Intro

Trigger Warnings are needed. This is going to be a dark ride, and it does not start very slowly. Deals with abuse. You have been warned.

The glass panes of my bedroom window, separates me from the outside world. My reality, my life appears to be picture perfect to all. My house, with the white picket fence and grand front porch look like something out of a hallmark movie. The landscaping, and the décor outside matches it to a tee. Anyone looking from the outside would only see perfection. Inside, everything and everyone has its place. The family pictures placed throughout the hallways and living area; each showing a happy family. The large house can be intimating when first entering; However, for the last eleven years it has been my home with my family. My sister Fran or "Franny" is the jewel of my parents' eyes. She was planned and wanted. The perfect punctuation to complete their family story. Judy and Russel had it all planned out from the moment they said "I do" to each other seventeen years ago. They wanted the large plantation style home, perfect child, and wealth. They tell the story all the time during family dinners. They make sure I know that I was a mistake. I was not apart their grand plan in life. They don't treat me bad or abuse me in the physical sense. I just know that I was the mistake in their plan. Which is why, I am shocked when my daddy announces that we are going on a special vacation just for me and possibly also getting a puppy. I've been bouncing and unable to keep calm since we were all told the news. Hoping, that finally, they realize I am not a mistake but also their daughter. I think this is the first step to that. Maybe, I will actually feel like a part of this family. I also can't believe that we are finally getting a dog either. I've been praying and hoping for a golden retriever or a lab

"Lucy Quinn Fabray! Are you packed and ready to go?" My father bellows up the stairs. He is a tall man with dark hazel eyes. I have his eyes but everything else, I get from my mother. Franny doesn't have his eyes nor our mother's hair. She is a complete mix between the two in every other way though. With our age difference, she also doesn't have much to do with me. She is in high school and the most popular girl in school. I, on the other hand, am an outcast in elementary school. I rather have my nose in a book that whisks me away on a magical adventure than talking to my classmates.

"Lucy, move it!" Franny spits from the doorway as she passes by. My head snaps up from my luggage with my heart pounding in my chest. Rolling her eyes and huffing her discontent at me, she makes her way back to her room to get ready. I think she is jealous of me. This trip is for me. She didn't get one when she was my age. A smile appears on my lips as I realize that I am finally getting my wish for a family that wants me. I check my suitcase again to make I have everything, including my list of possible dog names. Smiling and nodding to myself, I zip up and bring my bag downstairs. I hid my stuffed lamb in the case also. Dad and mom don't know that I still sleep with her at night. She keeps the random nightmares away.

Placing my bag with the others, I wait by the front door ready and excited to go. Mom appears beside me from the kitchen "We are going to miss our plane if do not leave now!" She yells up to my sister and father. I smile at her to let her know I am excited. She doesn't seem to see me or make eye contact with me. "Mommy?" I smile at her. "I love…" She glances at me for a moment before noise of the stairs makes her turn away. "Franny. Russel. We are going to be late. Everyone to the car." Mom finally looks at me to make sure I grab my bag and head out of the house to the car. I catch her giving dad a kiss and my sister a reassuring shoulder squeeze.

Once at the airport and our baggage had been checked, we made our way to our terminal. I figured we would be going to some place like Florida. I've always wanted to visit Disney World and Universal Studios. Not even close though. We are headed to Mississippi and for the life of me, I cannot phantom what is there. The plane ride itself was uneventful at best. I at least got a window seat, so I could look out and see different landscapes and clouds pass by. Before I could blink, we were landing and grabbing our luggage to leave the airport.

The rental car was loaded down with our stuff, and we were off. I got little excited again when I thought that maybe we are picking up the puppy that was promised before we left. Maybe that was why we came to this weird place and not Florida. "Daddy?" My father looks at me through the rearview mirror and asks, "What is it, Lucy?" Glancing out the side window again, I take a breath and ask the question stirring around in my head. "Are we here to get a puppy?" A smile easily reaches into my eyes. He stares at me for another minute, and I think that I have caught him and figured out the surprise. "No, we are not here for a puppy." He looks over to his wife for a moment. "We are here for your surprise though." He smiles at me. For the first time, his smile gives me the chills. I am starting to have a bad feeling about this trip now. I just want to go home and crawl into bed and dream about the day I am old enough to leave everyone behind.

I don't say anything on the rest of the drive. I am too scared to ask any more questions. My mind has run wild with different scenarios that could happen. When the car finally comes to a stop, I look around expecting to see our hotel. It's not. It is a small house with a few cars parked in the driveway. Dad, mom, and Fran get out the car with no issues. I'm too curious to what is happening to move. "Lucy, get out now!" my dad orders. Exiting the car as fast possible, I stand in front of him. "Grab your bag" He barks out another order. I look at the others, and they are not getting their bags from the car. "Just mine?" Tears in my eyes, I whisper quietly enough just for him to hear. "Yes" he stands staring daggers into me. I swallow my nerves down and grab my bag and move back to him. He takes it from me and guides me towards the house. Mom and Franny follow behind us as we make our way onto the porch and knock on the door.

A man answers, he smiles at me, greets the rest of my family before eyeing me again. He gives me the creeps already. "Come in. Come in" he moves to the side, and we all enter. I probably would have already run away if it wasn't for my father's hand on me guiding me further in. Once inside, I see several men, women, and one that looks like priest standing around the living area. My mom and sister instantly take a seat in a couple of the chairs that have been setup for whatever this occasion is. Looking around more closely, it reminds me of a small wedding ceremony. My father placed my bag down behind the row of chairs, and the creepy man walks to the front of everyone and stands to one side of the priest. Before I realize what is happening, I am being pushed down the aisle towards him and the priest by my father. I turn to look at him and protest, but he squeezes me hard and moves me on my way. We stop in front of the priest and the creep. "Who gives this bride away?" The priest asks never looking at me, only at my father. My fear has paralyzed me. I am unable to move or speak. Tears are flowing freely down my face. I don't understand what is happening. I am only eleven years old; I can't get married. "Her mother and I do" comes his reply. No emotion or hesitation or anything else. The creep takes my hand, and I go to pull away from him. A blinding pain in my shoulder stops me, I turn to look at my father. "Daddy" I beg him to take me away from this place. Instead, he leans down to my ear and whispers "you belong to him now. Go now or you will regret it." Looking into my father's eyes, I see no warmth or sadness. I take a second and look to my mom and sister for help, but they are just as unmoving as him. I look back at the man who has my hand and shiver. Gulping, I let him lead me the rest of the way. There is no way out of this for me. No escape. My father sits with his family and stares at me. Warning me to behave with his eyes. So many thoughts are swirling around in my head that I have no clue what is being said around me. Not until, I hear the phrase that hits me like a wall of ice. "Do you, William Schuester, take Lucy Fabray to be your wife in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, till death do you part?" His smile sickens me as he says I do.

"Then by the power invested in me…" Wait! He didn't ask me if I do. What is happening? I look around to see if anyone else is confused. They all look happy and content. Someone, help me. I am too young to be married. "I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride." NO! My mind is screaming to make this stop. My first kiss is not going to be some creepy guy that I do not even know. His hands grasp my face forcing me not to move as he closes the distance between us. His stubble is itchy, and his cologne makes me want to puke. His lips cover mine, and I fight to move away. The hands holding me in place become harder, tighter. Making it painful to move at all. I feel his tongue trying to enter my mouth, so I clamp my lips tighter together.

When he finally releases me, I look to where my family is. However, they are nowhere to be found. They left me here with these strangers. "Mom! Dad!" I scream for them and go to run after them. I make it to the front door as I see their car driving away. Tears running down my face, I make the decision to run as far and fast as I can from here. Before I make it off the porch, a hand is pulling me back inside. "Where are you going Lucy?" His eyes bore into me as his grip tightens with each second. "I want to go home" I tell him as I try to rip my arm away from him.

He just pulls me closer to him and grips my other arm and hisses "you are my wife now. You belong to me. I am your home." Shaking me a little he forces me to look at him. "Do you understand me?" Not sure what else to do but nod. "Good. Now let's go back inside and say our farewells to everyone. We have a honeymoon to get to." His grin is huge as the last part is said. Honeymoon? I've seen people go on them in the movies and TV shows that I am allowed to watch but what happens once there, I am not sure.

I'm ushered into an older looking car, and I see my bag placed in the trunk. Closing my eyes, I wish this all away. Please make it just another bad nightmare. Please. I am brought out of my thoughts by the closing of the driver door. He grins at me once again before grabbing me and pulling me into him for another kiss. Releasing me "seatbelt", he says before securing his own. He backs out of the driveway, and we head off down the road together as I try to wipe away the memory of his kiss.