Well here we are! This is Ithilya's story; she sent me all the information for writing it and told me what she wanted and i only wrote it so a big thanks to her for giving me a prompt for another fanfiction!
All i want is some reviews to tell me what you think
And some of the chapters are a little short so i will be uploading two at a time every now and again.
There will be 31 chapters to this story. (My biggest yet!)
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"If you tell the truth, you never have to remember anything."
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Café et fraises
Chapter One
Lucy, Libby and Adam
Three years is a long time; a long time being away from your family, your home, the only contact being letters and the odd phone call to your brothers. Lucy Dunham couldn't take it anymore. She had been with Adam for two of those three years. Charming, sweet and kind on the outside, but as soon as they stepped indoors…
'Where's my fucking dinner?' Adam yelled, slamming a fist on the table. 'I'm starving!'
Lucy shut her eyes for a moment, as tears stung them. She remembered when she used to live in East London. Never one to fear, she would get stuck in with the fights, saving Pete's back numerous times. That's when they let her fight, of course.
Downstairs, the front door slammed open, and Lucy got to her feet. The last thing she needed was being seen in bed. Even if she was just taking time to think things over.
'Lucy?' Adam yelled
'Coming,' she sighed, pulling a jacket on to hide the bruise on her arm. I fell, she'd tell Libby. She stepped down the stairs, not knowing what his mood would be like. Picking up her when she got to the bottom, he swung her around, planting a kiss on her cheek.
'I got a pay rise!' he beamed. 'Gone up £7.50 an hour, now. Maybe I can save up for that holiday we've always wanted?' Lucy grinned, placing another kiss on his lips, before she turned her back and walked into the living room. 'Maybe get rid of the shit on your back as well,' he added, thoughtfully. Lucy cheeks burned red. He was talking about the West Ham Crest tattooed at the base of her back. She had gotten it for her 18th, a present from Pete; a month before she had to run away, here. Here where everything was flat, and green, and had lots of fields with lots of sheep in them. Some days, she missed the busyness of London, and would take a drive up to Lincoln, just to be near lots of people, just to merge herself in the crowds.
Adam came up behind her, placing his hands on her waist, his lips brushing the back of her neck. A small growl of approval escaped his lips. 'Not today, Adam,' she sighed.
'Why not?' he snapped, pulling away, offended. 'You never wanna do me anymore.' Lucy could hear the slight hurt in his tone and decided it was best to ignore it.
'Libs is coming over today,' she said, putting on the kettle, and taking a cup out the cupboard.
'That little bitch aint coming around here,' he growled.
'Why not?' asked Lucy, spinning around, her blue eyes flashing angrily.
'Because she's a little slag,' he replied, jaw clenched. 'I told you before; you shouldn't be friends with her. She's just trouble.'
'It's not up to you who my friends are, Adam,' Lucy replied. He stepped forward, his fist slamming into the wood of the cupboard beside her head. She ducked away, but he grabbed her, pinning her against the counter.
'Don't fucking underestimate me, Lucy. You should know by now I'm not a guy to be messed up.' He pushed away, looking at the cracked cupboard next to her and shook his head. The kettle boiled and he turned his back on her, making a coffee. 'I'm off to see Daz and Andy later. I won't be back until late,' he said, acting as if nothing had happened. Lucy nodded, her heart hammering in her chest. He handed her the coffee and she took it in shaking hands. Kissing her cheek, Adam left the kitchen without another word. Lucy didn't move until she heard the front door shut, and then she moved across the kitchen and poured the coffee down the sink. She remembered the days when she used to fight back, ten times harder than any of the Tottenham pussies, or Birmingham cunts. She had grown weak, and she hated it. She slammed the cup in the sink, smashing it.
'Wow, you on the blob or what?' said a voice in the doorway. Lucy looked up to see Libby gazing at her, a grin on her lips. Her raven black hair was pulled into a high ponytail, her big brown eyes studying her best friend. Slowly, Libby's smile faded. 'Why don't you just leave him?' she sighed, not needing to guess what was wrong. She stepped forward and began to scoop up the broken shards of mug.
'I've thought about it,' Lucy began, stepping backwards, wiping the escapee tear from her cheek.
'Don't think about it; do it!' demanded Libby, putting the broken pieces in the bin.
'But I love him!' Lucy complained, rubbing her eyes.
'And the cycle starts all over again.'
'What's that supposed to mean?' Lucy snapped, brushing her blonde brown curls over her shoulder, and giving a sniff.
'Well,' began Libby. 'He hurts you, you cry and get all upset, you say you're gunna leave and then you don't cause you…' Libby pulled a face. '"Love him!"' She stared straight at Lucy, no humour in her face now. 'Lucy, you have to snap out of this! It isn't love; it's fear! You're scared of leaving incase he hurts you! What about those brothers you are always raving on about? You can go and see them, can't you?' Lucy looked down at her hands, before wiping her eyes.
'I can't just get up and leave!' she protested weakly.
'Yes, you can. Right now. Just get your things and go. I'll come with you.' Lucy gazed down at her best friend.
'What? Now?'
'Yeah, why not?' A small smile was creeping over Libby's lips, her eyes shining with the excitement of a new adventure.
'Right now?'
'Yes!' Libby laughed. Lucy looked away.
'I can't go back,' she said, voice low. Libby's smile left her face again.
'All you have to do is grab your things and we can go,' she said, stepping closer and holding out a small hand.
'It's easy for you,' growled Lucy, before taking a deep breath and trying to keep her Dunham temper down. Libby wasn't one for staying in the same spot all the time. She was horribly spoilt by her parents and usually got whatever she wanted. Libs was constantly moving house, only recently moving just down the road from Lucy. She knew Libby wanted to go somewhere new; out of Lincolnshire and somewhere total brilliantly amazing. Shame the same couldn't be said for Lucy.
'Please,' murmured Libby. 'I'll be with you all the way. I could meet your family! We could go and see Big Ben and Buckingham Palace and the Eiffel Tower!'
'That's in France,' replied Lucy, with a faint laugh.
'We could go on holiday! I'll pay. Come on, let's go.' Lucy bit her bottom lip, mulling it over. Surely it wouldn't hurt. If the GSE could keep it toned down that she was back, she wouldn't be in any danger from Hatcher, would she? She looked down at Libby's hand, before taking it in her own.
Libby gave it a squeeze and beamed, but Lucy shook her head. 'I can't, Libs. I'm sorry, but not now.' Libby sighed, admitting defeat.
'Can I at least take you shopping to take your mind off it?' she asked, batting her big brown eyes.
'Okay then,' she smiled in reply; anything to take her mind off things would be great.
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'Downtown?' Lucy cast a diverting look at Libby.
'It has everything!' the shorter woman protested, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the large store. She was very right. They passed kitchenware, living room sets, bedroom's, wardrobes, TV's, clothes, make up, jewellery…
'Lucy…' She said it in that whiney I-want-something tone.
'Ye-es?'
'CanIHaveAFishI'llLookAfterItAllGoodIt'sJustHeHasOneEyeAndIsReallyCute!'
'No, no way,' said Lucy, shaking her head. 'No, you'll only forget about it and have it die or you'll get bored and palm it off onto me.'
'Please?'
'No! Come on.' Lucy pulled Libby away from the tank where the blue fish with a hint of yellow on what was left on its fins was floating on its side, getting randomly nibbled by the other fish. Lucy wasn't being harsh; she was saving the fish from an even earlier death then it would have; Libby had had a lot of pets during the years Luce had known her, including a horse, three cats, a dog and 14 hamsters and guinea pigs, the most recent being a big fat old thing that went by the name of 'Jibbles.' Even though Libs loved the animals, she got bored easily and it was usually up to Lucy or Libby's parents to take the pets away.
They left Downtown, Libby in full strop mode.
'Oh no!' she suddenly squealed. 'I've left my bag!' She rushed off inside, with Lucy frowning after her.
'It's on your shoulder,' she tried to call, but Libby disappeared inside. It took ages before she finally came back, holding a tank with the half dead fish floating in.
'He's called Henry,' she announced proudly, buckling the tank in the backseat.
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'Where've you been?' were Adam's words when she entered the living room that afternoon.
'Libs took me out,' she replied, putting her shopping bags on the coffee table.
'Have fun?' he asked, flicking over to the football.
'S'alright,' she shrugged, pulling out a pair of grey socks and chucking them onto his lap.
'Thanks,' he replied, not taking his eyes off the TV. Lucy moved and sat down on the sofa, staring at the TV also, but not seeing. Her fingers twirled together, a small frown creasing her forehead. It would be nice to see her family again; it had been so long - too long. And Libby was willing enough to go with her for support. She didn't have to stay long, just long enough, to see how they were getting on…
To see Bovver. Her stomach twisted and she glanced at Adam and away again. Tomorrow, she was going to London.
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'Libs…' said Lucy slowly as the raven haired woman sat on the kitchen table, reading the back of Lucy's Band of Brothers DVD box set.
'Can I borrow this?' she put in.
'Sure. Erm… I have-'
'It looks quite good. This guy looks fit.'
'Libby!' The small woman looked up with a frown.
'What?'
'I want to go to London.' Libs burst into a broad smile, sliding off the table.
'With me?' she asked hopefully.
'Yes! I've decided I have to get away from here. Even if we don't stay there long, I just want to see my brothers.'
'Come on then,' Libby said, simply. The two women left the kitchen, making their way upstairs. Libs burst into the bedroom first, crawling under the bed and retrieving the case.
'Ooh, it has cool wheels,' she laughed, putting it on the bed and checking her watch. 'I'll nip back to mine, alright? See you back here in ten.' Lucy watched Libby dance out the room, singing 'I'm a Barbie girl,' at the top of her lungs, the DVD box set clutched in her hands. The Dunham sister moved over to the drawers, and paused when she noticed the photo on top. Adam and her at her 20th birthday, lips pressed together. She slammed it face down, hearing the glass smash. It felt good.
The next ten minutes were crazy. She grabbed whatever was hers, stuffing it all in the large suitcase. DVD's, clothes, CD's, photo's that didn't contain Adam; she was leaving for good. Adrenaline pulsed through her at the thought of walking out those doors. She zipped up the case and pulled it down the stairs; thud, thud, thud, until she got to the bottom. She paused, before going into the kitchen and took a picture of her, Pete, Steve and their mum at Christmas five years ago that was on the fridge, held on by a magnet. She smiled, before putting it in her handbag. Moving through the hallway, she pushed open the front door and pulled her bags out. Locking the front door behind her, she stared down at the keys for a moment, before posting them back through the letter box. Excitement, nervousness and slight fear ran through her veins.
'We going then?' smiled Libby, stood at the bottom of the drive, two purple suitcases at her feet and the fish bowl in her arms, the fish floating on it's side. 'We have a train to catch.'
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