Chapter One: A Shooting Star
.
.
.
A light tapping on the door made its presence early in the morning, a voice soon following after.
"Lucy, it's time to wake up dear, your lessons are going to begin soon." An elderly woman's voice spoke through the door.
The sun had peered into the young girls large room, causing a lump on a very big bed to stir.
The girl's voice was dry and rough from previous nights sleep as she replied to the person on the other side of the door. "Five more minutes Miss Spetto!"
With a quiet sigh she curled back into her silky sheets.
A loud bang sounded throughout the room, scaring the girl straight out of bed and onto the hardwood floor with a yelp.
Brown eyes adjusted to the bright, natural light of the sun. She found the cause of the noise. Her bedroom door had been swung open with a little to much force as it had hit the wall, probably leaving a doorknob sized hole in its place. A woman in her late sixties stood in the doorway panting wildly, her graying hair in a low bun with wisps flying around her wrinkled face.
After her breathing was finally under control she spoke almost as if nothing had happened. "Miss Lucy, your lessons are starting soon, please dress in the clothing I laid out for you the other night." With a quick bow and a smile on her thin lips, she left shutting the door behind her.
Curiosity sprang within her small body.
'What was that all about?'
Without a second thought to the strange outburst, she turned to the corner of her room.
Standing up from the mess of sheets and pillows, the teen walked over and opened up the tan dresser, a colorful dress hung in a plastic case on one of the two doors. Black heels were placed under the short garment on a stand.
She put on the clinging dress and slipped on the heels.
Lucy proceeded to her personal bathroom, where she brushed her hair and teeth. She quickly threw her long hair up into a ponytail.
Satisfied with how she looked in the mirror, she left her oversized room and made her way downstairs where breakfast waited for her.
While munching on her toast, she thought of earliers happening.
Miss Spetto never looked so worked up before, almost as if she was nervous or something along those lines. These thoughts raced in her mind until she noticed her toast was gone and was now nibbling on her long nails.
Her eyes glassed over in thought and she put the plate in the sink and proceed to the music room.
The teen walked into the open room where Angela, her choral instructor waited, a sneer on her wrinkling face. She was always like this.
"Hello Lucy, today you will learn how to reach your high notes." The woman's voice loud in the once quiet room.
"Yes, madam Angela." Lucy's voice sounded robotic, fake, forced. This wasn't who she was. She'd rather lock herself in her room and listen to her music, not classical shit.
She didn't want to be a singer like this, she wanted to be in a punk band with her being the lead singer and her friends that shared the same interests as her would be the rest of the bad she created.
Sadly she had no friends what so ever but, maybe that was okay.
"Lucy! My god, listen when someone is talking to you. You're so disrespectful, you ungrateful child, now listen." The woman's voice was harsh and broke Lucy out of her daydream.
Several hours had passed and music lessons were over, this was when Lucy would get one hour of free time to do anything she pleased, besides leave the estate.
With a sigh she made her way to her room.
Before she could turn the handle that led to her bedroom she was yanked out of its reach, a squeal flowing from her lips.
Lucy turned to her kidnapper.
Miss Spetto?
This little woman hauled Lucy through the long hallways. "Hurry Miss Lucy, today is a very important day."
Important? Is this why she was dressed so provocatively? Not that she minded she liked dressing like this but only if she was in her room and playing dress up, considering she was to wear clothing that covered her body head to toe because of her upbringing.
Miss Spetto came to an abrupt stop, causing Lucy to slam into the short woman.
Heaving now, "W-what's all the meaning of this?" Lucy panted out.
After a moment of catching her breath, she waited for an answer she never got.
Her breathing was normal once again and with that Lucy was shoved into the now opening doors of her fathers study.
Confused as all hell she could only think of what was going on.
A deep, rough voice caught her attention. "Lucy, I'd like to introduce you to Duke Sawarr, the Junelle heir." Her father gestured towards a short, fat and unclean looking man.
However, Lucy forced a smile to the clearly older man. A blushed sprouted on his chubby cheeks.
"Lucy you are to marry Duke Sawarr, to expand the land of our business. It's your duty as a Heartfilia," Lucy's heart froze as every word her father spoke rang in her ears.
Her brown eyes looked back to the Duke. He was eyeing one of the maids near the large door, clearly uninterested in what was going on.
"You are to also give birth to a baby boy." Now that struck a chord in the teen.
Before she could get a word in, her father had sent her saying he'd talk to her early in the morning about the wedding preparations.
Once left alone in her room, she finally had time to think about what the hell was going on.
Everything was moving way to fast for her mind to keep up. Today was supposed be to like every other boring day of her life. She'd get up eat breakfast, do multiple lessons, eat lunch, one hour of free time, more lessons, dinner and then bed.
More than half of those things didn't even happen and it was just after noon.
It's like a switch was flipped and everything came crashing down.
She wasn't ready to get married, she was only fifteen for gods sake. And to a man who was at least three decades older than her. To bear a child at this age was also insane. Having a child with that man, having sex with that man would technically make him a rapist and pedophile, considering she was totally opposed to doing anything with him.
Anxiety and stress started to well up inside her chest. She started to hyperventilate and breathing became hard. She felt like she was going to explode and die right in her room. Tears pricked at the rim, ready to spill over.
It's like her life was a terribly written horror movie, mocking how stupid and useless she was to protect her own pathetic life.
Today was a terrible day.
She grabbed one of the things that usually calmed her down.
It was a little white plushy.
It wasn't very big, it almost looked like a human and a snowman had a child together. It's round head contained two black eyes, a small smile and a large carrot shaped nose.
She held the plushy she named Plue close to her chest.
Her breathing slowed and her body stopped shaking. Just a few moments later and she was back to normal.
Thinking she had the rest of the day off she grabbed her phone. Unlocking it, she swiped to the next screen opening the folder labeled 'Music' and clicked on the black icon with a green circle placed inside of it.
She scrolled down to her favorite playlist, well her favorite punk playlist. It was the only other thing that gave her comfort other than Plue.
Music was a great passion of hers.
Lucy listened to various types of music but punk was her absolute favorite genre. Every band was unique in their own special way. They sang clearly and you could make out every single one of their words and every emotion that came from those simple words.
She clicked on one her of favorite songs.
Welcome to the Black Parade by MCR.
Her headphones blasted the emotional song. That's when she began to think. Thinking of everything that's been going on in her life and how everything can change just like that. . .how it did.
Without knowing she started crying. Why was life so hard?
Yes, she was rich, also one of the most important people in the world but none of that mattered to her, she just wanted to be a normal teenager. She wanted to be happy for once in her life.
She wanted her mother back.
She wanted to be embraced when she was upset and needed someone to lean on, to talk to.
She was truly happy when her mother was alive and would play with her. It wasn't all fun and games though. Her mother Layla, would teach her about the Galaxy, the planets in their solar system.
But what got Lucy interested were the constellations. The stories her mom would tell about them.
Lucy ended up thinking about the fond memories with her mother.
She always told Lucy to do what was best for and what made her truly happy on the inside.
Her eyes started to become heavy as a final thought passed through her mind.
"Tonight is the night I run away." Her eyelids fell shut and a smile was left on her lips. She would finally be free.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Wednesday's will be the days I update from now on.
QOTD - What is your favorite color? Mine is Royal Blue.
I thought I'd do these just because I like doing them myself. I hope you guys have a great rest of the week:)