I didn't know what he was doing, but I had a feeling I wouldn't like it. He scared me. No, he went further than scaring me. Nobody could ever make me feel worse.
Lucas leant forward to kiss me one last time, but I faded to quickly.
* * * * *
I woke up, more scared than I had been in a while. What had he meant by "You'll see?" I didn't know and, frankly, I didn't want to find out.
I got out of bed and got ready to go to town. I had a rare day off and I wanted to go into the town centre and do some much needed self loving. I hadn't been shopping in ages, I've been working to hard to have any time to do shopping other than for food. Nobody enjoys food shopping, except my mother, but she wasn't here.
It didn't take long for me to be ready and soon enough, I was in my little Beetle convertible heading to town.
After I'd found somewhere suitable to park, I decided to walk the long way through the centre of town. I hadn't been there in ages and it was so pretty. I don't believe there's a prettier town centre anywhere else on the planet.
Today there was a performing artist near the fountain in the very centre of the main square. He was Jamaican and had two friends behind him with steel pots and pans. They were creating beats and playing melodies on an old fashioned beat box, then dancing whatever way the music took them. I was enthralled and must have watched them for about half an hour when the main dancing guy danced over to me and took my hand.
Confused at first, I let myself be dragged into the ring of people. He motioned for me to dance with him. I almost considered walking away, but then I realised I hadn't had any fun recently. Why shouldn't I dance?
I wasn't worried. Lucas couldn't get me here.