A month later Lucky sat on his bed and took a big swig on his bottle of
Vodka. He’d learned that Takka was the best. Had the most kick.
At first, it had just been a glass when he was upset. Then it was
a glass every night. Then he couldn’t sleep without atleast a shot
or two in him. Now it had progressed to the point that he couldn’t
go for more than an hour. He knew it was bad, but hell, who cared
right?
He sank back and his vision blurred even more. He thought
back to that night in the hospitol. After his mother had slapped
him and told him that Liz had betrayed him he couldn’t figure out what
emotion he felt. Sadness? Anger? Desperation? Hatred?
He felt a little of each. He’d stormed out of there like a bat outta
hell. He closed his eyes and remembered…
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He leaned against the wall and fought to control his tears. “No,
No, I will NOT cry!” But it was too late, he already was. Liz
walked up to him.
“Lucky?” She crossed her arms and looked at him, worried.
He raised his head up and glared at her. “How could you?”
“Lucky, I…”
“No! Shut up! I know, Emily told you right?
And you took it upon yourself to take pity on poor Laura right? Am
I right?”
“No, I.. I just thought she would wanna know..”
“Yeah, yeah. She has the right to know. Well, remember,
this is the Spencers, family of kept secrets. Well, you broke that
deal!” Lucky started to walk away. Elizabeth grabbed his arm,
desperately wishing he would forgive her. He spun around and jerkled
his arm away. “NO! Don’t you touch me. Liz, I…I loved
you, you betrayed me.”
“Lucky…”
“Leave me.” She paused for a minute. “NOW!”
She scurried off, crying to herself. Lucky sank down the wall, sobbing.
“Lucky?” Lucky looked up to see Nicholas standing above
him.
“What?!” He snapped.
Nicholas jerked back, stung by his tone. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m dandy. Just peachy! Why don’t you just
go away Prince of Darkness.”
Nicholas checked his anger as it arose. ‘Lucky doesn’t
mean it, he’s hurting.’ “Look, I mean, you’re my brother…”
Lucky laughed harshly. “I have no brother, especially not
a god damned Cassidine!”
Nicholas staggered back. Ouch, that really hurt.
He and Lucky had really made some progress lately. They were finally
excepting each other as humans. Getting along even. “Uh…well,
Lucky, you don’t mean that…”
“The hell I don’t!” Lucky screamed as he got up.
He walked over, nose to nose with Nicholas. “Now get the hell out
of my face!” Nicholas backed out, and ran into Bobby. She was
crying.
“Aunt Bobby? What is it?” Lucky asked, forgetting
Nicholas.
“Boys, I have some news about Luke.” They both stood in
front of her, awaiting the news. “He’s lost a lot of blood and is
in a coma. They don’t know if he’ll make it.” Lucky shook his
head.
“NO! No, he has to make it! He has to!” With
that he turned and left.
Lucky ran all the way home before he realized he no longer lived
there. He looked at the porch, where he and Nicholas had seen
their mother kiss Stefan. And they saw Luke’s heart brake.
Lucky walked up to the door. He walked in and looked around.
He saw a picture of his mother and father, smiling. He picked it
up. Anger consumed him. He took the picture out of the frame
and ripped his mother’s face off, leaving only Luke. He put it in
his pocket and ripped Laura’s face to bits. He layed them on the
table. Then he walked into the kitchen, seeing the meal his mother
had been preparing, probably as Liz had called to tell her about Luke.
He picked up the pot of noodles and hurled it through the window.
The shattering of glass brought great satisfaction to him. He proceeded
to ransack the rest of the kitchen, leaving it in shambles when he was
finally done. Then he went to Luke’s. He grabbed the
biggest, fullest bottle of Bourbon there was and went up to his room.
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Since that night the only people he’d seen and talked to was
Bobby and his dad. Luke was still in a coma, but his vitals were
finally strong again. Lucky couldn’t stand to see him like that,
but everynight he went, just to make sure for himself that Luke wasn’t
dead. He talked to Bobby, 1 because she was a nurse, 2 because he
could trust her to be honest with him, and 3 because she was his aunt and
the only person as close to his father, and as loyal to him as Lucky was.
Or had been before he’d turned on him. God, did he regret that.
If he hadn’t been such a jerk, maybe he would have never left town and
Laura would have messed with Cassidine. He still totally blamed Laura.
He vowed to himself and his father to never forgive her for what she had
done. And to a Spencer, a promise means everything. He was
startled out of his thoughts by a knock at the door. “Go away!”
He yelled sloppily.
To his surprise the door opened anyway. He shook his head
to clear it. “Em?” She along with Nicholas and Liz had called him
many times over the month but he had refused all their calls. Jason
had obeyed his wishes for no-one to see him, even turning away his own
sister if he had to. “How the hell did you get up here?”
“I snuck up here. Lucky, this has got to stop.” She
crossed her arms and looked at him.
“What has to stop Em? My dad’s coma? Liz’s betrayal?
My mom’s infidelity? Where does it stop Em?” He sat up, looking at
her for an answer.
“You can’t keep closing people out. You’ll go nuts.
Your friends are here to help you Lucky, whether you like it or not.
You may not realize it, but your friends are the only ones who can help
you, let them, Lucky. We worry about you. Me, Nick,…Liz.”
Lucky glared at her. Emily was unaffected by his glare, she was there
to help him, and she would do it, even if he hated her for it. “And
this…” She picked up the Vodka. “THIS HAS TO STOP!!!” She yelled
at him, pointing to the half empty bottle. She had tears in her eyes.
“Lucky, I…I know you’re having a rough go of it, but becoming an
alcoholic is not going to solve it. It’s not going to take away the
pain. And Luke is alive. He’ll make it Lucky. He’s a
Spencer, and Spencer’s make it, right?!”
Lucky felt tears come down his face. Why was Emily getting
him like this. He hadn’t cried in a while. “Oh, how the hell
could you know.” As soon as he saw the pain and surprised look on
Emily’s face he regretted the words. ‘You idiot. Ofcourse.
She’s the only one who possibly could. She lost her mom.’ “Em?
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean…I am such a jerk… I”
“Lucky, it’s okay. I really do know how it is. But
I also know what it’s like afterwards. When you can’t sleep at night
without a fix. Or wake up. Please tell me you’re not to that
point Lucky.”
He hung his head. “Sorry, guilty as charged.” He
sat on his bed dejectedly. He put his head in his hands and
cried a month’s worth of tears.
Emily quickly crossed over to the bed. She sat down and
stoked his back. He raised up and wrapped her in a tight hug.
“Emily, I’m so scared…”
“Lucky, it’s okay. I’m here for you.” Emily said, hugging
him to her.
