The next day, Lucy arrived at the game by herself, not wanting to sit with Gerard. She had paired a khaki sweater with grey jeans and pink flats, a black beanie placed over her straight hair. She walked over to the lacrosse field, spotting Stiles' dad and decided to sit with him.
"Hey Mr. Stilinski," she beamed, taking a seat next to him. He turned to look at her and smiled.
"There's my daughter I never had," he said, giving her a hug. "How've you been?"
"I've been okay, family things you know?" she murmured, attempting to smile at the thought of her mother.
"Stiles told me, if you ever need anything," he began.
"You'll be the first family I come to," Lucy said with a nod. "Stiles gave me the whole speech." Mr. Stilinski nodded.
"I can believe you still come to these games to cheer him on," he said, shaking his head at her.
"He'll be out there eventually and I want to be here when he does," Lucy confessed, looking down at the field where the team was coming out now. Stiles looked up at her and waved, before nudging Scott who turned and waved too. Mrs. McCall joined her in the stands as the players took the field.
"Is Scott not starting?" Lucy asked Mrs. McCall and she shook her head.
"Grades," she seethed and Lucy nodded, looking back to the field to see Stiles jog to the center of the field.
"Is that," Lucy started, looking at Mr. Stilinski, "is that Stiles?" he looked to the field before his eyes got wide.
"My son's on the field," he yelled, standing up in joy. The whistle blew and everyone rushed forward, playing the game. Stiles dropped the ball countless times, making Lucy cringe until finally, Stiles picked it up and started running towards the goal.
"Go Stiles," Lucy screamed with glee, standing up with his father. Stiles stood frozen on the field, everyone yelling at him to shoot, but it wasn't until Lydia screamed that he snapped out of it and scored.
When the final whistle blew, Lucy headed towards the locker rooms to wait for Stiles, missing Jackson fall to the ground and everyone run around in mayhem. She saw Stiles and ran up to him, pulling him into a hug.
"You did it Stiles! I told you you'd play didn't I?" Lucy rambled and Stiles laughed, looking down at her.
"You're truly my lucky charm aren't you Lu?" he asked, looking down at her. "You must be freezing Lucy," he exclaimed, shaking his head. "Let me go grab my jacket in the locker room for you." Stiles slid into the locker room as Lucy waited, a slight blush on her cheeks.
"What are you doing here?" a deep voice said from behind Lucy. She turned to see Gerard standing behind her, glaring immensely.
"I'm congratulating Stiles," Lucy stuttered, a look of confusion on her face.
"You are going to ruin everything," Gerard bellowed, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards his car.
"Let go of me," she yelled and he yanked harder.
"You are going to learn some respect for your elders," he cackled, pushing her into the passenger seat before climbing in and driving off. Leaving Stiles alone and confused, his sweatshirt hanging limply from his hands.
When Gerard pulled in to the driveway, he yanked Lucy from her seat, dragging her into the house and down the stairs to the cellar. She fell to the ground and heard muffled screams. Lucy looked up to see Boyd and Erika tied up in front of her. Lucy gasped and stood up but was immediately pushed down.
"You have been nothing but problems to me since I've gotten here," Gerard said before slapping her hard against the cheek. She shrieked in pain and he slapped her again, causing her cheek to turn a bright red color.
"Why can't you be like your sister, huh?" Gerard asked, backhanding her into the cement floor. Boyd groaned from his spot before stopping from the shocks. "Get up," Gerard taunted, nudging Lucy with his foot. She groaned, pushing herself up before being kicked in the ribcage. Lucy fell back to the floor with a thump, moaning in the process. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think; all that was in her mind was the pain she was feeling.
Gerard turned Lucy over onto her back and repeated slapped her until she was almost unconscious. He finished with one last kick to Lucy's side and disappeared upstairs, leaving her bruised and broken.
When she came to after about ten minutes, Lucy was in bad shape. Her ribcage was bruised, maybe even cracked. Her cheek was now a big red rash, dripping blood from being hit so many times. Her lip was split and the left side of her chin had a big bruise running across her jawline.
She slowly got up, limping to Boyd and Erika and turning off the electric wires. She released them quickly and followed them out the backdoor and heading to the only place she knew she could go.
Lucy finally made it to Stiles' house, opening the door and walking towards Stiles' room. She raised her hand to knock on the door but heard voices inside and footsteps. She knocked on the door and it opened to reveal Lydia.
"Oh gosh, Lucy? Are you alright?" Lydia asked, concern written all over her face. Lucy nodded and Lydia looked back into the room. "Stiles! Lucy's here, I'll catch up with you later," she said before leaving. Lucy turned to leave, afraid to see Stiles now but it was too late.
"Lucy?" Stiles said, grabbing her arm. She paused, taking a deep breath, before turning around to look at him. "Oh my god, Lucy what the hell happened? I went to go grab my coat and you were gone," Stiles said, pulling Lucy over to his bed and sitting her down. He ran over to his bathroom, taking out some hydrogen peroxide and a washcloth.
He walked quickly back over to her and sat down, turning her head gently towards him to clean her cuts. "I had to go home," Lucy mumbled, not looking him in the eye.
"Who did this to you Lucy," Stiles questioned, dabbing her cheek before pausing.
"Gerard," she whispered, a tear sliding down her cheek as she finally broke down at what her family had become. Her grandfather beat her, she never saw her dad, she wasn't close to her sister and her mother and aunt were dead.
Stiles pulled her into his arms, letting her sob into his shoulder as he rubbed circles gently into her back. "I'm not going to let him get away with this," he promised.