Last Night Song Lucy Spraggan Novels & Stories

John lounged on a chair and lazily stretched out his hand to refresh the page again. “Still no new updates,” he scrolled a bit before turning back to his phone. Trevor leaned back in the chair opposite and sighed. “There are only two places she could be man,” he said. “Either she is back at home with her parents, or Harris got her.” I didn’t respond at first. I took a long sip before I set my mug down with a quiet thunk. I hated caffeine, it didn’t quite reach my nerves but I make it a point not to drink alcohol in my workspace so it will have to do for now.

"No thanks. I'm not fortunate enough to enjoy the kind of happiness you're offering. I'm sure your new lover and your child are waiting for you. "Mr. Webster, I'd appreciate it if you stopped appearing in front of me." The whispers and judgment from the crowd were nearly drowning him out, but he paid them no heed. All he wanted was to keep me from leaving. "Cammie..." He reached for me. The more desperate he became, the more the blood rushed to his head. His vision gradually blurred, just like the day I'd left. By the time consciousness slipped away, he was already collapsing to the ground. Even then, he was still calling my name.

She cleared her throat, trying to sound like she had been awake for hours. "Hello?" "Where the hell were you last night?" Adrian’s voice boomed through the speaker. Lucy pulled the phone an inch away from her ear. "I had people looking for you, Lucy. You weren't at the library, and you weren't at the student lounge." Lucy’s heart hammered against her ribs, but she kept her voice steady. "I was in my room, Adrian. I told you, I was exhausted after the presentation. I came back early and went straight to sleep."

The dagger slid away. She fought me hard like a storm. Tears came out of her eyes. I did not know if vampires could cry. Maybe this was something too. She screamed at me to let her go. I told her she would kill herself. She said that was the point. She fought me some more. Then she stopped. The silence was really scary. She looked up at me. I saw tears on her face. Her voice was really rough when she talked. "You should have let me die " she said.

As the candles I set up went out again and again, the passion inside of me died as well. Then, my phone, which had been quiet for so long, started to ring. I picked it up. "I gave Kat the spot for this year's retreat that’s meant for a family member. If you want anything, call my assistant. And I won't be home tonight. Kat just moved into her new place, and she's having a hard time settling in..." I looked at the cake on the table that was meant for our anniversary. The candle that was shaped like a 2 on the cake felt like a joke.

" I wasn't the one who shattered the glass, but somehow, I was the one forced to walk across the broken pieces every single day. Tonight was our eighth wedding anniversary. Everything had been perfect. Leighton had rarely drunk so much. With every sip, she'd tell me she loved me. She said it over a hundred times. We both ended up blushing, as if we'd somehow returned to the early days of our relationship. I even thought to myself, 'Maybe I should just forgive her and pretend nothing ever happened.' It wasn't until just now that I realized how ridiculous I'd been. Her outburst wasn't because she loved me. It was because another man had left her.

was my frugal and full of bitterness answer to Lucy's question. "Yes, that's it. She act like your husband is still single. Tss," Lucy said annoyed. "Actually, I didn't talk to him last night. I didn't reach him because he came home late at night. I waited for him but he came for a long time. That's why," I explained.

She would always sing whenever she felt troubled, a slow sad melody that was oddly soothing to my ears. And now Lydia sang the exact same tune. I frowned deeply as the image of last night played through my memory, over and over, over and over again. It annoyed me greatly, how I couldn’t understand how any of this had come to be. She was also confused. It irked me when I knew she was telling the truth, and she was last night. There was no way she could know mother’s song of sorrow. There was only one person who could answer my questions, so I reluctantly got out of bed and changed more fitting clothes.

"I was... I didn't realize. Thanks, Sarah." "Tyler?" Lucy’s voice was a high, thin wire about to snap. She was looking from the gold watch to Tyler’s flushed face, her eyes wide with a dawning, horrific realization. "Tyler, look at me," she commanded, her voice cracking. "Where did you say you slept last night? When I called you thirty times and you didn't answer?" Tyler closed his eyes for a second, a look of profound exhaustion crossing his face. "Lucy, not here. Not today. This is my sister’s funeral."

She whispered, "Do it with me." "What?" She bit my ear and whispered again, "Let's have sex right now." And stared into my eyes. "What!?" Lucy's POV; My eyelids felt heavier when i tried to open it, when i finally did, i tried to get up but as soon as I found myself being naked, i covered myself using the blanket and saw someone sleeping beside me under the covers. I lifted the blanket and saw Tyler being naked too. What happened last night? When i tried to remember, i saw glimpses of me kissing tyler. Hurriedly, i wrapped myself using a towel beside the bed and rushed out of the room. I went straight to my room and locked myself inside the room.