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A/N: Here I am, with another story for you lovely people. If any of you reading this have also read My Pink Haired Bastard of a Neighbour, then I want to say thank you, for all the extraordinary, nice reviews, 100+ favourites and 80+ follows. You guys made my heart swell. I greatly appreciate the 15 or so minutes you took out of your life to read, and maybe review my story. You rock.

I want to warn you, this fic will be quite dark. Also, this is just a prologue/teaser, so unfortunately there is gonna be a month or so until the next update.

This story is very different from anything I've written before. I'm actually quite scared of putting this up here ::sweatdrop::. However, if you want to read something light, funny and romantic, I recommend you the afore-mentioned fanfic: My Pink Haired Bastard of a Neighbour.(I know..shameless self advertising...)

WARNING(for the entire story): Bad language, violence/abuse, mentions of rape, VERY OOC Lucy and possibly other characters, some of my own OC's...and well, this is all I can think of at the moment. As you can see, this is not a story for children, the M rating is there for a reason.

For the people who are still here...::sweatdrop::...please enjoy?

P.S: Forgive me for the long A/N...

Enjoy!

Sitting down on her bed, Lucy looked around her dark new bedroom, cardboard boxes filled with her possessions laying scattered on the floor. She wondered how much they will stay in this place, and how bad the new college will be. She just hoped the psychology course would at least be decent. The only thing she found bad about moving, was leaving her previous college behind, which has been quite good. Sitting up, she brushed her black skinny jeans and straightened her baggy dark blue shirt. Before she could do anything, she heard her aunt yelling from downstairs:

"Lucy, get down here and help me unpack!"

The blonde sighed, never having talked with her aunt unless necessary. Trudging down the stairs, she walked into the kitchen, making her way in between the many boxes and unplaced furniture.

"Yes?" She questioned in a monotonous voice, her face devoid of emotions as usual.

"Would you be a dear and help me unpack all the plates,mugs and glasses?" Asked her aunt, small mouth smiling, brown eyes sparkling and dirty blonde hair swishing around her.

"Sure." The blonde shrugged in a noncommittal manner.

Bending down towards the nearest box, Lucy didn't realise her aunt's boyfriend walked in until he stood beside her.

"I see she's helping. It's surprising, as she only comes out of her room every blue moon." The lanky, balding guy sneered. Lucy ignored him, wondering for how long this state of peace would last, and when he would start arguing with her aunt again.

"Now, now Richard. Leave her alone." Reprimanded Angela, her eyes briefly darting towards the young blonde who was placing cups and glasses in the cupboards around the kitchen.

If anyone took a look at this specific family, they wouldn't find anything weird...apart maybe, from a slightly angsty teenager and snarky uncle. But things are never what they appear to be. Seriously, this must be the best day they had this year, and considering that they were in late August, it said a lot.

Angela was too excited with the moving to be her usual short tempered self, and Richard was too busy to watch over Lucy like a hawk.

After having finished helping her aunt, Lucy headed up the stairs. Halfway up, she heard Angela shout:

"Don't you wanna have some tea with us?" Lucy turned around, sighting and hating all this nice behaviour from her aunt. Frankly, it put her even more on edge than usual, expecting the short tempered woman to snap at any time, and possibly hurl a sharp object at her head.

"I'm fine, thanks." Replied Lucy in a dead tone, while in her mind, she added: 'I'd rather jump in a pit of snakes.'

Entering her room, she looked around for a specific box. When she found it, she opened it and took out her much needed calendar. Much needed because she crossed out every single day that took her closer to when she would be 21, and would inherit what her parents left her. Then, she could finally move. She couldn't wait to get out of this shithole, never looking back. That would be in about a year, seeing as she became 20 the previous month.

The timing was perfect really, cause by then she would be done with college, this being her last year. And yes, she was that desperate to get out of the living hell that was her aunt and Richard. 'Well, I might as well unpack.' sighed Lucy, sticking the calendar above her bed, and glancing at the cardboard boxes.

One hour later, Lucy looked around at the now more familiar looking room, wiping some sweat off her brow. Taking so many books that they occupied one entire wall, and placing them on their respective shelves, was quite strenuous for the slender young woman. The only thing she needed to do now, was to put her posters up on the walls. Well, she could do that later, she was too tired now. Flopping backwards on her bed, she gazed at the freshly painted pristine ceiling, greatly contrasting with the dull, dark grey walls.

She had everything prepared for college, books and whatnot already bought. There wasn't really much she could wonder or think about, as her life was pretty simple. She didn't have friends, as people tended to ask too many questions. Boyfriend? Pffft. What's that? The only good thing about males was that they were less curious, bitchy and talkative than the girls. Otherwise, she found them noisy, and frankly, pretty dumb and childish. And she was supposed to be the blonde here... Snorting, Lucy got up and glanced at the digital clock she's just placed on her desk. 17:59 'Oh, its time I guess...' As the 17 turned into 18 and the minutes into 0's...

"Luuucyyyy! Dinner time!"

Covering her ears at the shrill voice, she walked towards the door, yanked it opened and yelled:

"Need to wash my hands first!" Damn. Why was she yelling again? Ah yes. Her dear aunt was hard of hearing. Rolling her eyes, Lucy closed her door and then walked down the hallway towards the bathroom.

As she turned the faucet on and started rubbing her hands with the soap making tiny bubbles, her dark blue sleeve rode up her wrist and up her arm, showing the beginning of a nasty, yellowish fading bruise. As soon as Lucy spotted it, her eyes widened. She tugged the sleeve down, stretching the material and wetting it from her dripping hands. The blonde shook her head and leaned against the basin. It wouldn't do if her aunt saw that bruise...or any others for that matter. She knew the short tempered woman didn't like seeing them.

After washing her hands, Lucy once again trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen which had considerably less boxes scattered around. The furniture also seemed to have found its place, the oval shaped table set for dinner. Walking from behind the kitchen island, Angela brought a big bowl of salad. On the table, there were already three plates, with glasses, cartons of juice and a bowl of grilled chicken in the middle. Her aunt gave her a small smile, while Richard didn't even glance up from behind the magazine he was reading. Something about sports. Tch. Typical male. Sitting down in the chair beside her aunt's, she tried to make as much space as possible between them without getting too close to Richard. Angela noticed this, but said nothing, instead pulling her chair out and sitting down as well.

"Well then, enjoy your meal. I hope you like this." Angela clapped her hands together, after which she put herself some salad. Lucy ignored her in favour of pretending to be very interested in the chicken, while actually making sure her sleeve didn't ride up again. Richard finally put his magazine down and said:

"Well, you didn't burn the kitchen down, so the food can't be more charred than usual, eh?" He remarked, a cruel smirk on his pale face. Angela gave a strained smile and glared down at the table, refraining from commenting on the fact that salad can't be burned. Lucy glanced up at them, apprehension building in her stomach, waiting for her aunt's outburst. When it didn't come, she was slightly surprised, but continued eating, though on edge. 'Maybe we can have a normal meal without them yelling at each other?'

By the time dessert came around, Richard finally decided to be the bastard he usually was to Lucy. He knew she didn't really like talking with them, so that's why, when he had the chance, he would try goading words out of the young blonde. And she hated him for it.

"Say Lu, how excited are you about the new college?"

'As excited as your bald head is.' She thought, but instead just shrugged.

"Hm? What's that supposed to mean?" Asked Richard, raising an eyebrow. Despite Lucy tightening her hold around her fork, the jerk continued:

"You know, you have that tongue of yours for a reason." He leaned in, as if conspiring. "For talking." He whispered, as if sharing a valuable piece of information. Lucy gritted her teeth, while Angela looked between the two nervously.

Smirking, he leaned back in his chair. "So please do use it, if its not too much of an effort." He mocked, crossing his arms over his chest.
Lucy felt rage boiling inside her stomach, every cell of her body hating the man currently sitting in front of her. Oh, but how she would love to smash one of the dishes in his big, slightly crooked nose. Instead, she clenched her hands under the table, feeling her blunt nails piercing though her soft skin. She gave Richard a sickly sweet smile and said:

"Why uncle." She practically spat the last word. "I do know how to use my tongue. But unlike...certain...people, I also like to make use of my brain and think about something before I say it." With that, she calmly set her fork and knife on her plate, pushed her chair back and stood up. While Richard glared as the implications of her words hit him, she continued:

"Thank you for the nice and not charred dinner." She glared at him, while sparing her aunt a glance. "Now, if you will excuse me, I'm going to finish unpacking." Stiffly, she pushed the chair in, took her plate and washed it in the sink, after which she walked out of the kitchen. Richard glared at her the whole time, while Angela threw him a dirty look.

"I don't know why you have to make her life so miserable."

"Excuse me? How dare you even open your mouth after all you've done to her, you hypocrite?" He spat. Angela's brown eyes widened at the accusation, but looked away from him.

Up in her room, Lucy grumbled under her breath while looking for her pyjamas.

"Stupid, bald, bastard with his snotty attitude and jerk attitude. Who the hell does he think he is?" Finally, when she found her pyjamas after some more cursing, she sighed. 'There's no point in getting angry over him. He's not worth it.' Sitting down on the edge of her bed, she raised her arms up taking her shirt off, flinching during the whole process. If front of her, sitting innocently against the wall, her full body mirror showed everything to her sad eyes. Running up her arms starting from the wrists, were many long, quite thin purple and yellowish bruises. She knew that if she turned around, her back was even worse, but she didn't, instead putting her pyjamas on as quickly as possibly in her current state and going to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

It was too early too sleep, the clock showing the time of 19:09. However, she was tired, and knew that if she didn't go sleep now, her aunt might try talking to her. Taking a book from the shelves, she snuggled under her blankets, liking the feel of the soft bed against her battered body. She hoped that the college would be decent, and that the people would leave her alone.

A/N: Oh God, I'm so scared of your reactions... x_x Nonetheless, I would love your reviews, telling me if I should continue this or not. Also, yes, this will be a NaLu story, but for the moment, I needed you to know some of her story. There will be other pairings as well, so, for the hopeless romantics, do not despair! Remember, the next update will be in a month or so. Thanks for reading!