Chapter 4-
Lucy's POV
By 10:00 that night everyone was back in their cabins. Except Ezra. He was unconcious for about 7 hours. But he had finally gained conciousness again. Lucy was sitting outside of the main building at a picnic table. She was supposed to be doing homework but her mind kept drifting off her work. She was pretty startled when Peter showed up standing next to her and said, "Mind if we talk?" Lucy shrugged and Peter sat down. "I haven't gotten any of your files yet and your step dad only told me you've had a tough life. What's that mean?" Lucy just shrugged, "Come on. It's okay, you can tell me."
Lucy's eyes fell, "Um . . . when I was about 2 my . . . um, my dad left my mom and I. My mom got remarried when I was 4 and she and my step dad weren't the greatest."
"What do you mean? Weren't the greatest." Peter asked. Lucy wished he would just stop asking questions. Sooner or later the truth would come out. Probably as soon as the records came Peter would know . . . if he didn't know already and was just putting up a front.
"Well, they used to hit me or each other. They were always drunk . . . probably still are. I don't know. I don't really like talking about it." Lucy thought that was a good way to get out of it. She just wouldn't talk. When the records cam he would know and then she would be ready to talk about it. She just didn't want to bring it up.
But Peter didn't let it go that quickly, "Okay . . . but we'll have to talk later."
"Why do I even have to tell you anything? I'm sure you already know everything anyway!"
Peter put his hands up in surrender, "Woah . . . what do I already know?"
"That . . . that . . ." Lucy realized what was happening. He was trying to trick her into saying it. He did know, "Nothing."
"That wasn't nothing." Peter said, "Why don't you tell me why you're so angry?"
Lucy was fighting with herself with whether she should tell him or not. On one hand it would be a great relief. But on the other . . . well, she just didn't know if she could handle it, "It's just that . . . I've been seeing my dad lately. Without him knowing, of course. I don't think he recognizes me since the last time he saw me was when I was 2. But I'm just mad he left." She figured that would satisfy Peter.
But she should have known nothing satisfies Peter except the full blown truth, "Who's your dad? Where have you seen him?"
"Just places."
Peter's POV:
Peter knew Lucy didn't want to tell him who her father was. Thus, it had to be someone he knew. So when the oportunity arose he couldn't help but push, "You didn't answer my first question, Luce." He stopped himself. Why did he call her Luce? She never said anything about being called Luce. But when he said it she just seemed to ignore him.
Lucy's POV:
When Peter asked her who her father was Lucy couldn't help herself. She had kept such a huge secret inside for a couple days but now everything was just boiling over. She knew she only had a limited time before Peter would know the truth . . . she had to tell him herself. She not only had to but she wanted to. She wanted to face it head on. Right as she was about to speak Sophie called Lucy over, "Lucy! You have a phone call!" Lucy shrugged and walked over to Sophie who led her to the phone.
"Hello?" She asked into the reciever.
Lucy heard her mom's voice from the other end. It sounded far away and made Lucy, in a small way, homesick. She was glad to be gone but she missed it, "Hi sweet heart! Oh, are you having a good time?" She seemed to genuinely care.
"Um . . . it's okay. Mom, why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?" Her mom was playing dumb.
Lucy got so frustrated and she didn't see anyone around she just said, "That Peter Scarbrow is my father!" Lucy quickly spun around when she heard a man behind her gasp.
Lucy's POV
By 10:00 that night everyone was back in their cabins. Except Ezra. He was unconcious for about 7 hours. But he had finally gained conciousness again. Lucy was sitting outside of the main building at a picnic table. She was supposed to be doing homework but her mind kept drifting off her work. She was pretty startled when Peter showed up standing next to her and said, "Mind if we talk?" Lucy shrugged and Peter sat down. "I haven't gotten any of your files yet and your step dad only told me you've had a tough life. What's that mean?" Lucy just shrugged, "Come on. It's okay, you can tell me."
Lucy's eyes fell, "Um . . . when I was about 2 my . . . um, my dad left my mom and I. My mom got remarried when I was 4 and she and my step dad weren't the greatest."
"What do you mean? Weren't the greatest." Peter asked. Lucy wished he would just stop asking questions. Sooner or later the truth would come out. Probably as soon as the records came Peter would know . . . if he didn't know already and was just putting up a front.
"Well, they used to hit me or each other. They were always drunk . . . probably still are. I don't know. I don't really like talking about it." Lucy thought that was a good way to get out of it. She just wouldn't talk. When the records cam he would know and then she would be ready to talk about it. She just didn't want to bring it up.
But Peter didn't let it go that quickly, "Okay . . . but we'll have to talk later."
"Why do I even have to tell you anything? I'm sure you already know everything anyway!"
Peter put his hands up in surrender, "Woah . . . what do I already know?"
"That . . . that . . ." Lucy realized what was happening. He was trying to trick her into saying it. He did know, "Nothing."
"That wasn't nothing." Peter said, "Why don't you tell me why you're so angry?"
Lucy was fighting with herself with whether she should tell him or not. On one hand it would be a great relief. But on the other . . . well, she just didn't know if she could handle it, "It's just that . . . I've been seeing my dad lately. Without him knowing, of course. I don't think he recognizes me since the last time he saw me was when I was 2. But I'm just mad he left." She figured that would satisfy Peter.
But she should have known nothing satisfies Peter except the full blown truth, "Who's your dad? Where have you seen him?"
"Just places."
Peter's POV:
Peter knew Lucy didn't want to tell him who her father was. Thus, it had to be someone he knew. So when the oportunity arose he couldn't help but push, "You didn't answer my first question, Luce." He stopped himself. Why did he call her Luce? She never said anything about being called Luce. But when he said it she just seemed to ignore him.
Lucy's POV:
When Peter asked her who her father was Lucy couldn't help herself. She had kept such a huge secret inside for a couple days but now everything was just boiling over. She knew she only had a limited time before Peter would know the truth . . . she had to tell him herself. She not only had to but she wanted to. She wanted to face it head on. Right as she was about to speak Sophie called Lucy over, "Lucy! You have a phone call!" Lucy shrugged and walked over to Sophie who led her to the phone.
"Hello?" She asked into the reciever.
Lucy heard her mom's voice from the other end. It sounded far away and made Lucy, in a small way, homesick. She was glad to be gone but she missed it, "Hi sweet heart! Oh, are you having a good time?" She seemed to genuinely care.
"Um . . . it's okay. Mom, why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?" Her mom was playing dumb.
Lucy got so frustrated and she didn't see anyone around she just said, "That Peter Scarbrow is my father!" Lucy quickly spun around when she heard a man behind her gasp.