Chapter 63

Jude Heartfilia was in hell. This had to be it, right? He was sleeping on a thin mat on the floor, covered with a tattered blanket that did little against the cold. He was starving, having only been fed what he could only describe of as pig's food (which was actually some bread, grilled chicken, and an apple), which he'd refused to touch. He was an upper class elite, used to the finest living arrangements and food known to man! This was a disgrace! This was hell!

What's worse was the solitude. He was alone down here, in his cell. His only human interaction was when a guard brought food twice a day. Food he found too disgusting for his elite palate to experience... served to him by some lackey he didn't view as worthy enough to even look at. He was used to having little human interaction, as he was quite the loner... but the extreme solitude was driving him crazy. He was talking to himself just to hear a human's voice.

Yes... this had to be what hell was like... right?

"Geez, you're pathetic if something as little as this is hell to you." a feminine voice scoffed, startling Jude into looking at the cell door. For a second he thought he was looking at his dead wife and seeing things.

"Layla?"

"Wrong." Lucy snapped, rolling her eyes at her father as she crossed her arms over her chest. "This is sad. It's only been three days and you're down here muttering like you've lost your mind and claiming this is hell."

"Like you've ever been a prisoner." Jude found the words coming from his mouth without a thought. The anger lighting up in Lucy's eyes quickly reminded him of his sins...

"Oh, really? Being locked in my room at the age of fourteen, waiting to be married to someone three times my age against my will? That sure isn't something a prisoner would experience. Or how about never being allowed off the estate? Being beaten or humiliated for simple screw-ups every child will do? Being denied access to see my own mother while she was on her death bed?!" Lucy shouted in rage, stomping her foot on the ground as tears poured from her eyes. "Cause every young girl goes through all that, surely! Right?!" Jude could only flinch back and cower from her rage.

"What right have you to complain about your situation now?! You put me through real hell for fourteen years! This?! This is nothing!" she seethed, pointing her finger at her cowering father, who could only stare at her in shock and fear. "You're cold? Boo-hoo. You're hungry? Fuck you and your pretentiousness. You're being fed. It's your own fault you're not eating! You're lonely? Try being abandoned by your only surviving parent. Try being never allowed to make friends. Try being locked in your room for three months straight while waiting to marry a stranger!"

"I-"

"No! You don't get to speak right now!" Lucy snapped. "I've got two decades worth of shit to get out, so you'd better keep your mouth shut until I'm done. It's fucking family therapy time, Dad!"

Yeah, this is the shortest chapter so far. Sorry. But it was so much anger all packed into one. Plus the last chapter was an angry one, at the end. Besides, Lucy and Jude deserve a chapter together, at least once. And this won't be the last time they talk, promise.

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-Nerdy12