Luca: JetlagMature

She's crazy. She has to be. That's the only way you can explain it. Why else would anyone think it was a good idea to pretend to kill their dad and lie and let my temper get out of control?

Maybe I'm just in shock, or jet lagged or something, but everything feels so ridiculously unreal that I keep expecting to wake up any minute now. I mean c'mon, I'm sitting in a puddle in England, outside of a burning mansion trying to work out what's going on, let alone how I feel about it.

So far, my brain's managed to process the fact that she lied and that it's making me angry again.

And when my temper sparks, I stop trying to work things out.

She kisses me, but I pull away from her sharply and close my eyes, trying to stop my temper getting the better of me again. I've already hurt her enough this evening.

"Hmm, I've screwed up again. Whatever." She growls, jabbing the buttons on my phone irritably.

"Yeah, well you're not the only one, eh? I shouldn't have reacted the way I did," I somehow force the words out and though they sound strained, I still mean them.

"Yeah." She shrugs, waving me away dismissively. I grit my teeth and resist the urge to jump up and punch her. Instead, I get up and pick up my bag, walking away. Last thing I hear while I'm still in earshot is Gemme talking to Benny.

I don't know where I'm going. I don't even care. I'm soaked, cold and in a country I've never been to before.

But how hard can it be to find someone that sells drugs? An English drug dealer can't look too different to an American one.

That said, we are in the middle of nowhere.

I glance back at Gemme, still on the phone and sigh. To be honest, I don't really want to get lost in the freezing, rainy countryside of Britain, but I don't think Gemme particularly wants me around right now. Either way, it's probably not a good idea to stick around when I'm in this mood.

Turning back, I keep walking.

I have no recollection of how I got here. Wherever ‘here' is. I just walked until I saw buildings. Some village near to Gemme's place, I guess. It's a small place, but there's a B&B just down the road and though I might not exactly find a drug dealer here, I can go to sleep somewhere. Jetlag is killer.

I pay for a room and practically crawl up to it, asleep the moment my head hits the pillow.

When I wake up, I'll look for Gemme and try to make up with her. Again.


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