4: Groceries & Fear
Lucy sighed almost as soon as she woke up to the bright light streaming in. It was Sunday and she didn't work on Sundays, so she was already planning to do nothing today.
She stood up from her bed and groaned loudly, muttering to herself as she shimmied over to her kitchen.
However, when she opened the fridge door she found…nothing but some leftover lasagna and a half empty bottle of lemonade.
How disgusting… ughh I guess I have to go grocery shopping today… do I even have enough money? she thought to herself as she closed the refrigerator.
Soon after checking her wallet, she took a shower and got dressed, ready to go shopping for what she was dying for.
Food.
As she snuck past the landlady's room, afraid she might wake her up, she walked out and into the streets, pulling her coat closer to herself.
It was snowing again, and as she walked, she made footsteps with her tall, black boots. When she breathed in and out, you could see her breath, and she smiled to herself.
She remembered when she was young, she used to pretend that she was smoking by holding a hand up to her lips and blowing out, at the same time as placing her finger into a position that kind of looked like a cigarette.
Of course, she was planning on never smoking since it did nothing but ruin your lungs, plus…being around a father who used to blow smoke in her face never worked out…she sighed, skipping happily away from those thoughts as she finally turned the corner which would lead her to the grocery store.
When she got inside, she shivered letting some snow fall off from her coat. She grabbed a small grocery basket and started to walk around. The cashiers greeted their regular blonde customer with nothing but smiles and happy pleasantries. Lucy returned them before excusing herself to go and look around.
Now what do I need? What do I need? Well I need eggs, cereal, lettuce, milk, oranges, plums, and err… maybe some cookies? Yeah I do like cookies and—Lucy thought before bumping into someone, which cut off her thoughts.
"Watch it!"
"I'm sorry!" Lucy exclaimed. "I just didn't see you an—wait! What are you doing here?" she demanded. When she saw whom she bumped into her entire body went on guard, but that didn't seem to bother the smirking, blonde haired man looking down on her.
"Well isn't this a pleasant surprise seeing you here, Miss Lucy," Sting said cockily. Lucy snorted and backed up a few steps before saying,
"Pleasant is not exactly the word I was looking for, and if you'll excuse me, I have some shopping to do," she stated, turning around to try and walk off. Sting only laughed as he quickly caught up with her, voicing her footsteps.
"So…whatcha buying Princess?" he asked. Lucy didn't respond as she entered the vegetable and fruit section.
"Ah…the wonderful healthy foods," Sting commented as Lucy picked up some oranges. She ignored him again, even though her irritation was growing from every step he took.
"And she ignores me, how wonderful," Sting said. Lucy tried, and tried to ignore him but finally she snapped and hissed,
"Would you leave me alone?!"
Sting laughed and shook his head.
"Thanks for asking, but no…I don't think I will," he retorted. Lucy sighed, already regretting coming to the grocery store at this time of day, and she started to wonder why she just didn't go out to eat and then go to the grocery store.
Sting just studied her curiously trying to figure out what she was thinking, but instead of ever admitting that he said,
"You know. How about after this we go over to my place and I'll make sure to…satisfy any hunger you might have…just in a different way." He smirked. Lucy gagged, and gave him a hard stare.
"Leave. Me. Alone," she said nice and slowly in order for him to understand with that slow mind of his. Sting's smirk grew, but he said no response. Lucy walked away from the vegetable and fruit area, headed towards canned foods. Sting followed, not saying a word. It was actually starting to creep her out…
"What is with you?" she snapped so suddenly, that she even surprised Sting. Sting just stopped and looked down on her, with raised eyebrows.
"Why? Worried?" he teased, inching closer to her face. She flinched back, taking two steps backwards. Sting stayed put however, and just watched her move with those carefully calculated eyes of his.
"No, but it's creepy how one moment you're all I-can't-shut-up to now-I'm-as-silent-as-death-itself…I mean seriously. What's up with you? Do you have a multiple personality disorder or something?" she huffed, crossing her arms. Sting's eyebrows rose even higher, if that was possible.
"As amusing as that is, no, I don't. Actually I was thinking, ever hear of that Miss Princess?" he asked, so softly that if actually sent shivers down Lucy's spine.
"Well I didn't realize that you were capable of thinking, so sorry if I'm surprised," she snapped back, not giving in to her random shivers. Sting mocked hurt as he put a hand over his heart and said,
"Ooh that hurt Lucy dear. You wound me!"
Lucy sighed, irritated.
"Are you still here? And what could possibly have you thinking?!" she exclaimed, trying to be as nonchalant as possible, even though she was just a little bit, not very much, only a small amount, curious on what was going on through that egotistical head of his.
Sting's smirk grew wider.
"Ah so the waitress is curious. Actually, I was thinking about why is it that you," he leaned in even closer to Lucy, making her breath hitch, "captured my attention almost instantly. I'm not sure if it was your sexy looks or your feisty personality, but either way…you intrigue me," he finished. Lucy took a stumbled step backwards, and almost fell down, but none other than Sting caught her, pulling her up, so that she could stand up straight. Lucy glared at him before giving him a curt nod and saying,
"Thank you."
"You're oh so welcome sweet cheeks," he responded, giving a lazy smile. Lucy's glare hardened.
"Do not call me that jackass," she growled. Sting only chuckled, and stood up straight shoving his hands in his gay-ass clothes.
"Yup. There's that attitude again. For a minute there I thought you had gone soft on me Blondie," he smirked.
Lucy glared at him full on, before deciding just to turn away and make no response. Sting grinned widely at her gesture.
"You know Lucy," he growled in her ear, suddenly right behind her making her jump high. But before Lucy could either turn around or take a step forward, Sting wrapped his arms around her, and held her close, with such a tight grip that it was almost impossible to let go.
"Sting…let. Go. Of. Me. Now," she snarled, struggling in his grasp, but she was only disappointed to find out that she could not move at all. When Sting's lips and nose buried itself into her neck, she jumped again. She did not like where this was heading…
"Y'know Lucy…no one is in this aisle. Guess no one here wants to shop for canned food in the morning…but…you know what that means, right?" he whispered in her ear, causing Lucy to tremble despite her hate for the situation she was in now.
"Sting…seriously…let go of me," she pleaded, fully realizing her situation. She could just not allow this…Sting heard her tone and smirked against her neck.
"What if I mark you?" he asked, with a hint of seductiveness. Lucy shivered, not liking that her body wanted that and also from not liking that idea. At. All.
"Don't do it Sting. Please…" she whispered, trailing off as Sting buried himself into her neck even more. She couldn't get out from this obviously-a-sadist's hands, and she wanted to so badly…but her body didn't.
Damnit, she thought, pissed off. Sting's smirk grew when he realized the authority that he held here, but he knew that she would be beyond pissed if he really did mark her, no matter how much he wanted to…
"Fine," he whispered just as softly as before. "I'll let go of you if you agree to go on a date with me this Tuesday," he said, finishing his declaration.
"Hell no," Lucy retorted, which just made Sting's grip on her tighter.
"Oh really? Well then I wonder what you're going to say to your co-workers and friends when they see a mark that you won't be able to cover up," he threatened. Lucy shivered again, despite her wishes not to.
"Fine, I'll go. This Tuesday? Fine. Now let me go before I scream rape," she hissed. Sting complied, and took a step back to let Lucy have space, also putting up his hands in defense.
He had expected that Lucy would agree, and that satisfied him. But what he didn't expect was when he felt a cold hard slap on his right cheek occur. Sting brought his hand up to his cheek, holding it, and looked at the disheveled blonde with pure shock.
She stood there, breathing in and out hard, with one hand still sticking out from the slap, and she wore a look of pure resentment on her face.
For the first time in his life, Sting was absolutely speechless, and was left standing in complete shock with wide eyes.
Lucy, who was royally pissed off, stalked off, before throwing something at Sting. Sting watched as she stormed off, and then bent down to pick up what she threw. He glanced at it, and learned yet another thing about the very intriguing blonde, and that was that she didn't break her promises. He smiled as he stood back up straight and pocketed the business card that Lucy carried around everywhere in case of job opportunities.
He would need to know her number to call her and ask about her address.
That was just the routine for schedules after all...no need to worry.
…...
The nerve of that jackass! How dare him! Well fuck him! Fuck his smirk! Fuck his cocky-ass attitude! Fuck those muscles! Fuck his gay clothing! Fuck his handsome blue eyes! Ahh! Just fuck him! Damnit!
I was mad.
Very, very mad!
However great my urge to go back and beat the shit out of him, the hunger was greater… far greater, and especially since that jackass distracted me!
I looked down in my basket, and shrugged, figuring this was enough to last a while. Plus I just wanted to get the hell out of here and away from him!
I quickly stalked towards the check out lane, grabbing random items from passing aisles. The lady smiled at me as she scanned each item…one…by one…I glanced around half expecting to see that the jackass followed me, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Good, he was the reason I'm leaving anyways, and the reason that I am currently starving. Ugh…damnit.
When the nice, slow lady finally finished scanning each item, I handed her the money and quickly left, hoping to just get home already.
As I stepped out into the cold, brisk air, I did faintly wonder what had happened to that asshole of a man, but I diminished that thought just as quickly as it had crossed my mind.
There was just no way in hell I was even going to consider thinking about him and that infuriating smirk of his.
I just shrugged, holding my few bags in my hands, as I walked back towards the apartment. I needed to get back so I could eat but geez…why the hell had I gotten so much food again? Ugh…
As I walked, I found myself thinking about collage, which I guess was a little strange, but I still didn't really know what I even wanted to be…well I did have a clue, but it was always a dim possibility that I wouldn't be able to become a writer, also due to the fact that I can't seem to finish a damn book…damnit.
And what about collage? Unlike others my age, I led a strictly scheduled life, and I rarely spent any time with friends other than those I worked with, and so far for the three years I have been at collage, I have gone to officially two parties, and in the end those parties really only contained book nerds who just stood around awkwardly all thinking that they were much weirder and nerdier than the rest, myself included.
However, I wasn't exactly shy around people, it just took a while for her to open up without either ripping their heads off first or just leaving them to continue talking.
That was another problem about "nerd" parties. Everyone talked about their own likes, and didn't really give a damn if you liked what they liked or not, but when they found out that you might have disliked well forget getting invited to their parties…I mean…I always went with Levy and usually just talked about books the entire time, so really the parties I've gone to weren't even real parties, but more like some formal meeting to discuss pleasantries and sip tea.
Quite sad actually…but another problem about me was the fact that I was also not a complete nerd, and did indeed have those moments where I could just be that total blonde girl or something like that, but I don't have a problem with that either.
I just want to be…me. And so far, no guy has even looked beyond the point of my chest to even get to know me, which was also another reason I hated guys like…like…Sting!
Ahh…a prime example, indeed.
Why were guys just…just complete jerks and why did they have to be so—
"Hey watch it!" a voice exclaimed interrupting my thoughts. I looked up so startled that I dropped my bags. It was a young man who looked to be in his late twenties, and at the moment he was currently glaring at me. I just mumbled a quick apology and bent down in order to get my food, but he continued on to say,
"Wow. Sorry. I didn't realize the person who had bumped into me was so…hot," he said, appreciatively. I froze. His tone of voice…why did it remind me of an even bigger asshole than none other than a certain blonde who I had just talked to? Except…this guy was not playing around.
Don't be ridiculous Lucy. He is just complimenting your… "looks". You have gotten it before, and it has always been all right. No need to freak out just because of a certain event that happened not too long ago in a grocery store, the little nagging voice in my head said, reassuring me.
I just gave the man a grim smile, but his eyes were so glued onto my chest I wasn't even sure if he even noticed.
I scowled, and crossed my arms protectively over my chest, moving the bags with me. Almost immediately, the man's eyes looked at mine, but almost just as quickly, they skimmed down over my body with a long, penetrating stare that made me want to just…shiver. I felt as if I was completely vulnerable, which in all honesty is perfectly ridiculous. I just sighed.
"Well bye then," I stated with a curt nod. I started to move past him, but right before I could, the asshole actually grabbed onto my arm to pull me back, and trust me…it was not at all like the other asshole's grab…no this one hurt.
"And where'd ya think your going?" he snarled in my face, taking down all acts of any security whatsoever. My eyes widened. Fuck. No way. I could just not be in this situation right now. No. Fucking. Way.
"I am going home, so if you'd excuse me, would you let go?" I hissed back politely, trying to shrug away from him. He gave a smile as if what I had said highly amused him or something, and he shoved me off the sidewalk and towards a wall of a house.
"But you ran into me and I think that I should get something in return for something so… annoying," he said, leaning into me. I froze, and gripped my shopping bags harder.
I needed to get out of this situation… now. B-but how?! As he sauntered even closer to me, he put both of his hands on either side of my head and with eyes focused on my chest, he actually started to lean down as if he were going to bury himself in my chest!
What. The. Hell?!
No way this was happening. I am fucking starving, and some perverted guy was not going to ruin it! I snapped, bringing my knee up to his stomach, making him double over in pain, and as he was bent down, I kicked him full force, and I could literally hear a weird ringing sound when I kicked his ear, knocking him to the ground.
I mean… at least this was one good thing from the martial arts training I had received when I still lived with my father…even though he had never been particularly proud of it…well damn him! And why the hell am I even thinking about him now?! I needed to get out of here, that's what I needed to do, but just as I started to turn, the man had stood up and slammed me hard against the wall. He was snarling and he bent down to stuff his head in my breasts.
Ah HELL no! However, when I tried to kick him again, he simply pressed his entire body into me more completely overcoming my ability to move since he was pressed so close to me.
This was…wrong. No. No. He continued to delve into my bra, and I squirmed. I could feel tears springing to my eyes. Damnit. And all because I bumped into him! Damnit! Why was I so damn clumsy?!
When the man brought his head back and grope my breasts, I could feel my tears falling.
Oh shit.
This was actually happening.
No. Fucking. Way.
Damnit!
W-why was this happening?! Why…why…why…
nonononononononononononononononononononononononono nonononononononononononononononononononononononono nonononononononononononoNO!
It shouldn't be like this! Damnit!
Wasn't this that part in all of those romance novels that I read where someone swoops in and saves the day?! Well where the fuck was he?!
And I hated the thought of even relying on someone else, but as the man's unwelcome hands continued to grope, and as my tears continued to fall, what else could I hope for?
I've only ever read about this in stories or as tragic stories…but now it was happening to me? What I feel like when this man was done? When he had his share?
What was h-happening…? I closed my eyes, trying to force the tears away, but they wouldn't leave. T-this wasn't fair. I was a good person I liked to believe…I mean…I stayed out of trouble and never slept around, so why me? Why…why…?
"Get the FUCK OFF OF HER!"
My eyes snapped open when I heard that voice. Sting…? Wha…? What the hell was he doing here?! And damnit, he was the one who was swooping in and saving the day?!
That just didn't…fit.
However, almost as soon as he said that, the molester in front of me, was immediately taken by the shirt and thrown off of me before he could even respond. Sting grabbed my wrists and pulled me off the side, mumbling something I couldn't understand before going back in to beat the shit out of the guy who was molesting me.
Molesting me.
Oh. My. Fuck.
I've been molested! I was… I was t-tainted… no no no no no no no no…
I focused back on Sting, and saw that he just knocked out the man, and as he turned towards me, he buttoned up my shirt, not taking his eyes from my face, but I couldn't move.
I mean…my life right now had been so happy and cheerful, and this jackass of a molester had to come and fuck it all up!
I looked up at Sting who was staring wide-eyed at me with such worried eyes, I was confused if it was rally even him, until I looked down and saw his clothes. Yup. It's still his ay ass clothes…and shit…why was I crying?
But they came down and down, and I couldn't stop. I reached out, sobbing, reaching for anyone, and when I felt contact, I immediately attached myself onto them for life support, as I cried.
Damnit. This was Sting, the complete jackass, and yet here I was, sobbing in his arms.
Why did it have to be like this?
"Fuck. Lucy…" Sting murmured, making me sob harder. I felt how tense he was, but he still held on.
Fucking jackass…
"Lucy…shit. It's okay…it's okay…I promise…"
However, that was all that I could hear as I felt my head drop and eyes droop…h-huh?
Fuck life.
….
Okay so a few things. And you should read this.
1) So, recently one of my good friends was raped at only fourteen years old. She is literally one of the nicest people that I know, and it happened only two days ago. So, as I was writing this chapter, I just got the news today, and BAM! My story went dark for a while there. Sorry. BUT, I promise that this will not be a dark story. I think that I just wrote this to show that even though one could be so "happy", bad things can happen to them, event though that truth is painful. I'm sorry if that upsets you.
2) Like I said, this story will not be a sad story and I will continue to write this as a funny, romantic, light humored story with some adult themes here and there :) Anyways, please do not stop following this story because all of a sudden it's super dark, because I promise that I will continue to write this as the same as ever.
3) I bet NaLu shippers SERIOUSLY hate me right now, right? Haha…umm well look forward to the next chapter ;)
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I hope that you continue to read on and hopefully the darkness is not freaking you out. It's just…it's just my friend okay? Sorry. I don't like spreading bad stuff around...like anger, hate, you know. Just wanted to update... I hate rapists. I. Hate. Them. :(
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