Unknown pov
I sit in the room they gave me after releasing me from the prison.
Why did they though?
I look up at the ceiling. The room was pretty decent, with cream walls and wooden floors and a single king sized bed in the left-right corner.
Lucy and I used to lay on my bed, just like this, before all the drama about my f**k-up, and talk and hold hands, even kiss sometimes.
I just want her back.
No.
I need her back.
No one understands what we have, not even Lucy, but it's there and it's alive, just waiting for me to find it again.
And I promise I will and when I do I'll have all I've ever prayed for.
Lucy.
Lucy pov
"James, stop it." I gasp out.
He ignores my cry of mercy and continues his torture.
"James!" I shout, not able to breathe anymore.
His eyes flash with concern
