Just a note regarding the last chapter that I didn't put on, 'Juvia's obsession with Gray may be played for laughs, but imagine Fairy tail as a horror thriller anime. You wouldn't be laughing anymore.'
I am so proud of this story. I have way more reviews and follows and favorites on Chapter 10 of Fairy's House for Damaged Teens than I did on Chapter 28 of Acnologia. It makes me happy to know I'm improving. Keep supporting me ya'll!
Lucy crept through the hallway slowly. Natsu could only intertain her for so long and being cramped up in her hospital bed for a week was not her idea of fun in the first place. A good book was what she needed, and what she was about to get. Just imagineing the large tomes of knowledge the library held made her mouth water with need to read. She quickened her pace.
Ten more steps. Ten more freaking steps and she would've made it. But of course, Lucy's luck was taking a turn for the worse here of late.
A hand on her shoulder made her blood run cold. It was ten at night, most patients were in their rooms and even then she didn't know any of them whose hands were quite this large. Turning she swallowed down the urge to run, and the scream that would accompany it. "H-how did you get in here?" She said instead, shifting from under the man's hand to face him.
His stern face betrayed no emotion as he answered, as if it were obvious, "I walked in. Even lowly people such as these know not to cross a man such as myself. And yet I'm surprised the institution I trust such a precious asset allowed my entrance so easily. I may need to reconsider your treatment facility." He thought for a moment, taking Lucy's unreadable face as one of confusion.
"Oh, I'm sorry." He said, a small hint of condesending content tinging his otherwise stoic voice. "You can't hear me can you? And here I was calling you an asset." He looked her over with contented eyes. "Ah well, an asset is an asset. Even if they're your wretched, insufferable, waste of good oxygen, daughter. I can say that since you can't hear me."
Lucy all but growled. Her throat hurt too much to say anything, although she understood every word. He was always like this after her mother's death. In his denial her father had accused Lucy of her death, something that carried on. She held back the tears that threatened to fall. He couldn't know she could read lips. He couldn't know that she could still play piano. He couldn't know, because if he did he'd take her back. Forcing her back into that pitiful life she spent so much time planning her escape from.
"I was pretty mad when you pulled that stunt, Lucy. Although switching the entrance forms of Magnolia High and Sabertooth Academy wouldn't have been that hard. Taking the tuition money for Saber and using it to pay for an apartment off Magnolia campus was pretty clever. But you just had to go and get yourself deaf. I'll bet you did that to smite me, didn't you? So you wouldn't have to play for me? You always were a cunning viper."
Lucy's tears flowed freely now. There was no stopping them. At the sight of her tears, Jude swelled. "Why are you crying, little viper?" He all but screamed. "I should be the one crying. Piano lessons, the finest tutors, Sabertooth Academy," He ticked them off on his fingers. "I payed for all of them. Do you know how much you owe me for just living!?"
That was the last straw. Lucy raised a shaking hand from her side and swiped it with all the force she could ever muster across his face. Her eyes aflame with rage she lifted a finger to his face. "I want you to leave." She said, her voice creaky and worn. "And I want you never to come back. I have no more to offer you except this." She slapped him again, turned on her heel, and marched the rest of the way to the library.
Jude stood there for a moment. He had really hoped it wouldn't have come to this, but he was a man who got what he wanted.
Lucy rifled her fingers over the spines of the books in the roamtic comedy section, loving the feel of the aged leather and paper beneath her fingertips. She mouthed to herself, "Read it, read it, read it, soooo good, read it, read it, read it, oh! Here's one."
She lifted he thin spine of the book off the shelf and in to her growing stack of books. Lumbering to the checkout desk she seated herself in the plush chair that sat behind Ms. Kinshee's desk. Ms. Kinshee wouldn't mind. Swiping the bar code reader across the backd of the books she began to think, flashing back to her childhood. Those lonely years without Mama that her love of escape into books began to develop further.
Without her knowing, a small tear escaped her eye. Her father did indeed know where she was. And, despite how she had hoped he wouldn't, he had come here to get her.
She was certain she had outlived her usefulness. Why now? Why did he want her back now?
A wedding. It had to be. That was the only thing she was good for now, marrying her off to a wealthy family was the only other way he could make money off her. And that was definitely why he was there. Money. It was the only reason he did anything.
And if she was correct, her days living here in peace were numbered.
Lucy's dads a little... okay a lot... OC. or not. IDK. I just know he's an ass.
