NovelEnglishSydney's POV Those words ran in my head as if a sledgehammer was being slammed against the strongest iron wall in my head. Dong! The ringing wouldn't stop. I would have held my head but I was still bound.
The forest was thrown into a fit of silence, even the music had drowned out. It was as if they were waiting forto take it in.
I started to think back to when Doris introduced Mark to me? Does Doris know about this? I wondered.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBesides, how? How the hell was it possible that he wasn't Lucas. He looked like him, he spoke and behaved like Lucas, everything about him was as I remembered! I snapped my gaze to him and my voice quivered as I asked, "You must be lying!" I let out between gritted teeth at the both of them. "If you don't wantagain, Lucas, just fucking tell me. Why cup with such a sick story." I could feel Luigi's gaze drilling into my temple and as I looked up at Lucas who was glaring at me, and a corner if his lips twitched from tto time.
"Look, it's okay, okay? It's alright. I prepared myself for your rejection when I was coming here. So you should stop being a fuckin coward and say it to my face. Tellyou don't wantanymore and letgo!" Lucas burst out laughing boisterously and as much as I hated to admit it, now that I was equipped with the knowledge that he might not be Lucas, as I watched him, I could see sif the signs and my heart shattered. Lucas never laughs so hard. He never did.
No, he's not Lucas, I admitted within myself. But I didn't want to believe it. I desperately wanted to cling to the belief that Lucas had only changed and that was it.
"And who told you that I'd let you go?" He stepped forward, "You see? You're a joker just like this my friend here?" He nodded toward Luigi who was glaring at him.
"Dylan, this is enough. We've done enough damage, just let her go!" Dylan, Lucas, whoever he really was blatantly ignored Luigi and squatted before me, "Syd, I have a story to tell you." He stuck the gun in his pants and started to untie me. "And to enjoy this story, you have to be free." In mere minutes, he was through. I flexed my wrist and my ankle as I rested my back on the oak tree and perched on a raised platform on the ground. Sand must have gathered there during a storm or something. I thought tiredly.
He turned to Luigi, "You too, old friend, let's tell a story, shall we?" His lips pulled into a sick smile as he untied Luigi too.
As I watched him untie Luigi, I had many ideas. Hit him with a stone and flee, stab him with my nonexistent knife...several means but he had a gun and with one pull of his finger, he could send the bullet straight into my head. Besides, I actually do want to hear the story.
What happened to my Lucas?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThen he started, "Before I begin, I want you, my audience, to know that verd Lucas was the sweetest soul P've ever Vee the met be smiled and even in the dim rays of the moon that illuminated the midnight, I could see his smile and it was genuine. He perched down on a small rock before us, his gun firmly in his grasp. He opened his mouth to start speaking then he shook his head.
He pointed his pistol at Luigi, "You know what?" My eyes widened, so did as we waited fir whatever he Luigi's as had to say. "Ctell the damned story." Luigi refused but later agreed when Dylan pressed the gun to my temple.
"Hesitate one more tand I promise you I'd blow the bitch's brains off," he said and just the sound of those mere word's elicited a whimper from me. Begrudgingly, Luigi started the story, while Dylan kept the gun pressed to my head, with a sickening smile on his face. RULE #1 choose married women They have reason to keep things secret, as do you.
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