* Don't own OITNB. However, I do own this story…really. Do not steal. I will cut you. Nevertheless, if you do want to check out other stuff that involves this universe, check out my one-shots. And don't forget #RUCY*

Chapter 11

"That color does nothing for your complexion, dear," Lucy's mom taps a perfectly polished nail upon her red coated lips, "I should talk to someone."

"Don't be ridiculous, Marian," Lucy's stepfather, Bob, places his arm around his wife, a smile etched under his thick mustache. Once, when life was different, he had been Lucy's chorus teacher. He dresses like a stereotypical high school teacher; ugly multicolored sweater with a brown blazer on top. Even acted like one. Any day now, Lucy expected to get a letter in the mail saying how he had taken in a group of poor street kids- teaching them to sing and the meaning of life.

"You look paler," Marian goes on, "Are they feeding you? Getting enough sleep?"

"Marian, she is fine."

"Lucy," Timmy pushes her into her room, "Jasper has been gone for a week. I am tired of your mopping. You are going to get dressed. Jessica and I are going to wait downstairs. And we are going out. Am I clear, maggot?"

"Sir, yes, sir," Lucy giggles and closes her large white door behind her. She walks over to her walk in closet and frowns. Her mother was very disappointed in Lucy's lack of interest when it came to shopping; therefore, she had placed the task in her own hands and bought what she sought fit for her only daughter. It consisted mainly of dresses. Lots and lots of dresses.

Her small fingers trail along the cloth as she makes it closer to the back, to the purple one. Out of the clothes she picked out, she only owned three dresses: a purple, a blue, and a red one. The purple one had a scoop neck and a-lined from just above the hips, stopping at the thighs. No design. Just purple. Lucy also picks out a black pushup bra and matching underwear.

Her friends found it funny that her mother went out more than she did once Jasper had been forced to leave. Nevertheless, truth was, she felt as if half of her soul had been taken with him. Her mother's expectations of her raised even more, now that the man she was going to marry went off to a good college to get a medical degree. She expected the same of Lucy. Good college, marriage, than grand kids. Who cares if you know how to cook, do laundry, any basic living skill, as long as you go to a good college, get married, and have children.

Since her father left them, it had been the one advice her mother would give her, which quickly turned into a forced life plan.

"You don't want to end up like me, Lu?" she would say, bottle always seeming to appear in hand "Living off your parent's money. Marrying some guy who didn't care about you, but can through a football half a field. Love, it is an idea, Lu. Making things work…now that, that is how relationships survive."

Lucy finishes curling the ends of her hair and then pulls on her 'slut heels,' a pair of black pumps, which still made her shorter than everyone else is. Quickly, she makes her way down the stairs to the living room.

"Draw me like one of your French girls," Jimmy says, sprawled along her mother's white plastic covered couch, causing both Jessica and her to laugh at his cliché joke.

"Are you ready to leave, Rose?" Lucy asks, reaching her hands out towards him. He takes them with a smile and stands up. Together they walk to Jimmy's car and leave for the party. Once a month, the worst teacher of Yolbreak High School goes out of town. So, once a month, his only son has a party. Everyone goes, because who wouldn't want to fuck up the most hated man in the town's house.

The lawn is already filled with cars, as well as most of the street. They end up parking a few houses down and hike up the hill in their fancy clothes, to the party. The door, once more is already beaten in, soon to fall off the hinges. The smell of alcohol and smoke swerves through the sweaty young crowds and into everyone's noses.

"This is going to be fun," Jessica's sarcasm does not seem to register with Jimmy as he excitedly agrees with her. The whole house seems to vibrate with the beat of the random dubstepped music. Slowly, they push their way to the kitchen to grab drinks. As Lucy reaches for a beer, a large hand places itself on her shoulder, and turns her around.

"There's my baby doll," his words were yet to be slurred, but his body still wobbled. His black hair was fluffed more than usual, a problem that occurred when he runs his hands through his hair too much. His tan seemed to be darker than usual, despite the almost winter season. He wore a button down white shirt, sleeves rolled up, dark green pants, and converse.

"Hello, Eric," Lucy address her secret ex boyfriend, with a frown.

"You look beautiful," he says leaning in closer to her, "I always like it when you wear dresses. Much more attractive than a hoodie."

"That's nice," Lucy says, taking a swig of her warming drink.

He takes her dainty hand in his, "Come, dance with me."

"I don't," she says, trying to take her hand away, "I don't think so."

"Come on, Jasper isn't here."

"That doesn't matter," Lucy pulls her hand once more, this time succeeding, "It would be wrong. I…"

"It's just a dance."

It isn't until she has a few more drinks in her, does she finally agree to dance. But it wasn't just a dance. He takes her upstairs, promising to show her something. They make their way into a empty bed room.

"I promise," He says, "this will be fun."

"What are you doing, Eric?" she slurs, as he pushes her onto the bed, "What were you going to show me?"

He lays her down and it finally hits her. She pushes up against him. However, a fairy is not strong enough to push a giant away. Eric reaches down to the bottom of her short dress and pulls it up to her stomach.

"Eric, stop, please," She begs, trying to push the larger man away. However, he pulls the rest of the dress over her head and places rough kisses across her chest.

"Really, beautiful," he whispers, taking her wrists into his left hand and holding them above her head. She tries to kick him, but he pins her down with his legs. Fear fills her eyes as she screams, but is soon cut short, when he covers her mouth with is greedy lips, forcing his tongue in, making her gag.

With his right hand, he undoes his pants and pulls out his member. Mascara filled tears begin to fall from Lucy's face. He pushes himself in. She tries to scream, but he covers her mouth with his meaty hand.

She should not have drank that much. She should have stayed with Jimmy and his boyfriend or Jessica and the other dancers. She should have never gone out. She should have left with Jasper, when he asked. There were lots of things, that she should have done, but none of them would have stopped this moment from happening.

Eric zips up his pants and leaves. Lucy quickly pulls back on her dress and leaves. She runs down the stairs and to Jimmy, who is outside. He sees her makeup stained face and they quickly find Jessica, before leaving.

Lucy does not say a word in the car. Jimmy does not stop apologizing however. He wants nothing more to help her, but he does not know how.

Jimmy drops her off at her mother's house. Her mom is backing home. Lucy slowly makes her way inside. She closes the large wooden door behind her and takes off her heels.

"Where were you?" Her mother says, still dressed in her date attire, her arms crossed in front of her chest, anger in her eyes. Lucy doesn't answer.

"I said, where were you?" the older woman questions again, yet does not receive a reply, so she walks over to her daughter.

"Lucy Elaina McCoy, you answer me, when I am speaking to you," her mother's hand comes down, slapping her across the face, "you were not supposed to leave this house."

"I'm sorry," Lucy says, looking down towards the floor.

Lucy looks down towards the table. No, she is not fine. Yes, she probably has gotten paler. Yes, they were feeding her. Yes, she needed more sleep.

"Jasper is sorry her couldn't make it," Marian says, leaning towards her new husband, "He had a doctor's appointment; a doctor having to go to a doctor- it's ironic."

"It is, isn't it, honey?" Bob say with a smirk.

"You know, Lucy," the older woman continues, now leaning towards the table, taping her nails against the metal, "I'm sure you could still get into NYU, once you get out of here, of course. Get back on track to our goal. Everyone goes though a bump in life. This is your bump. I bet Jasper's mom will even let you teach a few dance classes for money. It is something you know how to do. Maybe even get back into dance. How does that sound?"

"Great," Lucy grits through her teeth.

"All right," A CO calls from behind them, and Lucy sighs in relief, "Time's up."

Lucy gets up quickly and leaves the visitors room, a frown on her face. She makes her way to the Suburbs and sits on Morello's bed. Both Nicky and Morello look at her in pity.

"I hate her," Lucy says, bringing her legs to her chest, "I literally hate her."

Nicky only laughs, knowing what it is like to not have the mother of the year. Morello places a hand on Lucy's shoulder, "It's alright, Lucy. You got it over. Just like a band aid."

"Good news," Nicky says, causing Lucy to lift her head to her puffy haired friend, "tonight's taco night…really this time."

The girls talk about food- the food here, the food they miss… Abruptly Morello stands up, "Oh my, I just realized, I have to drive Miss Rosa to the hospital… I'll see you guys later."

Once she is gone, Nicky makes her way over to Lucy and sits beside her, "So, I was thinking about your problem."

"Oh?" Lucy says, sitting up a little straighter.

"More than thinking actually," Nicky says, " I actually went to the library. I was looking up some disorders…and I was thinking bipolar, but I don't think that's right. So then I was like, maybe she has a multiple personality. But that wasn't it either."

"So?" Lucy questions, "Already going straight for the crazy disorders."

"Well," Nicky says, with a smile, "You're not exactly sane."

"True."

"Then I found it," Nicky says, picking back where she left off, "You said something about manipulation… well I think you could have Histrionic personality disorder."

"A what?"

"Yeah, it says it usually begins early adult-hood, which is around where you are now. It causes you to flip a switch when you want appreciation- makes you a manipulative bitch to achieve your own needs. So, I was thinking, you could make an appointment to see the doctor and bring up this disorder…maybe there is a test you could take."

"Thank you, Nicky," Lucy says, her arms wrapping around her friend- truly happy that this woman cared enough about her….that Nicky just cared about her in general.

"And maybe you should talk to Red," Nicky says as the pull apart, "About this…"

"I don't know, Nicky."

"If you to really care about each other… I mean from what you've told me, she obviously has an idea something is wrong with you."

"You're right," Lucy says, nodding her head.