A/N: This idea has been bubbling in my head for awhile and so I knew I just had to write it. Before you start reading just please know that this story has TW such as: abuse, cheating, domestic violence, drinking/alcoholism. This story is rated M for a reason and will have NSFW contents, so please only read if you are comfortable! Before every chapter I will list the TW so hopefully you all know what to expect.Anyways! I hope you enjoy this drama if you have decided to read! My plans are to make this a 4-5 chapter fic and I'm already getting started on the second (:
He thrusted into her one last time before coming undone, a moan leaving her lips as he roughly pulled himself out and rolled to the side of the bed. Their chest heaved as they tried to catch their breath.
"You're still on that pill, right?" Her partner asked and Lucy could only laugh as she kicked off the blankets, ready to stumbled over to the bathroom to clean herself up.
"You ask that now?"
"Wait, I told you-"
"Natsu," she sighed as she peered at him from over her shoulder, "Yes. I'm still on the pill."
He grinned as he watched her stand and walk to the door leading into his small dingy bathroom, her backside still bright red from their earlier activities. "Thank god."
Lucy gave a light chuckle as she turned on the shower head before grimacing at the sticky liquid between her thighs. It was only a quick rinse and by the time she came back, drying herself with one of the man's few towels, Natsu was already settled on the side of the bed and liting up a cigarette from his nearly empty pack. He took a long drag before blowing the smoke from his lungs and then downing the remaining whiskey he couldn't finish before they had started.
She rolled her eyes before grabbing her underwear having given up on lecturing him about his many bad habits. He would only scoff, not paying any mind to her words. As she pulled on her jeans he turned to her with a raised brow.
"Leaving already?"
It was like this a lot of the time. A quick visit after work to loosen up her tight muscles, forget about everything, and unwind then she would be off. It was never anything more between them and she was ok with that. Natsu had been clear that he didn't need another woman in his life 'bossing him around.' The conversation about them being anything more was clipped and swept under the bed. She sent him a quick smile as she buttoned up her shirt and grabbed her bag.
"Yeah. I've got some things to do at home."
He frowned and stood before she could make her move to the door, another cloud of smoke filling the air before he spoke. "You needa ride?"
Lucy dug into her bag and pulled out her keys. "I'm covered," She grinned, "Beside's I wouldn't go near your death trap that you call transport." Natsu snorted and she thought that would be the end of it but he seemed to have other ideas as he walked to his dresser.
"There's nothing wrong with my bike. Come on. I'll walk you out."
"Your neighbours are going to have a heart attack if they see you walk out like that." She gestured to his junk that was still out in the open for the world to see, but he only waved her away as he pulled in a breath from his cigarette and opened up his draws.
As he pulled out the smoke from in between his lips he grabbed for his loose jeans. "I'm not gonna give the old folks a heart attack, Smart ass. Just let me put these on," he quipped as he stepped into the loose denim and lead her out the door.
"My, my you're becoming quite the gentleman, Natsu Dragneel. To think I used to have to just dress myself and find my way to the door without an escort," She said while forcing out a dramatic tone, a small smile pulling up on her lips. "Tragic."
"Sometimes, Luce, I think all those books really do something funny to ya head."
"I could say the same about that stick of cancer hanging out your mouth."
"Hey!" He gave her a look as he opened up front door, "They don't do anything to my head."
Lucy stepped past him into the chilled air as she kept his gaze, spinning on her heel to face him. "Could've fooled me," she answered, barely suppressing another laugh as he narrowed his eyes at her, trying to muster the scowl that sent men reeling, yet the tell tale sign of the twitch in his cheek gave him away. Natsu could never fool anyone.
"If you keep making that face it'll get stuck!"
Natsu smirked, the facade dropping in an instance. "Tell me again, Luce. Are you sure you weren't raised by old women?" His smile grew ten times as he spoke each word before he dropped his finished smoke to smother it into the ground.
Now was the time for her eye's to narrow as she slapped his shoulder. Natsu taking a step back and raising his hands to protect himself at her weak hit, his chuckle filling her ears. No matter what he always knew the ways to get under her skin and push her buttons. She always had to remind herself why she ever came and saw him, yet the answer was so sad that she could never dwell on it too long.
"My humour is just fine, thank you very much. Now if you excuse me I'll be on my way," she spoke before turning away, head tilted into the air. She didn't get far before Natsu was pulling her back into his arms. She gasped as he grabbed her but settled into the warm embrace anyways as he held her.
"Drive safe," he breathed as he placed a quick kiss to the side of her head that made Lucy's cheeks warm. A soft smile made its way on her face as she enjoyed their contact. Sometimes, only sometimes, would Lucy revel in this feeling. It had been so long after all that she had a sweet touch, but she knew it would never work. She quickly pulled away, her fingers lingering on his as she turned back to him.
"I will."
With that she let go and made her way to the car. As she pulled open the door and turned back to look up at his porch, he had already made his way inside and Lucy sighed as she climbed into the vehicle parked on his driveway. With a quick look to the time she cursed as she realised she was running late, her hands quickly turning the keys and putting her foot down to reverse out. He wasn't going to be happy.
She tried her best to speed home. Yet, her shaking hands had the itch to turn around. Lucy could only hope he hadn't been drinking again. He was worse when he was drinking. She gulped as she pulled into her own driveway. His car was already there, which she expected, but a small part of her hoped it wouldn't. He had gone out to the pub, to the bookie, anything.
A defeated sigh left her lips as she turned off the car and grabbed her bag. She checked herself over in the mirror, peering at her neck especially. Natsu always had a habit of leaving unwanted marks even though she had told him that she didn't like it. That had been a lie, but she couldn't tell him the real reason - that she had another man to hide them from.
She shook her head to relieve herself of the guilt that had clung to her bones. Ever since the first night she had laid with Natsu, it had wound itself in her lungs and nearly suffocated her when she tried to sleep. He was just so addicting. The way he touched her, his delicate fingers, the way he made her laugh like there was nothing wrong in her life. With him she could forget and that was all she ever wanted. Lucy quickly rubbed at her eyes - It was something she could think about at another time. As she stepped out the car she forced her legs to move, but she had barely made it two steps before he opened the door.
"Where have you been?" He snapped, his dark eyes glaring at her as she made her way towards him.
Lucy held onto her bag a little tighter as she looked up at him, immediately bringing her gaze to the door behind him. "I was kept at work," she mumbled, bringing her stare back to the man she had married.
"That's the third time this week."
Lucy shot him a filthy look before she pushed past him, whispering under her breath as she passed him, "That's what happens when you have a job."
As she made her way to the kitchen the front door slammed behind her and she froze. She didn't want to turn around. If she ignored him he would leave her alone. If she made the excuse she was tired then she could stay in the room, pretend to sleep when he came up to bed. Nothing would happen tonight.
Many times Lucy was wrong.
"You stink of smoke."
Lucy mentally cursed Natsu and his hotbox of a home. She should've sprayed herself with perfume before she got out of the car. The blonde dropped her bag on the kitchen counter as she wondered to the fridge, hoping to cut off the conversation as soon as possible.
"Did you hear me?" He called, voice getting louder as he stepped closer to her. "I'm talking to you."
"It must have been from someone who I was talking to after-"
She could barely finish her sentence as he grabbed ahold of her hair, pulling at the long tresses and forcing her to face him. His eyes were alight with anger as he put his face in front of hers. Lucy swallowed.
"Who?" he spat.
"It was just a quick conversation, I swear!" she raised her hands to his as tears gathered in her eyes. "Please stop. It hurts, Jackal." She tried to pry his hold on her hair but when he dropped his grasp a slap followed his movements.
Her head snapped to the side, the sting tingling her face but she refused to look at him, or let the tears fall down her cheeks. He grabbed onto her arm, squeezing it till the hold turned bruising.
"You're an ugly slut," he seethed as he pushed himself into her face, the smell of alcohol on his breath burning in her nose. "You hear me? Don't you ever think you can lie to me!"
Lucy's lower lip trembled as he shouted in her ear, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her arm. She didn't dare speak, not that the lump in her throat would ever allow anything but sobs and screams to leave her lips. It would only make him angrier if she spoke. She had learned that the hard way when he had first hit her. They were barely twenty years old and having a stupid argument. When Lucy yelled at him, her anger getting the better of her, he had thrown a frying pan at her head. The cooking utensil barely missing her by an inch as it slammed against the wall. She had screamed at him, nearly packing her things but he had stopped her. His hand around her throat before pushing her into a side table and knocking her mother's favourite vase to the floor - one of the few things he had left of her smashing on impact and cutting Lucy's hands.
She had kept quiet for the next five years.
He grabbed her face, violently turning it to so her brown eyes could gaze at the man she had thought she loved. His eyes were blazing as he growled at her, "I know what you're up to," he spat in her face as he pushed her backwards. Her body slamming into the fridge as a choked sob left her lips. "You better be home tomorrow."
Lucy could only meekly nod as she pushed herself up and wiped the spit from her cheek. He walked away from her, grabbing a half finished beer bottle from the table and walking to the living room. She wasted no time in running up the stairs to their bedroom and locking the door behind her.
The tears trickled down her face as she sunk to the floor. Her cheek where he had slapped her was still red, the skin sensitive and hot. She desperately rubbed at her eyes as she breathed in deep breaths. However, Lucy's eyes were blank as she stared straight ahead. The only sign of emotion being the shake of her shoulders or the wet drops that she had missed.
What her brown eyes couldn't tear her eyes from was the picture of her wedding day. She was beaming at the camera, her white dress still on as they had photographs in the gardens. Her father was beside her, his tired eyes managing to smile at the camera as he was seated in his wheelchair.
He had been incredibly happy for her. His baby girl growing up and finding a nice guy when she was only sixteen. The wedding being held as soon as they had graduated. Jackal's future was always promising. He was taken in when he was only a child by his uncle who was a wealthy businessman and a good friend of her fathers. He was meant to inherit the company. Jude had always said 'that boy will grow into a fine man one day.' A bitter smile pulled at her lips as she realised how wrong her dad had been.
Her father had passed not long after the wedding. Six months of continuous heart problems that left him so exhausted he could barely get out of bed. He never saw Jackal when he had started to gamble, or when he had been disowned by his uncle. Her husband burned through more money then they could make, finishing her inheritance in a few short years. If it wasn't for the house they brought when they had first moved out, she was sure they'd be homeless.
Even now they struggled. He spent his time guzzling drink after drink - either in front of their TV at home, or in the pub. She often wondered what her father would say now. He'd tried his hardest, working day and night, to give her an easier life. Yet now she could barely make ends meet as she was overdue on bills and had notices piling up in her mailbox of debts that needed to be paid. What she would often think about more is what her mother would think. If she was disappointed that her daughter was creeping around with another man.
A sigh left her lips as she continued to sit on the floor, her hands scratching at her thighs through her jeans as she was lost in thought.
She knew her mother would be most upset about her dead eyes. The way she could rarely give a smile these days. She had only wanted Lucy to be happy.
phew.. I've been doubting my writing for ages now so I really hope this is ok ;-; Please review your thoughts! I love hearing from every single one of you Doginshoe~