Chapter 27

Lucy's POV

"Father?" I spoke, loudly. The music of the party was just too loud for me to hear anything. Father would also just keep wandering off, so I almost never had any idea who he was. I don't know why, but I just knew I needed to tell him something.

"Princess Lucy." Someone said to me, and I looked over to see a friendly face in a maid outfit. "Are you looking for something."

I smiled. "Oh yes." I said breathy. "Do you happen to know where my father is? I just have no idea where he wandered off too."

"Well, I saw him walk into to the room over there." She pointed to the room at the end of the long hallway "he just went in only a few minutes ago."

"Thank you!" I smieled, and I started to walk down the hallway.

I must remember walking down these hallways all the time, I mean, it is part of my home. I've just got to have been down the corridors before. But as I walked down, each step I went slower and slower because there was this feeling of uneasiness. I just, I almost, I almost don't feel safe.

But that's crazy, because I have so many people around me. Guards. Maids.

I look around me, and I see no one.

But that's not right. Someone has to be here, there's always someone here.

My heartbeats faster, get I keep walking to the door.

"Lucy…" I hear someone say, but it's a soothing voice. It's familiar.

"Lucy."

I look around to see someone. But their body is so blurry that I can't make out who it is.

"H-hello?" I say to the figure. "Who are you."

"Don't go in the room." The voice says, and I can tell that I remember it. So I just know the person.

"What?" I almost laughed. "W-who are you?"

The figure, who I have figured must been a man, walks closer to me. "Don't go into the room." His voice is even more clear now, soothing me. "It's dangerous." His voice is shaking slightly now. "You're going to get hurt. I won't be able to protect you. Please,don't go."

"I'm sorry." I said. But I have to." and I kept walking.
"No!" He begged. "please , please stay. I can't- I can't lose me" His voice became a whisper, and then into nothingness.

I looked behind me to look at him, and his body was even more blurry than before and then disappeared completely. But before it did, I could have sworn I saw a slight hint of pink.

I kept walking, and walking, down the hallway, which seemed to just be getting longer. So I walked faster, to the point that I was basically running, just trying to get to the room.

When I made it to the door, I stood just barely arm length away. I took a deep breathe, and the slowly reached my hand to grab the door knob.

"Lucy." a low, stern voice boomed.

I quickly turned around, to see my father standing tall, looking down at me.

"Oh, Father." I said, surprised. "I was looking for you." I gave him a small smile.

I was going to say something more, but he raised his arm above his head, and it looked to have some sort of blunt object.
"Father…"
The last thing I saw was his arm go down so fast I barely saw it coming, and I feel down to the floor, my head throbbing. As I fell to the floor, I saw a boy with pink on his head, crying.

Then the blackness took me away.

I wake up, abruptly, breathing heavily from the so very vivid dream.

I lay in my bed, watching the sun slowly rise through the window that was across from where I was sitting. The room I was in was simple. There was just a bed, a window, and a small desk and dresser. Although, it's not like I had much to put anywhere anyway. All I had was a few pieces of clothing, and there were just some random small decorations throughout the room. I guess they were in here to only make the room seem not as depressing as they would be without. Though, it's not like this room is just raining sunshine anyway.

So I just sit up on my bed, and look around the room for a moment. I'm still not used to the new scenery, and don't want to. Besides, it's not like I know how long i'm going to be here anyway.

I don't know how long I'm just sitting there, just listening to my own breaths, but at some point I was going to have to get up, and I guess sooner rather than later it is. So I stand up, and slowly stretch a little, and walk over to the window, and looked out. The sun is not very high in the sky yet, so I'm figuring it is sometime on the late morning. When I look out I am surrounded by tall buildings, and busy streets many stories below. I've never actually been in a city, let alone in an apartment, so it was definitely an adjustment I still have to get used to. Hell, I don't know if I'll ever get used to it in the first place.

After I'm done looking out the window, I close the curtain and get out of the room. I walk out of the room, and I am already in the living room. The apartment itself is very small, but I actually don't mind it at all. It's not like I have that many belongings to begin with.

I look in the cabinets, and the fridge, but there is barely anything at all.

So I just grab a paper cup and pour myself some water and go sit at the small, round little table. As I'm sitting down, I look straight, and I look at the door.
This door haunts me. It's always has. Ever since I have been her, it has haunted me. It mocks me.

I walk over to it, even though I already know the outcome. I placed my hand on the knob, and it's just like I expected.

It's locked.

It's been locked ever since I've been here, and I don't even remember how long. Time has just kind of became a blur,and everyday just blends in with all the rest.

I try my best everyday to try and figure out what happened, but I just can't remember no matter how hard I try. And I already wake up with a headache everyday, so just even slightly thinking about makes it unbearable. So I try to think about anything else, anyone else, but that just makes not only my head hurt, but my heart as well. I just don't even know what to think anymore. So I just don't think at all.

As I was standing there, my hand still on the knob, I heard the phone ring. It shocked me out off my daze, and I went over to go pick it up. It's not even my phone, but one that he set up that I can only receive calls, and not make any. There was no need in looking to see who the caller was, because I already knew who it was. He was the only one who calls me.

I didn't even say hello when I picked up. He knows I answer.

"Lucy." he said.

"Father." I greeted, no emotion in my voice.

"I'm coming today, but I need you on your best behavior, and you need to look decent, at least."
That was odd. "Why?"
"Someone's coming over with me, and I want you to meet them, and make a good impression."
I knew better than to argue, and I was not in the mood to fight this early in the morning anyways.

"Okay, fine, I'll be ready."

"Be ready by 6." and then he hung up, and the conversation was over. I was glad at least, I never liked having that long of conversations with the man, so at least I didn't have to speak for that long.

I sighed, and looked at the phone to see what time it was, and it was 11:12 am, which means that I have more than enough time to get ready by the time that they should be here.

I have questions, obviously, but my head hurts too much to ever try and think about them.

So I just go back into that little room and lay back down, and just sleep and stare outside my window until I have to force myself to get ready.

By the time I actually got out of bed and showed, I had less than an hour until they were suppose to be here. Which, I don't know who "they" is. Just my father and some random person who I have no clue who they are or what they are going to be doing here. But I didn't question it too much.

So after I was done getting ready, which really didn't take long, since all I had to do was shower and change into one of the few sets of cloths that I own at the moment, I just sat at the table.

I tapped my finger slowly on the table, either out of boredom or maybe even because I was nervous, I don't know. I seemed to be sitting for hours, even though it really must have been a few minutes, but I heard the door click, and my heart stopped for a moment.

Then they walked in.

My father was the first to walk in, and he didn't even notice me at first. But it wasn't him that I was focused on, it was the man behind him.

When he came into full view, I tried to take in everything.

He was a tall man, strongly built. His hair was a bit long, and spiky, and black, yet it looked pristine. He looked very out of place in this room. He had a strong face, but it was almost caring looking, something that I wasn't afraid of.

"Lucy." My father said, finally acknowledging me.

"Father." I said, emotionless, and didn't even look at him as I said it.

"This is the man that I was talking about earlier on the phone." he said, and I looked up to the man,

"Hello." he greeted, his voice low and stern, but there was a hint of something else in his voice. I wasn't exactly scared or afraid of the man, no, I was just curious about him. There was just something about him… somethin odd.

"Hello." was all I said in response, and he smiled. It wasn't a creepy smile, but it wasn't exactly a friendly smile either. "Who are you, anyway." I said, probably a little harsher than I was suppose to.

"Don't be rude, Lucy-"
"No, no it's fine."he chuckled. "She's been in here a while, can't blame her for being a bit angsty."

I gave him a bad look, which received a bad look from my father and I quickly looked away.

"Lucy, why don't you go back to your room." My father said.

"But I thought he was here, to, oh I don't know, talk to me." I said. "Like you said." he gave me a really bad look, to which I shivered at, unnoticeable to to the men in front of me. Instead of saying anything else, I then just looked at the mystery man quickly and then walked into my room.

I closed the door, a little too loudly than anyone would have liked, and instead of just jumping onto my bed, I decided to sit against the door and listen to what I could hear. Thankfully, the walls are thin here, but they were talking softly do I could only hear bits and pieces of it.

"...seems perfect."

"But why would you want her?"
"I have a special job for her t…."
I fell back slightly after hearing what they had to say. And as I got back up, I heard them start to walk outside, still talking.

I stood against the door once again, and didn't move until I knew for a fact that they were no longer inside the apartment. Yet, I still slowly and carefully unlocked and opened the door, and tiptoed across the floor. As I walked over to the door, I cringed every time the old floor boards make any type of noise, but when finally made it to the door, I finally let myself take a deep breath. I put my er against the door, but didn't hear anything, so I know that no one was out there. I aso Knew that this wasn't going to work, but I put my hand on the doorknob and tried to open it and of course, it was locked.

I was a fool for thinking it wasn't going to be. But it was worth a shot.

So then I just walked back to my room, and after shutting the door behind me I landed on my bed, but was surprised when something was underneath me.

It was piece of paper, now a little crumpled. I curiously unfolded it, and almost dropped it after I read the words.

Were coming to save you.

Tomorrow night.

S+R

Hello readers! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, and I plan on posting the next one really soon (I hope lol)