Lucy POV

"Lucy?" Sting's muffled voice drifted through her door, "Can we talk?"

There was a long pause before the large door creaked open. Sting slowly walked in with a tray of food. Lucy had been sitting in the same spot since the wedding was finalized. It been a week since then. How she managed to stay there in that spot was completely incredible in a horrific way. At this point she didn't acknowledge the people who entered her room. Jude never came so it would never be a problem.

"Lucy?" Sting askes in a gentle voice, his face showing a great deal of concern. In the time Lucy had been back in this manor she has lost any look of happiness and the sparkle of hope in her eyes had died. Her eyes were glazed over and extremely dull. Her complexion pale and lifeless. "Lucy, talk to me please, tell me what to I need to do to get you out of this state."

Sting's pleas fell upon deaf ears. She wasn't there. Her body is but her mind is gone. She wears a look of defeat and there was nothing Sting could possible do to fix it. "You can't do anything,Sting. There's nothing left to do. It's too late to fix it." Lucy finally spoke, "The moment i stepped foot on this property my life was over, so what's the point?"

"That's not true and you know it." Sting responded, starting to get frustrated, "I don't get it. The Lucy I knew wouldn't let up until she was happy, The lucy i met wouldn't-"

"You don't know me sting, You don't know what I've been through. I'm tired, okay." She yells. "I'm tired of running, I'm tired of having to look over my shoulder everyday, I'm tired of fighting Sting! I can't do this anymore." Lucy's words drip with dread, "Why do you even care? I'm nothing to you, Just leave me alone. I've given up, it's time for you to do the same. I got away once and look where that got me. So, be smart, and leave while you actually have the chance."

Lucy hadn't even gotten up out of her chair, only briefly turning, and Sting took notice in this. "Get up." he said calmly.

"What?"

"I said Get. Up." He hissed between his teeth.

"W-why. I-I don't want to." She protested not wanting him to find what she tried so hard to keep from them all.

"Lucy get the fuck up. NOW!" Sting yelled causing Lucy to flinch in her chair. His eyes softened but he wasn't letting up, he needed to know what was going on. He was staring intensely at the blonde and she looked away to avoid his heavy stares. She looked down at her blanket covered legs, gripping the cover in her balled fist. Tears brimming at the corners of her eyes.

"I can't" She whispered almost inaudibly.

"What do you mean you can't. Lucy, move the blanket." He demanded, wanting to know what she was hiding.

"No, please no." Lucy pleaded but Sting wasn't having it. "Just leave it Sting, p-please." She was terrified, her voice trembling, she was truely breaking inside.

Sting turned her chair so she was fully facing him. His hand stayed gripped to the back of the chair and his face was inches away from Lucy's. "Lucy, take the blanket off. Either you do it or I will rip it off." Lucy held her ground, not moving to take the blanket off her legs. Sting got angry and yanked the blanket off her, and saw why she kept them hidden. Lucy gasped and reached for the blanket but Sting had thrown it away from her.

"Lucy? What happened? Who did this to you?" Her legs were covered in red tainted bandages. Her skin was pink in placed where they had healed but the cuts were all over. Sting couldn't look away.

"He did. I'm so, so sorry sting." Lucy sobbed. She had tried to get up but her legs wouldn't stop shaking and soon gave out. Sting had caught her and carried her to the bed. "I d-don't know how he knew but he came an-and wouldn't stop. I'm so sorry." Lucy cried into Sting's shoulder and he just let her cry. It seemed to be everlasting, his heart broke for her. How could her father do this to her. His own flesh and blood. He not only emotionally damages her but physically abuses her.

It had seemed days had passed when Lucy had finally stopped sobbing and dozed off into a peaceful slumber. Sting gently laid her down and got up to grab the blanket she was previously used to cover her legs. He drapped the cover over her and crept out of the room, Pulling out his phone and dialing a number. The phone rang twice before it was picked up.

"Hey, we gotta talk"

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Author's note: Hey guys, I know, I know. I kind of fell off the face of the planet. School had taken up a ton of my time and i didn't have time to sit down and write. I finished Sophomore year and my first semester of college, exciting right? But i promised to finish this story and I will. It was a little short but I hope you like it.

-Mellow