Beep, beep, beep!
Long, tousled blonde hair, shifted under the smooth black sheets of a large bed. Of which, all you could see was a somewhat human shaped lump underneath.
Beep, beep, beep!
"Aaaugh!" The blonde lump groaned. After the sixth annoying beep, bleary brown finally eyes peeked over the hem of her warm shield against the rays of morning light. The first thing they settled on were the crimson numbers blinking at her urgently, 'Seven-o'clock am…who woke up that early on a Sunday?'
"Ah!" Lucy sprang up from her cocoon in the bed with a yell, of which led to an awkward fall onto the cold hardwood floor.
"Ow…" She whimpered after bone hit wood, dragging herself into a slumping position against the night stand to officially shut the damned alarm off. Once peace was finally brought back to the room, Lucy's jumbled mind could fully settle and assess her current situation. When that happened, a shiver ran down her spine even though warm sunlight hit her form from the windowed doors. "N-Natsu..?" Brown eyes slowly lifted with a blonde head over the edges of her sleep area while her pulse raced.
Unlike the night before, she wouldn't allow herself to be naïve enough to think everything from last night was all a dream. As soon as she noticed the alarm time, her senses went on alert and gooseflesh stood on end. Maybe he was still there and wanted to rape her again.
Finally seeing the full expanse of the bed with no other black covered lumps in sight, while her ears prickled to just the sound of her breathing and the ringing deep in her mind. Not even the sound of the city life outside the building or caw of early birds penetrated the bedroom walls or dewy frost of the balcony's glass. It was completely silent.
Lucy sunk on her heels, folding her legs under her bum and allowed a whoosh of breath to escape her mouth. A shaken hand ran through her tresses, slowly allowing her bangs to flop free. So she was safe for now huh?
For the second time, she took in her surroundings with weary eyes. In the light of day, the room really was immaculate. The double doors that were to the far left were French in style, she could look out to see it led to a marbled balcony with softly carved columns lining it. Flowers peeked from it's side, but Lucy couldn't see enough from where it came from, nor did she particularly want to investigate enough to move. The other glass double doors to the right were still dark on the inside, but 20/20 vision was able to make out the shape of clothes. The television from last night stood defying gravity on the wall, ridiculously large and imposing, another lone door that was not made of glass or was see through, and finally the last of the many doors in the room to the far right. It was also made of glass, but made of frosted kind that made it hard to make out what you were seeing. She assumed it led to the bathroom.
Shivering for the second time, Lucy decided she would either need to go back into the bed or get up, and there was no way in all of Fiore that she was going to get back into that man's bed!
Quickly getting to her bare feet, Lucy noticed she was in a soft cotton black shirt. She knew it was his as it was big enough to fall over her shoulder, yet cling to her curves, until it finally fell halfway down her thighs. Lucy didn't want to think about how she got into the clothes, calming herself at the thought that it was better than being naked.
Walking on her tip toes, she tried not to make a sound as she got closer to her presumed exit. The only door that was not see through obviously.
Her heart beat into her ears. She couldn't just wrench it open could she? What if he was behind it, waiting for her? She placed her ear over the soft wood, hoping—or then again maybe not hoping—to hear someone behind it, and heard nothing.
Well, there was nothing else she could do. If he really was behind it, she decided she could bash him with something. The girl quickly flitted to the night stand and attempted to pick up the lamp as a weapon, it was a lot heavier than she thought—especially for it's size, and decided on the measly alarm clock instead. Back at the door, Lucy raised the makeshift weapon over her head, enclosing the knob in her hand before wrenching the door open. Before her stood—
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Lucy breathed out, a wisp of blonde falling like a release of bated breath down past her shoulder and over her nose. All that was in front of her was an empty hallway, a shaggy soft coffee colored carpet, to lead her through the dimly lit unknown.
Lucy took small soft steps, out of the room, not even chancing a look back, as she walked down. It was still quiet, almost eerily so…and unsettling. She almost missed the alarm.
Cream colored walls encompassed her, two new doors stood at her side but she didn't even give them a glance as they stood outside her peripherals. Soft caresses grazed her feet with each step until she was met with what looked like a large open living room and kitchen, modernly furnished. To her right were carpeted stairs leading down to it.
Still no pink haired bastard in sight.
With watchful eyes, Lucy noticed something on the table in the living area, something bright and pink, and it wasn't a nasty head of hair! "My backpack!" Lucy gasped, letting her 'weapon' fall from her cold hands, putting caution to the wind and running. Almost tripping, down the stairs to get to the object of her attention. Once there, she ripped it open to look inside. Just as she'd hoped, her books were still there, makeup bag, pencil case, even her phone! "Oh, Mavis!" Lucy cried, snatching the cutely decorated device from the bowels of her bag and quickly unlocking it with her code, ignoring the onslaught of notifications and messages at the light up screen. She clicked and swiped through it until she was on the keypad, and without thinking typed in the numbers to get her connected to the police. Before she hit the green button that started the dial tone, she stopped…
Lucy clicked her phone back to sleep, before throwing it back in her bag. Luckily, a pair of gym leggings and athletic shirt along with her jogging shoes were also in her bag thanks to her daily visit to the school gym. She wasted no time to rip off that man's shirt that had the lingering smell of him, cinnamon and campfire…off of herself, and rushed to pull her own articles of clothing on. She was bare and sullied underneath, but she hoped she would find solstice soon and could fully rid the horrible, lingering feeling of that man from her body.
She could almost sigh in relief as she tied up her light blue laces on her tennis shoes, but as she gave one last wary glance around the room she knew she couldn't allow herself to. Turning those thanks to previous knowledge from her thriller novels. If they taught her anything, it was that it was better to leave now, for you're never truly safe unless you were gone.
Standing up fully, Lucy picked up her bag from the table. Shouldering the large yet fashionable bag over her shoulders she noticed something she didn't see before. A plate of breakfast also there. 'Did he make this?'
Looking at the slightly burnt eggs and toast, with the 'no way in hell circular' lone pancake, she assumed, yes. A thirst inducing glass of orange juice also sat to the side.
Her lip twitched. To hell if he thought he could drug her again with whatever he sloshed into the food. Thriller novel education numero dos.
"Bastard." Lucy scoffed, turning away and walking hurriedly out of the living area, up the few steps that led to the apartments entryway. Surprisingly, the door opened easily and wasn't locked. No one was behind it waiting for her. It was still completely silent and Lucy couldn't help but be tense. She ran into the elevator that led to the penthouse suite, and quickly pushed the lobby button multiple times.
Two minutes later after elevator music that just gave her more anxiety than necessary, she was in the lobby of the apartments. People sat in the lounge area, some walking past her into the elevator and yet still no pink haired rapist.
Lucy ran out, it seemed her freedom was in her clutches.
"Miss!" Lucy stopped dead in her tracks, heart pounding a mile a minute while her voice yelled loudly in her head asking why she stopped. "Miss. Lucilia Heartifilia!" Glancing slowly to her side, a gentle looking man, clean shaven and wearing a penguin suit walked briskly to her. It wasn't too often she heard her full name like that and it threw her off, she answered her mind. The real question was, should she run?
He made the decision for her, as he caught up before she could even take a step. "Sorry Miss Heartifilia, I have a note for you. Please take it before you leave." The man smiled honestly, urging the letter into her shaking hands. Lucy looked away, she hadn't seen someone seemingly this kind in a while. "Are you okay Miss?" He asked looking concerned.
"Y-yes, thank you." Lucy cleared her throat and brushed his hands aside, with some pause she finally gave him her sweetest smile. His brows crinkled worriedly in response but his smile came back quickly to his face easily.
"Well, then have a nice day Miss.," the man smiled a few seconds and Lucy thought she could probably leave, that was until he started speaking again, "Mr. Dragoneel has spoken a lot about you. He wanted you to know he was sorry he couldn't attend to you in the morning." The man sighed, "I think it's a good thing what he's doing though, I hate to know what happened to the other girls not met by him." In the middle of his spiel, he had pulled out a card and also pushed it into her hand, "Here, if you ever need help or get caught again, or even feel like you might be attacked, Mr. Dragoneel has advised you call him. He tries to help you girls as much as he can." The man looked down at her wistfully, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Lucy just stood there stunned. What was he saying?
"Mr. Bixler!" The warmth on her shoulder lifted and the man coughed, "Sorry young miss, it seems Mrs. Paloussi is in need of help, I must go to her. You can always come back here if you need help also. Do you need a cab?"
Lucy shook her head stiffly. She felt the man linger next to her, but with the next shout of his name he finally moved away, "Don't forget," he called pointedly as he walked away.
The girl tripped over her feet as she started to walk backwards, then away herself. Time seemed to come back to her with the feel of the cold granite underneath her palms, she didn't have enough time to understand what the man meant.
Someone had reached out to her with her fall, noticing the beautiful girl in distress, but Lucy didn't give him a chance to touch her as she ran out of the building as fast as she could. Distantly hearing him call out to her but she didn't turn back.
It didn't make sense. None of it made sense.
Leaping into the first cab she saw, Lucy fished into her back pack until she pulled out a paper. "Take me here."
The startled cab driver, probably used to customers like herself, didn't comment on her behavior or the crumpled paper thrown at him and just drove after a moments pause. Lucy was thankful.
In the wake of her escape, she could finally let herself feel relief, crystal drops fell from her eyes as she looked out the window into the bright blue of the sky.
But she didn't feel victorious.
The hustle and bustle of people around her and honking of horns trumpeted against her ear drums.
At least, it was no longer silent.
Struggling through the doors of a hard wooded door, Lucy sighed, dropping her heavy book bag onto the ground. She kicked the door closed and made sure to lock it.
Glancing around with weary eyes, the blonde crouched and pulled her phone out, finally allowing herself to look at the messages.
A hundred-twenty in counting…
That wasn't too bad, it was mostly from guys on social media whom found her number, a couple from her "agent", a handful from some friends she tried to keep in touch with in high school and such. Five from Levy just tuning her in on more gossip, the last two messages showing her ire in the late reply sent earlier this morning. She realized bitterly that more than one person woke up this early on a Sunday—then again they both were insane. Lucy hurriedly replied to her small friend. Even a couple spam messages were sent to her that she quickly deleted.
But none from 'Daddy Warbucks.'
He never really sent her messages before, if he had something to say to her, she'd get the feeling if anything, or the maids would send her notice. If it was really important her guards would be alerted. Even so, she thought since she was gone for two days without a word…well, you would think that would warrant one of his rare messages, even if it was an unpleasant one. With the lack thereof, she guessed she was right to not go home.
Erza's abandoned apartment was the safest place she could think of that was still in the city. Maybe it probably wasn't the smartest idea to stay so close, maybe she was better off running away completely, who knows. All she knew was that her gut told her to come here. When she was typing the 3-digit number to the police, Erza's last message flashed above the screen from her notifications. 'Remember you can stay at my place whenever you like. I know how hard it is for you at home Lucy. –Erza'
She'd said the same thing before she left to go for school. She didn't want to sell the apartment, hoping that she'd get to visit home often, and knowing she was coming back, so offered Lucy the place to stay as long as she kept it clean every once in a while. Lucy would've loved to take her up on the offer sooner of living there, already keeping to her promise of cleaning it every week and getting in with the key under the mat, but her father had always been a problem despite the easier commute. Now she could and would take advantage of the full agreement without worry.
"Thank you Erza." Lucy sighed with a wistful smile.
Throwing the phone back into her bag after typing just those words to her motherly red-headed friend, she decided to find a charger. It was lucky enough that after said two days, it wasn't already dead, in use or not. Sighing fitfully, and pulling both hands through her hair, Lucy puckered her lips at the tangles that wouldn't let her pull all the way through and the smell of sex that still lingered. She finally knew what the smell of sex was now. The thought made her shudder.
All those whispered words from the girls at school, especially at sleep overs (the few that she was allowed to go to), and in the locker rooms, she could now gain some semblance of understanding. Each story from each girl was different, whether it was romantic, or passionate; random, or well thought out, she realized a few things were the same. After experiencing it herself she could also agree. The worry, the pain, the intensity, the…
ecstasy…
To some extent, Lucy would say she understood Lisanna.
Lucy left her stuff on the floor and stalked down the hall of the home and went to the first door on the right with knowing ease. Inside was a cozy bathroom in hues of purple. She turned on the shower without a thought, it's stinging hot temperature not even making her flinch. Her head turned and she was face to face with herself. She looked pale and sweaty, her hair was wild and her clothes askew. Definitely just got fucked look.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Lucy screamed, ripping off her clothing over her head and down her waist until she was finally standing in the nude. She breathed heavily as she saw all of the love bites on her form, not too many surprisingly, yet the brightest one under her jaw was mortifying. Turning away with a humph, Lucy threw herself into the shower.
The idea was to scrub it all off. Everything he did to her, everywhere he touched and kissed her. The memory made the painful ache between her thighs begin to burn and she felt her stomach clench first with desire then disgust. He took everything from her, and yet... These feelings, they were confusing.
A sob broke from her lips and Lucy fell to the tub floor and cried. She stayed in there for hours, past even when the water went cold and her skin pruned. Crying and ardently trying to clean herself.
What did she want?
A couple days past since the incident. Lucy had willed herself to go back to school. She still hadn't heard from her father, nor had she been kidnapped again by Natsu or her bodyguards. She wanted to think she didn't know who was worse.
Though honestly, Natsu was just as ghost as her father, and as much as she wanted to be happy, it was very much concerning. Didn't he say he wanted them to be a couple now?
She debated over whether he might've felt regret and shame but then his hard rage filled green eyes that landed on her when he talked about her father, would flit through her vision and she knew he didn't.
When she first saw Levy again, the girl had acted like everything was normal. Chatting with her as usual. Not even making too much of a comment on the extra layer of makeup she was wearing or the thick scarf she wore despite the nice warm weather. Of course she didn't completely slide by, the girl had noticed her off behavior and how withdrawn she was acting, even commenting on it. Lucy had decided it was better for her not to know and brushed it aside, deciding to act as usual.
The days rolled by, everything that happened almost felt like a dream. Lucy almost convinced herself so, the reality of having to go to an apartment every night and not her home, on top of her body guards not being around, kept her from blissful ignorance. She decided, her best train of action was to keep low, not to bring attention to herself, and try to go home a different route every night. And above everything, to act normal.
It's worked so far, and now here she was, a warm September day, enjoying the outdoors as she ate lunch with Levy. The ugly red bruise under her jaw had healed nicely so she didn't have to put as much makeup on or wear a scarf anymore. Thankfully. She was tired of the weird looks people would give her and the rumors of the starlit Lucy Heartifilia being a basket case were annoying. The other pesky love bites were easily hidden under her clothes in more…intimate areas, so she didn't have to worry about them.
The paranoia of it all was finally starting to slink away, she could finally feel like she was in her own skin again. But his absence was still disconcerting. She just didn't know why.
Did she miss him? His touch? He had been her first, and the first man to touch her so intimately. Lucy shook that thoughts away before she was able to delve deeper. You couldn't get Stockholm Syndrome that fast could you? Despite the more than pleasurable memory, it was still forced. She didn't want it. She didn't want it like that anyway.
She was just too confused.
That was It, that was all.
"So I finally got to have a heart to heart with my neighbor, she's honestly a sweet girl!" Levy sighed, eyes wide with reassurance. Though Lucy only raised a brow. "I told her, she and her boyfriend get kind of noisy at night and she reddened up like a tomato," Levy snickered, her expression kind of reminded Lucy of a mischievous pixie, "You should've seen her."
Lucy smiled, "So what did she say?"
"She just apologized mainly, until I finally got her to stop. Since then I haven't heard a peep." Levy speared a few lettuce leaves and a carrot beneath her fork before bringing it to her lips. "Either they go between the loudest people to ever have sex to the quietest like that," she gestured with a cute snap, "or they've moved to his dorm for their escapades."
Lucy giggled, taking a sip of her cappuccino, she decided to forgo lunch today and settle on coffee. Normally she didn't like the bitter taste and rather drink tea, but surprisingly the café on the university's grounds was beyond amazing enough to get even her addicted.
Levy watched her take merry sips, amber eyes riddled with worry. "You should eat more Lu…"
Freezing, Lucy stopped mid sip. After a pause she finally huffed a sigh, "Levs—"
"I know, I know… Just try to eat more. Okay?"
Lucy said nothing and Levy groaned. Stabbing another fork full of her salad and moving like she was going to get up.
"Okay! Just calm down Levy!" Lucy hissed, grabbing hold of her friend's wrist and forcing her to stop.
Levy glared at the beautiful blonde, "Promise?"
Lucy bit her lip, "Yeah, okay?"
The brunette sighed heavily, but sat down anyway.
"So, any word from Gajeel lately?" Lucy asked, trying to change the conversation and put on a false smile, in the distance a bunch of girls at the table next to them started cooing loudly and gossiping.
"No, not really…" Levy groaned with another mouthful of salad. It looked really fresh and good, but Lucy promised herself she'd eat a delicious meal later. "I think he's avoiding me or something. I mean I know we barely know each other and only met a couple of times, but I still haven't gotten to thank him properly. I think I might break down and actually text him later." Levy mumbled, "What do you think?"
Next to them, the girls got louder, even one of them squealed, Lucy thought it was distracting to Levy's story, but didn't look towards them. "I think you should, he probably has been busy Levs. From the way it sounded, him and his friends do a lot of stuff together." Lucy took another warm sip and cringed with a smile as another girl shrieked, "Anyways, you shouldn't worry, it's just the first few weeks of school. Who knows, maybe you'll see him soon. I do think you should text him though, it's better sooner than later to thank him—"
"Oh my gosh! Here he comes!" Lucy was stopped in her conversation when one of the girls from the loud table next to there's, yelled loud enough for the whole school to hear. Blonde brows pushed together and she finally glanced up to see what all the hoopla was about.
"What the—?" Levy sounded just as confused as her self.
Screams bounced off her eardrums, and she looked to see a bunch of girls jumping around each other, yelling. She could just barely distinct the words, 'hottie', and 'billionaire'. Was it the guy girls have been talking about all week, even before she came back?
The looks on the girl's faces ranged from excitement to awe, Lucy became even more confused when their gazes landed in her direction.
"Can you believe this Levy? Some guy is here and everyone goes bonkers." Once upon a time, she imagined herself like this. But ever since what happened to her not too long ago, her boy fever has gone down to an all time low. Maybe she'll get the feeling back later on in her life and relate to this frenzy once more. At this moment though, it was borderline ridiculous.
"Aw comon Luce, I'm not just any guy am I?" A dark chuckle followed soon after the question was thrown at her.
Blonde brows pushed back towards each other, and a full pout pushed at her lips. She didn't remember Levy's voice being that deep. A cold sweat ran down her spine.
"What do you…" The question died at her lips with the swing of her head to the stranger's direction. In front of her stood none other than her pink haired tormentor. The man who'd begrudgingly stayed on her mind for the past couple days, especially at night when her mind replayed the memory of him taking her, and the words he spoke to her. "You're mine now…I'm not letting you go." Did he really mean that?
There he stood in all of his glory, bright pink hair crazily swaying in the wind just as she remembered it. Green piercing eyes just as blazingly hot, all that was new was the wickedly fanged smile. Seeing those incisors again brought on heated memories that she tried to shun to just the late hours while she frustratedly tumbled around in bed. Yet here they were in the light of day with everyone watching, making her insides clinch and raucous heat pool between her thighs.
"Gajeel-kun?" There was the actual Levy's voice. Lucy forced herself to look away from the large presence of the male and see her friend's wide eyes staring up next to Natsu. There stood Gajeel also, not even looking shameful at his absence. She didn't know why she thought he would be, as he stood blankly next to the man. Another guy about Natsu's height, with black hair and dark navy eyes, also stood next to him.
Brown shocked eyes, shot back to Natsu, a nostalgic feeling hit her when he looked at her curiously, with a watchful gaze. She never understood why he did that. "What are you doing here?" Lucy tried to ignore the way her voice shook.
The smirk was back but with less vibrancy, she didn't need to hear the sighs and chirps from the girls next to her to remember just how handsome the man in front of her really was. After a few days, she tried to paint the memory of his visage with an ugly brush, but no matter how hard she tried to create that, reality was truer than fiction, and she'd be damned to think he was ugly even if she was blind.
"I'm here to see you silly. Luce did you forget we were supposed to meet today?"
"What?"
Natsu finally took his hands from his pockets of his red capris shorts and pulled her balled fist lying on the table into his strong grip. With a soft tug, he pulled her to her feet and ambled their bodies together. "I've missed you, babe."
Wide brown eyes shook with horror, as his danced mischievously and the crinkle of his grin grew deeper. Before she knew it, his warm soft lips were on hers. He suckled her lips softly, coaxing her mouth to open, and in her surprise she did. His hot tongue, blazed through her mouth, pulling an unintended moan from her trembling lips as her legs turned to jelly.
'What?! What are you doing Lucy Heartifilia?!'
Her mind screamed at her but her body burned for him. Dark memories with incredible detail flew back to her of their night and how her body keened to him, trembled for him.
'I hate him. I hate you!' Her mind cried while her hands grappled onto his shirt, seemingly pulling him closer.
One of his deft large hands smoothed down her back until it met her barely clothed rear and squeezed. Her navy pleated skirt barely covering the expanse of her derriere, not really realizing the problem in wearing clothes like these until now. To be fair, she'd went to an all girls school her whole life, guys weren't so easily able to grope her.
While her mind was cursing him, her body burned hotter and she whimpered into their wet heated kiss. His response was to growl lowly and squeeze harder as a threat. Biting her lip when her nails dug into his chest in retaliation. She didn't need him to warn her that he was getting turned on, the hard bulge poking at her stomach told her as much. On top of that was the way his tongue was skillfully shoving down her throat, let's say it was NOT rated low enough for the public. He was basically just mouth fucking her and groping her for everyone to see.
That brought her to reality, along with the loud cough that broke the almost silence.
What in all of Magnolia just happened?
AN: Quiet confusing I'm sure, huh? All will soon be revealed.
I guess I could give light on Lucy here. I wanted to keep true to her character but I also wanted to make it realistic, or at least, what I think would be realistic. In my story, Lucy grew up with the love of her mother and father but both were taken away from her at a young age. Since then her father has abused her mentally and physically, and as I've hinted at in previous chapters, she doesn't fully blame him. I made her a wholly forgiving character (kind of how she is in the manga ex. Gajeel, Minerva, Flare...her father) almost to the point she finds it as a fault of herself. Going to an all girls school since her start in education, she has lack of knowledge of the other sex besides what she hears from other girls. Even though me and you know that what Lisanna said in chapter 2 was ridiculous, Lucy can't be sure. It's a little far fetched, but her brain is developing into believing negative/get the hell out of there relationships aren't completely bad. She still has her instincts and knows what Natsu did to her was wrong, but her inner self doesn't. It doesn't help that everything Natsu did to her went against a typical rape and that he made her feel pleasure. He promised her a relationship as close to love as she's gotten since she was young (from the opposite sex of course) coming from the guy who popped her cherry she starts to feel a connection. It also doesn't help that her father was abusive (not that I'm going to place Natsu anywhere near her father) but the Oedipus Complex works wonders into her judgement.
Long explanation but I hope it sheds light on why I have Lucy giving in, seemingly so easily, and finding so much conflict in something that most people would instantly know was wrong.
Anyways, tell me what you guys thought. I just got a new job so I don't know how fast these updates are going to go. ごめんなさい (sorry) in advanced.
