Hello everyone! *waves* I hope you guys had a great weekend! Happy Monday Night Raw...cough...I mean Drew xD I appreciate you're continued support...it means the world to me!
So this chappie...is a little all over the place and you'll see why as you continue to read. I'm going to leave it at that and begin my night with watching Raw!
I do not own anyone affiliated with the WWE. I only own Lucy.
Enjoy!
Previously...
Drew takes my hand and holds it in both of his larger ones, "if you don't mind me asking, why the sudden change in behavior towards me? Last night, you were absolutely terrified of me and wanted me nowhere near you and now, you're calling me by my name like I asked in the beginning and you are allowing physical contact between us. So why? What's changed?" He asks me and I become nervous in answering him.
I look up at Drew with nervous eyes and look down at our joint hands before looking back up at him, "when you got into bed last night…you woke me up. I pretended to stay asleep so I didn't have to continue to see you be so upset with me for earlier in the day," I begin to explain to Drew and his brows furrow slightly at my explanation, but they soon hold recognition in them at where I'm going with my answer.
"Wait, so you heard everything I said to you? You know that I kissed your forehead, not once, but twice and you let me hold you," he says, still trying to register that I'm aware of everything that transpired last night.
I nod my head up at him, "and I cuddled up into you on my own, not because I was shifting in my sleep," I tell him and disbelief crosses his face. "I may still be wary around you, but after hearing what you said last night is why I'm okay with this. I–I've never had a mans touch before and when you said what you did, I wanted to know what it felt like to be held in someones arms. I'm sorry it was without your knowledge, but I couldn't help myself," I tell Drew and he takes my hand he has a hold of and presses a small kiss to the back of it without removing his eyes from mine.
"Is that okay?" He asks me, quietly, nerves in his tone. Almost as if he were afraid I'd reject it.
I subtly nod my head, but he still sees the gesture and I can see and feel the tension leave his body, "just don't do anything more than that…please," I tell him just as quietly.
Drew presses another kiss to my knuckles with a smile before releasing my hand, "of course. And it's alright. At least now you know how I really feel," he tells me and I smile up at him.
"I do," I reply, but allow my smile to grow smaller with my next question.
Drew's brows furrow at my dying smile, "what is it?" He asks me and I sit down in the chair nearest me before looking up at him, "who…who is Jenny?" I ask Drew and he stands up a little straighter before taking the seat next to mine.
I turn to him and quietly wait for his response. After his patience with me, it's the least I can do for Drew. His eyes have a far away look in them, until he looks over at me and heaves a big sigh, releasing the air through his nose.
"Jennifer…Jenny, was my first wife," Drew says and I nod my head once when I had a gut feeling that that is who I thought she was.
"What happened to her?" I ask in a whisper and when he doesn't respond right away, I add on, "you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
"No, it's alright. It just still seems so fresh in my mind. I lost Jenny back at the beginning of last year to a wolf. It was a lone wolf, so I'm assuming that is was exiled by it's pack. We were traveling home and it came out of nowhere," Drew says and pauses for a few moments, having to compose himself. I watch with sad eyes as he seems to be reliving the moment. I reach out and place a hand on his knee to gather his attention.
"If it is too much, you don't have to explain it. I can only imagine how terrible it was and I don't want you to have to relive that," I tell him with sincerity in a gentle voice. He flashes me an almost nonexistent smile and shakes his head, ignoring the out I gave him.
"I need to talk about it. I haven't since the event happened," Drew says and I sit back silently, giving him all the time he needs, "it happened so fast. I acted right away, but I still wasn't quick enough. Her screaming my name, the fear in her eyes knowing that she was going to die and that there was nothing I could do," Drew tells, reliving the nightmare. He tries to fight the onslaught of emotions that plague him, but they are just too much and tears start to fall from his eyes.
Tears start to fall from my own eyes as he continues to tell me what happened to Jenny, "there was so much blood," he rasps out, "I know I was the last thing she saw before the life left her eyes. I managed to kill the bastard, but I hate that I wasn't quick enough. I feel like I failed her," he whispers.
I get up from my seat and fall to my knees in front of Drew, placing a hand once more on his own knee and look up at him. The contact causes him to look down at me and I can see the despair at the loss of his wife swimming in his eyes.
"You didn't fail her. There was nothing you could have done, Drew and I'm sure she knew that. It was all too quick and sudden. You got instant revenge by killing it and I know she wouldn't want you to beat yourself up because you had no control over it; if I was in her position, I wouldn't want you to either," I tell him and Drew grabs my hand, holding it in a viselike grip. I tighten my hold on his hand as well, letting him know he's not alone.
"I know, it just hurts so much," Drew says as his tears continue to fall.
"I know it does and it's going to for a very long time. She was your wife, that's never going to change. She loved you and she knows you loved her just as much. She lives here now," I tell Drew, placing my free hand over his heart, "and she always will," I say, trying to calm him and hopefully make him feel better.
Drew nods his head and tries to wipe the tears from his eyes. I always managed to have a handkerchief in the pocket of my dress and I pull out the clean one that I do have, that I just happened to grab the morning of the day I fled from my father. "Here, use this. It's clean…I promise," I tell Drew, cracking a small smile which pulls a tiny chuckle from him.
"Thank you, love," he says in gratitude.
"You're welcome," I reply. I quickly decide it's my turn to share something with Drew, after what he just revealed to me. "I…well–I know it's not the same thing. Not even close to being the same, but I never met my mother; she died giving birth to me. It's why my father treats…treated me the way he did. He blamed me for killing her. He still does," I tell Drew quietly, almost as if I were telling a secret I wanted no one else to hear.
Drew provides me with a troubled look, but it's also filled with confusion and what looks to be like anger. This time around, when I see the anger glow in Drew's eyes, I don't cower away from him. "Why does he blame you for her death?" He asks me.
I shrug my shoulders with a shake of the head, "I don't know. I wish I knew. But I do know, it's why he's treated me the way he has my whole life. I accidentally burnt dinner the other night and thats where this came from," I explain, pointing to my lip. Drew's eyes follow my finger and his eyes become hard once more.
He reaches out and lightly touches the wound on my lip. It doesn't hurt as much as it did yesterday. "I'm so sorry, Lucia. You don't deserve to be treated that way, especially not from your own father," Drew tells me, drawing back his arm as he stares at me with a look I cannot make sense of.
"It is what it is. I cannot change the past; I can only go forward. And it's Lucy…call me Lucy," I tell him and Drew gives me a half smile, half grin at my request.
"Yes ma'am," Drew replies, but his smile is short-lived, "still, you should not be treated so poorly for something you had no control over. Perhaps you were brought here…to me…for a reason," he says, slowly, cautiously. Almost as if his comment will destroy the progress between us.
I return to my seat and look down at my hands, playing with my fingers to avoid eye contact with Drew. "Yes…perhaps," I reply indifferently and get up from my seat almost immediately, needing to put space between myself and Drew. "If you'll excuse me, I–I need some air," I announce and quickly leave the confines of the tent and away from Drew.
There is something about Drew that I cannot shake and it is frightening the hell out of me. I need to get away from him, I can't allow him to break down all of my walls that I built within the last 20 years in just a little over a day. My heart hammers in my chest and I hurry to a river I saw when being carried here, not too far away from camp.
I breeze past Randy who calls my name, but I ignore him, "Miss Lucia. Where are you going? Is everything alright?" He asks, following me to the river and I continue to ignore him.
I sit at the edge of the bank and try to compose myself as I catch my breath, when I hear Randy come up from behind me. "Miss Lucia," Randy says, out of breath himself for chasing after me, "What is it? What happened?" He asks me, sitting down next to me a few feet away, giving me space and I couldn't be more thankful to him for it in that moment.
I pick a blade of grass and play with it in my hands as I look out at the wide river. He sits there and pulls his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them and looks back and forth between myself and the water…waiting for me to respond to him.
"I–I got overwhelmed and I panicked. I needed to get away from him," I say, picking another blade of grass and destroying it like I did the first one.
"From Drew?" Randy asks, perplexed by my answer and I nod my head without looking over at him. "But why?" He asks again, genuine curiosity and confusion in his tone.
"Ive only been around one man my entire life; my father and when Drew was suddenly catapulted into my life…or I should say I was into his, he showed me not all men are horrible. You included," I tell Randy, looking over at him before I look back out to the river, "the thought of even getting close to him terrifies the hell out of me," I confess quietly, wrapping my arms tightly around my legs.
"May I ask why?" Randy asks again, his voice gentle, "I ask, because he couldn't stop talking about you last night, even though he didn't have a clue as to who you were. He's intrigued by you, more than anything."
I look over at Randy, to find him already watching me, "my father drilled into my head that no one would ever want me or want anything to do with me. That no one ever could or will love me. So when Drew showed any type of attraction towards me and implied that I was brought here…to him…for a reason, I panicked," I explain.
Randy continues to look at me, but his expression changes subtly, "could you perhaps be attracted to him like he is you and you don't know how to act upon it?" He asks me and my eyes widen at his assumption. "He told me how you got that busted lip and I've never seen him that infuriated in so long. He's mad about you, you know," Randy tells me as if he is talking about the weather.
I release a breathy laugh at his admission, "I believe me, I know he is. He told me so last night when he thought I was asleep," I reply.
"And let me guess, you're not exactly thrilled that he wants something with you…to be with you," Randy concludes and I shake my head.
"I don't know, Randy. I don't know anything anymore. I've been verbally, physically and emotionally abused my entire life and then to have someone show me nothing but kindness and affection. What am I suppose to do with that? I don't know how to trust anyone or be in the vicinity of a man without fear of being hit for something small that I did," I express to Randy like word vomit and a shocked expression can be found on his face.
Suddenly out of the corner of my eye, I see Randy look over his shoulder behind us and somehow, I know it's Drew. I look over in the direction Randy is looking and sure enough, a few yards away, Drew stands with his stare directly on me and his eyes are sad.
"See? When he looks at me like that, I don't know what to think because I know I put that look there," I whisper to Randy and look back out at the river with a shaky breath.
Randy looks back and forth between me and Drew, but I can't even bring myself to look at Randy again. "Give me a minute, okay?" He tells me and I nod my head, still refusing to look over at him.
Drew POV
I watch Randy look back and forth between me and Lucy before he says something to her. She nods her head, but doesn't look over at him or myself. I just wish I knew what I said or did to make Lucy flee the way she did. It seems like I'm always screwing up where she is concerned.
All of a sudden, Randy gets to his feet and makes his way towards me. I stand up straighter upon his approach and take my eyes off of Lucy as he approaches me. "Is she okay?" I ask, upset and worry flowing through me for Lucy and I put my eyes back onto her.
Randy rubs the back of his neck as he looks back over at Lucy, "oh yeah, she's fine. I just think she is terrified to be around you," he tells me. I whip my head in his direction and a look of despair crosses my face at his news and my eyes fall back onto Lucy with sadness, thinking that I've lost her before I even had the chance to have her.
"She's terrified of me? I don't know what I did to make her fear me so much. I was doing everything I could, to make sure she wasn't afraid of me," I say with defeat in my voice.
"No man, you heard me wrong. She's not terrified of you, she is just terrified to be around you and I think I have a good idea of why," Randy tells me and I look over at him, demanding with my eyes that he tell me.
"Well?" I say, becoming more aggravated by his delay in answering me.
"I have no doubt she feels something towards you or for you, she just doesn't know how to act upon it, then again…I understand why. She did briefly tell me about her father, so it makes sense. She also did tell me that she's afraid to get close to you because of the bullshit her piece of shit father spouted to her," Randy tells me and I look at Lucy's back with sadness.
"Let her come to you, man. Don't become overbearing in showing how you feel. I think that's one of the things that is throwing her off; she doesn't know how to respond to it, but to flee. Make it known that you don't plan on giving up; keep being yourself, just less intense when you're making your feelings known and I'm sure she'll come around sooner rather than later," Randy explains to me and it does make sense.
I nod my head absentmindedly at his words and look over at him, "thanks, man."
"Anytime, brother. I'm gonna go, now. Leave you two be, just don't come off too strong when you get over there, she is still pretty shook about what just happened," Randy says.
I nod my head, "she didn't seem to be afraid of being near you," I make the point of saying, when I saw them sitting at the river bank when I walked up.
"That's because she doesn't feel anything for me. I can see in her eyes, she sees me as just a friend. Maybe a protector, when need be, but that's it. Now go," he tells me, nodding his head in Lucy's direction.
I take a deep breath and let it out through my nose before I slowly walk down towards where Lucy is sitting. I'm sure to keep a reasonable distance between us, so I don't spook her.
She is startled out of whatever place she brought herself when I take a seat next to her. "Sorry," I say to Lucy with a small smile, "I didn't mean to frighten you," I tell her and look out to the water.
"It's alright. It was my fault; I was in my own little world," she tells me and I can feel her eyes on me. I look over at her and I find curiosity within her brown orbs.
"No, it was mine. I should have made my presence known. Is everything okay?" I ask Lucy. She blushes at my question and looks back out to the water.
"I–I don't know what you mean," she replies quietly.
I turn my body towards Lucy, putting all of my attention on her. I know what Randy told me, but she can't continue to pretend that there isn't something there.
"Yes you do, Lucy. You wouldn't have fled from me if there wasn't something wrong. You need to stop lying to yourself, otherwise you'll be running for the rest of your life," I tell her, trying to hide the exasperation from my tone.
She turns her head in my direction so quickly, it takes me a moment to register the annoyance and anger she holds in her eyes. "How dare you speak to me that way. I don't care if you are king or not, I will not allow you to speak to me like that. And I am not lying to myself," she argues and I cut her off.
"Yes, you are, Lucia," I say and she looks shocked that I used her actual name instead of what she told me to call her. "I get it, that you're scared and that you don't know what to think. But you can't deny or run away from your feelings," I tell her and she scoffs.
"And how would you know what I'm feeling? You don't know me," Lucy counters harshly and I shake my head with a humorless chuckle.
"Because I feel it, too, Lucy. There is something between us and I know you feel it because otherwise you wouldn't have ran. You wouldn't look and act so scared of your feelings. I understand why you are, but you can't let that control you, love. You'll drive yourself crazy. Just let me be there for you…please," I beg Lucy and she frowns at me.
"I can't," she whispers and I look at her in disbelief.
I slowly drag myself closer to Lucy and cup the side of her face, giving her no choice, but to look up at me. "Why not?" I ask her, all signs of annoyance and aggravation void from my being.
Lucy looks at me and tears start to well up in her eyes. They slip over her lids and down her cheeks and I wipe them away, "Why not, sweetheart?" I ask her again.
Taking in a shaky breath, Lucy lowers her eyes and nuzzles the palm of my hand that still cups her cheek, before she looks back up at me. "Because I'm afraid that this is all a dream and that I'll wake up back to the abuse of my father," Lucy whispers, brokenly.
I look down at her with apologetic eyes, "oh baby, I promise you that this isn't a dream. I am real, you are real…here with me…right now and this is real," I whisper back to Lucy and press a soft kiss to her forehead. "You'll never have to deal with your fathers abuse again, if I can help it," I tell her with determination. I know she probably doesn't believe me or trust me 100% and I'm alright with that, because I know I'm telling her the truth.
Lucy nods her head softly and rests her head on my shoulder, "thank you," she says and sniffles.
"You're welcome," I reply and place another kiss to the top of her head, "I know you still don't trust me and that you're not ready to act upon or acknowledge what is between us and that's okay. Take all the time you need and come to me when you're ready. I'm not going anywhere, Lucy," I promise her.
She nods her head once more and in the silence of the air around us, Lucy's stomach grumbles. I chuckle at the sheer volume of it and I look down at Lucy to see her face has turned as red as a tomato.
"Have you eaten anything, yet, today?" I ask Lucy and she shakes her head no.
"I have not," she replies with embarrassment, "Randy brought me straight to you after I woke up," she tells me, looking up into my blue eyes.
I stand up and hold my hand out to Lucy, to which she takes and with ease, I pull her to her feet, "well then, let's get you fed, shall we?" I say and Lucy smiles up at me.
"We shall," she replies and wraps a hand around my bicep, producing a tight grip on it as we make our way closer to camp. "How much longer are you and your men going to be staying out here? Surely, this isn't where you live," Lucy asks me and tightens her grip on my arm the second we make it back into camp.
I go to answer Lucy when I feel all of my men stop what they are doing and watch us as we walk through the pathways between the tents. "Unless there is an issue, which I know there is not, I suggest you mind your business, get back to work and leave me and the lady be! Don't make me have to repeat myself from this morning!" I bark loudly at my men and they scatter like cockroaches the moment their hiding spot has been discovered.
I look down at Lucy and she has her eyes squeezed shut with her head halfway buried into my chest, "Lucy," I whisper to get her attention, "it's alright, love. I'm sorry that you had to witness that," I tell Lucy, stroking her cheek. I tuck some of the free hair behind her ear so her beautiful face isn't hidden.
She opens her eyes to find me looking down at her with a small smile, "are you alright, love?" I ask her softly and she nods her head, returning my smile.
"I am," Lucy replies quietly, "I guess I have a feeling that I am going to have to get use to you yelling at them like that if I am to stick around, aren't I?" She asks with a small lopsided smile and her comment has my heart soaring; although I'll never tell her that.
I lightly chuckle and nod my head, "aye, yes, you probably will have to. A king always has to keep his men in check. Especially, when they are in the company of a beautiful lady, such as yourself," I reply and her cheeks burn a bright red.
Lucy once more, buries her face into my chest in embarrassment, "love, there is no need to be ashamed or embarrassed about being called beautiful…because you are…extremely beautiful," I tell her softly but with confidence.
Looking up at me, Lucy has a shy look on her face, "I–I'm going to have to get use to that too, aren't I?" She asks me and I grin down at her.
"Beautiful and intelligent," I reply, "I may just have to watch my back around you, pretty girl," I say to Lucy and she looks at with with bewilderment.
We make it to the food tent before she can respond to my witty remark, but upon entering doesn't stop her from voicing her opinion. Lucy releases her hold on my arm and I instantly miss the contact, but I don't let it show.
She looks at me with such conviction in her eyes, it makes me proud to be able to say I know this woman. Yes, she may be shy, submissive and fragile, but I can also see a fire burning deep within her and once it's unleashed, there is no telling what she can or will use with it. If Lucy gives me half the chance I hope she does, she will fit perfectly by my side and rule Scotland alongside with me.
I don't let my hopes and thoughts get the better of me as she continues to look up at me. "I would never dream of doing such a thing to you. Not only have you taken me in and become patient with me, you are my king and I would never attempt any ill-will towards you." Lucy tells me with such passion, I have to bring her back to the present by lightly grabbing both of her arms.
"Lucy," I call her name, but she doesn't hear me, so I try again, "Lucy…love," I say, giving her just a tiny shake to get her attention and it seems to work, because she looks up at me completely startled; her body is as stiff as a board. "I was just joking, with my comment, but it means a lot to me to know that you would never do such a thing to me. And I you," I tell Lucy calmly and release my hold on her, only to gently run my fingers through her long brown locks, "I myself could never dream nor bring myself to do anything so horrendous to you. I'd rather take an arrow than to ever treat you that way," I tell Lucy and she gives me a look I can't decipher.
"Drew…my king. Please, stop. Don't say such nonsense. While I appreciate you returning the fact that you would never treat me so horribly, I draw the line where I'd allow you to take an arrow for me. That's just preposterous and I won't let it happen," Lucy argues and it takes everything in me not to smile at how cute she is being.
"Lucy, sweetheart, please. I don't want to argue with you about it, but if it comes down to it, I will be taking an arrow for you. Especially…" I say and then stop myself from saying what I want to say next, because lord knows how she'd respond to it.
"Especially…what?" Lucy asks me, weariness coats her tone and she back away from me to sit down at one of the many seats that surround one of the tables.
I take a deep breath through my nose and push it out through my mouth. Running a hand through my hair, I look down at Lucy to see her watching me as I battle with myself on what to say to her without frightening her.
I sigh, "especially…if you do," I begin and take another deep breath, "if you do decide to give me a chance…return my feelings and–and become mine. I wouldn't hesitate to take an arrow for you; I don't care how long we've known each other for, I take care of what is mine," I tell Lucy with conviction as I get to my knees in front of her, completely disregarding what Randy told me not to do.
"Drew. What are you doing?" She hisses at me with a worried tone, "get to your feet…please. I don't want you on your knees for me," Lucy tells me and looks around in a panic. She gets to her feet and tries to pull me up to mine, but I refuse to let her do so. I want her to know that I am serious with my admission.
Lucy continues to try and get me to my feet, but I'm just too strong for her, "damn it, Drew. Get to your feet, please. I'll never forgive you for this," she tells me and I almost give in to her threat, but I stay put. What I don't expect for her to do next, takes me by complete surprise.
Lucy gets to her knees in front of me and takes my hands in hers, "Drew, please. I beg of you; get to your feet. You are a king…MY king and you have no reason to be on your knees," she tells me.
Due to the size difference, I'm forced to look down at her from my position, "I do when the woman I am falling for refuses to listen when I tell her that I'd gladly take an arrow for her. No matter how painful it may be; it would be worth it, knowing she was safe," I reply to Lucy with so much determination, she breathes out in disbelief.
"Drew, please…get to your feet," Lucy whispers brokenly to me. "I am not even close to being worthy enough to have you get to your knees. Hell, no one is. It should be me who should be on their knees in front of you," she says so quietly, I almost don't hear her, but the words that come out of her mouth, have me looking down at her with upset eyes.
"Lucy…no. Don't you dare think that," I scold her gently and cup her face in my large hands, "you are much too precious to me to even fathom having you feel like you should get to your knees," I whisper and look at Lucy with a passion I didn't even know existed in me.
Grabbing my wrists, Lucy looks up at me with sad eyes, "what did I do, to have you treat me like I'm even worthy of having your love?" She asks, her voice cracking as a tear falls down her cheek.
"Because you are worthy of having my love. I've already told you, I don't care if I am king. I can't help who I fall for; I can't help who I want and want you…Lucy. However you'll let me have you. If I have to wait for you, I will," I tell her and Lucy looks up at me with such confusion. "I won't because I know you will not be okay nor comfortable with it, but I very much want to kiss you, right now," I tell Lucy and her breath hitches in her throat at my admission as I stroke her cheeks.
Lucy POV
"You are right, I am not comfortable with you doing that," I tell Drew with a shake of my head. While it scares me beyond measure, I do want Drew to kiss me; I'm just not ready for that yet.
"I know you're not, love. Which is why I am respecting your wishes not to. I do however, hope you are okay with me doing this," Drew tells me and leans his head in to press a kiss to my forehead before resting his own forehead against mine.
My breathing becomes ragged at Drew's extremely close proximity and I can feel his breath fan over my face. My heartbeat races a mile a minute and I want nothing more than to know what Drew's lips would feel like upon my own…I just can't. Not yet. But is this what it feels like to be touched intimately? To be cherished? I ask myself and I hear and feel Drew chuckle quietly.
"Cherished? Yes. Being touched intimately, not quite, but in a way it could be considered intimate," Drew says gently and pulls away as he pets my hair with such tenderness, it makes my senses feel like they are all over the place.
"Oh my god," I whisper out in horror and look up at Drew with scared wide eyes, "did I just say that out loud?" I ask mortified that my thoughts were spoken aloud. Drew smiles softly at me as he continues to runs his hands through my hair and I shake my head as I stand up and turn around and away from him. I walk back and forth, talking to myself under my breath at my stupidity for saying that out loud. And not just in front of anyone, but in front Drew.
"Lucy, love. It's alright," Drew says, standing up himself and stretches his hand out to lightly grab my bicep. He turns me towards him, so I am facing him head on and says my name once more to get my attention, "Lucy, please…calm down. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Honestly, I'm glad you did say that out loud, because now I know what is and isn't acceptable for you. We are moving at your pace and when you're ready, I will be here," he tells me.
I look up at him with wide eyes, "when I'm ready for what?" I ask Drew hesitantly. My heart starts to race for an entirely different reason now and I want to do nothing more now, but to run.
"For whatever it is you want…with me," Drew replies, sounding almost as hesitant as I did and I tilt my head at him.
"Why do you sound so unsure of yourself?" I ask Drew boldly and it's his turn to face away from me and sits at a table across from the one I was seated at. He looks down at the ground and holds his head in between both of his hands, before running them through his hair and looks up at me.
"Because I've never had to deal with this before, Lucy. That's why. You are giving me so many mixed signals, I don't even know how to act around you. I can do one thing around you and you're fine with it, then an hour later I could do the same thing and you're freaking out on me!" Drew exclaims and I flinch at his raised tone, backing away from him.
Drew sees my reaction and acts on that as well, "see! I can never do anything right, where you're concerned," he says in annoyance.
"Well, I'm sorry that I am such a burden to you! I didn't ask to be abused by my father my entire life! It's the reason I am the way I am and you know that," I justify and tears start to stream down my face.
Drew deflates upon seeing how upset I've become and gets up from his spot, only to make his way in my direction. However, I stop him before he can close the space in between us. "N–no," I croak, holding my hand out to keep him at bay, "don't come near me," I whisper and a broken, hurt and defeated look passes across Drew's face, but I can't find it in me to care. "You've made it abundantly clear that I am too much for you," I start to say and Drew cuts me off.
"That is not true, Lucy and you know it," he counters, "I'm just not use to having to deal with it," Drew says and I shake my head with a humorless chuckle.
"That's the same thing, my king...just worded differently," I whisper and the look on Drew's face would be the same as if I slapped him hard across it. I get up from my own seat and continue to look at him, "this was a mistake," I say quietly, but Drew heard me regardless and a panicked look flashes across his features.
"Lucy…no," he whispers brokenly and shakes his head as tears of his own fall down his face, "please don't do this," Drew begs me and I look at him with sad eyes.
"I've overstayed my welcome and I can see I've been nothing but a thorn in your side since being brought here," I say and Drew cuts me off.
"Lucy, no! Please," Drew cries and I ignore his pleas and shake my head.
"Thank you for your hospitality, but I'd rather be back with my father and continue to be treated like dirt than to be looked at like a charity case and be treated as if being around me is like walking on eggshells," I say sadly, wiping the tears from my eyes.
"No…Lucy. You are so much more than that. Don't do this, please," Drew rasps and takes a step towards me, but I back further away from him with a shake of the head.
"Goodbye, Drew," I speak just above a whisper and flee from the confines of the tent and Drew begging me to stay.
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