The confession
Lucky and Addison waiting sat were setting on the couch when the sounds of the door unlocking pulled them from their conversation. It was time for Cheryl to be home.
His stomach was tying into knots as he thought about what he and Addison were about to tell Cheryl. He didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to see her destroyed as she heard the words that he had run through over and over again in preparation. He knew that nothing he could say would make the results any easier.
Cheryl had been so kind to him. She had taught him things. She was the first woman to treat him like something other than an object and this was how he was going to repay her? He knew that there was no other way. He couldn't live without Addison. He loved her. He needed her. She was the one who truly understood him. She was the one that he wanted forever.
Knowing what was right didn't make it any easier for him though.
The door swung open and Cheryl stepped in humming some song to herself as she closed the door behind her.
"I'm home," she sang.
She turned to face Lucky, who was standing next to Addison and froze as she seen the woman.
"Addison?" She asked as she stepped closer to them in the living room. "What a surprise! Is everything okay?"
"Everything's..." Addison lost her words as she spoke and looked to Lucky for help.
"Cheryl, we need to talk," Lucky said in a long breath.
This was it. This was the moment that he had been dreading. This was the moment that he would break poor Cheryl's heart. She eyed him nervously as she stepped up to him and placed her hands on his.
"What happened?" She asked with wide eyes.
"A lot," Lucky sighed. "Maybe it would be best for you to set down.
Cheryl looked away from Lucky and locked her eyes on Addison with an expression that begged for a quick explanation. Addison merely shook her head and sat back down at the end of the couch. Cheryl sat down on the other end and Lucky took a seat in the center before looking to Cheryl and taking a deep breath.
"So what's going on?" She asked impatiently.
"I guess I should start from my first memory," Lucky said as he placed his hand on Cheryl's.
He began telling her about Vicki and her ways of using him for sex behind Cheryl's back. Cheryl pulled her hand away but didn't make a move or sound to interrupt his tale. He told her about Rebecca. He told her about the reporter that led his story to Tara and the organization that made him the way he was.
By the time he got to the Chinese assassin, Heron, Cheryl was standing up next to the couch and shaking her head. Tears were running down her cheeks but she still didn't speak out to interrupt him. She needed to hear everything that he had to say.
Eventually, his story came to Addison and his time with her that caused him to fall in love. Addison reached out and grabbed his hand at that point for comfort as he went on.
"I never intended it to be this way Cheryl," he tried to explain, but Cheryl just shook her head as she wiped tears from her face.
"I don't get it," Cheryl finally said after a long moment of silence that terrified Lucky. "If you made this great sacrifice, why did you decide to hunt him down now?"
She was staring right past Lucky toward Addison, who was trying to act as calm as she could, but he could tell she was as nervous as he.
"Two members of the organization came to me," she began. "They told me that Lucky was in danger. They said that he would start losing himself and that if anyone stood in the way then they wouldn't think twice about killing him."
Cheryl's eyes shot wide, but she took a breath and lowered her brows once more in a mixture of anger and sadness. He had never seen her so sad. She appeared to look like he had felt when he thought that Addison didn't love him. She looked like her entire world had been broken apart beneath her feet.
"I'm so sorry Cheryl," he said as he stood up and placed his hands on her arms.
"Get away from me," she snapped as she pulled back roughly and took a few steps back. "I was wrong to think men could be treated as anything but a man!"
"Cheryl," Lucky said, but he couldn't think of anything else to say. What could he say to make her feel better about what was happening to him? What could he possibly do to make all this up to her?
"Just," she began as she closed her eyes to try and shut off another flood of tears from coming down her cheeks. "Just go."
Lucky looked at Addison, who was looking almost as sad as Cheryl. What had he done? Why was something like this so hard? He got what he had been wanting. He should be happy with the events. He was going to go home with Addison where he wanted to be, but the sight of his master in such disarray caused his heart to ache.
"Something's been taking control of me, Cheryl," He tried to explain. "It started last night but continued this morning with you remember? I couldn't control myself. I couldn't..."
"I said go," she repeated in a firmer tone as she looked up at him with bloodshot eyes.