by Laura Miller
I collapsed into Travie’s sofa feeling deflated and a little bit sorry for myself.
“Beer?” Travie called over.
“Yup, think I’m gonna need it”.
“Still pining after her then?” Travie smirked.
“Shut up and pass me the beer”. I could feel every muscle in my face tense. I was pissed off; pissed off for falling for a woman that I couldn’t have. Pissed off for letting her get to me the way she did. I should have stayed away. My life was good, chasing tail, getting fucked when I needed it with none of the commitment. But she made me want more. Want her.
Banging came from Travie’s bedroom, I glanced up at him “What’s that?”
He shrugged, “Just Luce, she’s a bit pissed off today.”
“But she is still going to the wedding?”
“Nah mate, something about an argument.”
“She is missing her best friend’s wedding over an argument?”
Lucy came bellowing out of the bedroom slamming the door against the wall.
“She’s been like this all week, worse today though.” Travie rolling his eyes, finding nothing about Lucy’s behaviour unusual.
“It’s not just a fucking argument Travie, you dick,” Lucy practically screamed at him. She rushed past us and grabbed a bottle of wine slugging it straight from the bottle.
“Stupid, stupid girl” she muttered as she walked towards the bedroom, bottle in hand.
I interjected, something didn’t feel right. “What do you mean stupid girl Lucy?”
She froze on the spot. As she turned to face me you could see her eyes fill with tears. She was desperate to speak but something was holding her back. Her free hand pinched the bridge of her nose. As her eyes squeezed together, tears spilled to the floor.
“Lucy, talk to me, please”. I begged. All she did was shake her head.
“I can’t,” she whispered. “I promised her”.
Travie stood up in the realisation that something much bigger was going on. He charged over to her and scooped her up into a hug. “Come on Luce, tell me what’s going on”.
She glanced down at her watch, “suppose it doesn’t matter now anyway, it will all be over in an hour”.
The pause in between her words seemed to last an eternity. My heart was raging against my chest. Suspense killing me every minute I didn’t know what was wrong.
“He hit her.” Her words echoed around my head. My fists naturally clenching simultaneously.
“He did what?” I was spitting my words at her.
“He fucked some other woman then punched her when she found out. She is still going to marry him. She doesn’t think she is worth anything more”.
Before I could repent my actions my fist had swung into the wall creating a huge open cavity. Travie and Lucy looked at me. Their eyes were full of regret. They knew exactly how I felt.
“Where is she getting married?” I barked at Lucy. Why the hell didn’t she tell us this before? What was she thinking?
“Botley’s Mansion, you won’t make it in time Connor. It’s too late”.
“Wanna fucking bet”.
“She’s pregnant”, I heard Lucy call as I ran from their flat.
Thank you for taking the time to read Gilded Wings.
Tainted Wings will be released in early 2013.
