As the rain poured down the next day, she stood outside Presley’s house under the protection of her umbrella. She stood there for a minute, taking in a deep breath as to calm her nerves which were jumping all over the place. Despite the chill in the air, her palms were sweaty.
He opened the door on the 2nd knock, and stood there a minute without letting her in. Her pulse raced.
“Come in I guess…” He said finally opening the door and moving aside to let her pass.
After taking off her outerwear and leaving her wet umbrella on the porch, she stood and faced him.
“Look…Presley, I’ve been an ass…” She began.
“No kidding?” He scratched his head. “I don’t know what your problem is, but I’ve been nothing but nice to you. I’m a good guy Lucy, a damn good guy, and if you can’t see that then you aren’t as smart as you think you are…”
“You were pressuring me!” Lucy said in defence.
“Pressuring you?” He put his arms up. “You are so damaged that you can’t see a good thing even when its put right in front of you!”
As he turned his back on her and went to sit down turning on the tv as if to dismiss her. Lucy snarled behind his back. How dare he call her damaged! She dug her fingers into her palms. The pain seemed to center her and bring her anger down from a rapid boil to a slow simmer.
He flipped though the channels in rapid succession. His face was red, and he looked angry. This wasn’t how lucy wanted this night to go…she had a whole different scenerio in her head. He looked completely disinterested.
“I’m sorry.” She began again.
“You said that already.” He said flatly, staring at the tv screen.
That set Lucy off like a roman candle.
“You could at least turn your tv off and talk to me!” She demanded.
Her anger was mounting. She flushed right down to the roots of her hair, and felt a scream lodged in her throat threatening to release itself.
“Just leave.” Presley said. “I’ve heard all you have to say, and I get it. You don’t like me like that, I get it, but you didn’t have to lead me on, and then hide from me. I know that night on leisure day was a mistake. We were both drunk, but the way you acted after was discusting.” He spat.
“Just go, and let me live my life. Let me move on from you. Just because you don’t want me, doesn’t mean that someone wont. I’m a great guy Lucy. I would have treated you right. But you’re too damaged too let yourself feel something for anyone.” He made air quotes around the word “Damaged.” Lucy went red from the rage and sadness and left. Slamming his front door so hard she hoped his windows shattered!
Feeling the tears prick behind her eyelashes Lucy hurried out into the rain which had slowed somewhat. Taking off on the path behind her house she finally let the tears fall.
She walked until she reached the water. A calming spot hidden from view. Here she let her emotions go.
He was right. About everything. She was damaged. She didn’t know a good thing when she had it. She had taken him for granted and now he was gone. She had not only lost the potential for a long lasting relationship, but her best friend as well.
As the tears overtook her, everything melted around her like water color in the rain.
Pulling herself up from the dregs of self loathing she crossed the street and sat down on an old stone bench in the cemetary. It was quiet here. Peaceful. Fitting for her mood.
As the sun began to set, she remembered that it was a full moon, and she best be getting home behind locked doors. This night had been bad enough, and she didn’t need to become a zombie’s chew toy…
She scratched her head in worry and ran off into the night at a brisk pace. The wind whiped through the trees stiring the leaves. Every noise made Lucy flinch in fear.
She saw a couple zombies on her fast run home…But she was too fast for them, she ran as though the very hounds of hell were nipping at her heels.
She got home and slammed the door, and stood there. Holding her phone to her ear in comfort. Debating on calling Presley, until she remembered, he wouldn’t be there for her. He never would again…
Hearing a noise she bravely stepped out on the porch.
“Is there anyone there?” Her voice sounded loud in the stillness of the night. Losing her nerve she stepped back in the light and safety of her own home, and locked the doors.
She could feel footsteps shuffling all around her home, and scratching on the siding, like they were trying to find a way in. But every kid growing up in Sim Nation knows what to do during a full moon. They tought this in school. Stay in doors and come moring the threat will pass.
Taking comfort in that knowledge she made herself something to eat. After a night like this, the food was a comfort to her. Home made macroni and cheese. She sat at her table alone and began to eat. Always alone…
But when the sun came up the next morning she knew the threat was over. She breathed a sigh of relief. She may have lost Presley, but she could prove him wrong. She may have been damaged, and it was time to super glue her life back together.