious mind, she seemed like a little kid who had been refused her favourite piece of candy. I drew the blanket over her and softly moved the strand of hair from her cheeks and put it behind her ear gently.

How I wish I could get the candy for her...