We need to talk...

After the long drive, it would have been best just to go home and go to sleep, after a nice long bath, but I couldn't do that. I had to go see Lucas. I had to know that everything was going to be alright after the horrible atrocity I'd committed. I showered and changed into something... innocent. It wasn't hard, but I wanted to go all out. I felt anything but innocent, but maybe it would help me feel better. A parked the car and I told her good luck before we both went inside the house together. We were like family over here, despite the whisperings about what papa did. I lifted my hand slowly and knocked on Luke's door.

"One second!" I called, tugging my shorts on after my shower. I opted for no shirt because whoever was at the door had probably seen me without it on before anyways. I opened the door, smiling brightly when I saw my beautiful girlfriend on the other end. "Well, hello there. I didn't expect you to be home so early." I grabbed her elbow, tugging her closer to me and kissing her lips softly. "Did you have fun even though I missed you like crazy?" I asked, brushing her hair back off her forehead.

I was so happy to see him, but I had this tearing feeling in my stomach. He had to know what happened. Even though I knew it was going to hurt him. It hadn't meant anything to me, but I knew it would mean something to him. "We need to talk." I took his hand, walking with him. I was going to sit on the bed, but after what I'd done, I couldn't sit on his bed. I let him sit there and I pulled his footlocker over, tugging it with both hands, and sitting on it in front of him. "When I tell you this, you need to know that I love you and I never ever would hurt you. Never."

I need to talk always meant the death to relationships. I wasn't even 18 yet and I knew that. I swallowed roughly, leaning forward some, placing my hands on her knees. "Okay, I do know that... is.. eh... did something happen?"

I looked at his hands on my bare knees, biting my lip. "This is so hard, Angel. I always thought that you and I would..." Looking up at him, a tear escaped my eye before I could even stop it. "I got drunk. Seriously drunk... I don't remember anything that happened... Until I woke up this morning..." I looked back down at his hands on my knees, swallowing the hard lump in my throat. "I wasn't alone, Luke." I dropped my purse to the floor, reaching in and taking out the crackerjack ring, holding it up to him, my lip trembling. "I don't even know how they would let someone my age get ma-- do that. But I guess they didn't question since we were as drunk as we were. I don't know. I really," I dropped my head again, shaking it. "I really don't know."

I glanced at the fake ring in her hand and back to her face. I wasn't understanding. Was she trying to say... was she saying she got married in Vegas? But to who? Abby... no they didn't allow gay marriages and they were sisters to boot. "Wait," I gently grabbed her face, wiping at the spot her tear fell. "Explain more. I don't understand. Are you saying you... that someone took advantage of you being drunk and married you?"

I shook my head. "I don't know how it happened." I looked into his eyes, trying not to cry. "I'd like to think he drugged me, tricked me, anything. All I know is I got drunk, and I woke up with this ring on my finger and my name next to his on a marr-- marriage certificate." I shook my head, even though he was holding my face. "First thing tomorrow morning, I'm going to the court house to get it taken care of. I don't want to be married to him, Lucas. I never would have even looked at him if I wasn't drunk. I hate him, Lucas. I truly hate him!"

I closed my eyes, sighing heavily, a pain itching it's way over my heart. I tried to ignore it. Knowing she loved me. And only me. But the pain was still there. I always thought I'd be the first man she'd marry... and now this. "Who..." i took in a sharp breath, opening my eyes and looking at her, not daring to look at her hand. "is he?" I felt anger shaking my core. I'd kill whoever took advantage of her and not think twice.

I bit my lip, having come this far, I wasn't about to stop now. He had to know. "Dante Frost."

"I'll kill him." I said through gritted teeth. "I'll go kill him right this very second!"

I moved from the seat, kneeling in front of him and wrapping my arms around his waist, hugging him. "No! I can't let you do that! I'm just going to go get a divorce, first thing in the morning!" Looking up at him, I pleaded with him. "You can come with me. Please, babe. I can't have you killing a man because of me. I need you! I could never lose you!"

I took in a sharp breath. "I need fresh air. Alone." I pulled her hands off my arms and turned to the door. "I promise I won't kill him but I need to think.." I walked to the front door and opened it. I wasn't mad at her but I didn't feel good deep down and had no clue what to say.

I looked over at him, feeling ... I don't know what it was. That I had let him down. I felt horrible about what I had done. "I can go home, Lucas... I don't want to hurt you being around." I grabbed my purse and slowly stood to walk over to the door.

"I love you, Bianca. I just need to breathe. To think. All I can feel is anger, hate for Frost. I want to kill him but I know better." I walked over to my bed. If she was going to leave no sense in me doing so. "Goodbye.."

I nodded my head, taking the door in my hand, looking back at him. "I love you, Lucas. So much." I stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind me. I headed for the stairs to leave. I felt horrible for what I had done, I wished I could undo it. This is why I never drank. I couldn't hold my liquor very well, and I should have known better.