The Prostitute and the Painter

Lucas had looked for days but he still couldn't find Olivia. He didn't want to doubt her, but he had to go back to the place where he was most afraid of. Where he didn't want to find her. He prayed that she wouldn't be there.

When he had gotten there at ten at night, he saw her slipping into the car. He followed it closely behind, hoping that it wasn't her. The car went faster, and he parked behind it a few minutes later.

He got out the car and he opened the door. He wasn't prepared at all for what he was about to find. She was on top of another men.

Fury took over him in an instant. "Get out!"

"Lucas." Olivia said, her voice had a lace of relief and desperation in it.

Lucas grabbed her arm and he dragged her out the car.

"Where are you taking her?" as the guy had put on his pants and he went after Lucas. Olivia was scared that they would hurt him. The man swung at Lucas and he pushed Olivia out the way as he dodged the punch.

When the man turned, he was met by Lucas's fist which knocked him out cold. Lucas eyes were full of wrath and Olivia was afraid.

He grabbed her arm, "I left my clothes." She said.

Lucas noticed that she was naked, and he felt sick. He took off his coat and draped it around her and he dragged her to the car. He threw her in and closed her door then he went and got in and he started driving.

He was going so fast that she thought they would swerve or die. Olivia looked outside she was too afraid as to what he would do to her?

Lucas drove all the way to the farm and they arrived in the morning.

He parked outside. He was more than hurt to the fact that she hadn't said anything or tried to explain it to him.

"Sit here." Lucas said.

Olivia just sat there, and she didn't move. Lucas went around, and he opened the door for her. Olivia climbed out the car hesitantly and she avoided looking at Lucas. She followed him to the door and she waited for him to unlock.

When he unlocked the door, he waited aside so that she could get in. Lucas put the supplies down. Olivia went to their room and she showered. She scrubbed herself for so long, she wanted to take out all the dirtiness she felt.

She felt her throat closing and wondered why Lucas had come back. She felt her heart feel something for the first time in her life. She had wanted to explain to Lucas but she knew all she would be doing was giving excuses.

When she finished showering, she walked out and found clothing laying on the bed. She put them on and they smelt like Lucas. She hugged herself in the clothes.

She felt stupid as to why she had done what she done.

Olivia slowly walked out the kitchen because she felt too ashamed to see Lucas. When she peeked around the corner, she found that he wasn't there. She went to the kitchen and he was also not there.

She went outside, and she couldn't see him any where in sight. She decided to go to his art gallery and slowly opened the door.

Olivia got in unnoticed and she saw Lucas with a paint brush and torn pieces of papers around him. His canvas was thrown to the side. His head was downcast, and he was crying hard.

Olivia walked out, her throat closed, and she swallowed a lump. She felt very heavy hearted.