Glee and adrenaline rushed all throughout her body. A smile rested on her face, as her legs worked like machines. Sweat licked her body, and sunk itself into her shirt. The cool wind from the night hitting her neck, causing a trail of goosebumps to rise. Uptown Magnolia was just less than a mile from here, and then she'd be able to go on from there. Ten minutes later, Lucy was greeted by the sights of mansions looming over her. They varied from 'big-as-hell' to 'why-the-hell-are-they-still-so-big.' So, maybe not the biggest variation—but one nonetheless.

Lucy needed a break. She could tell her body needed to rest from the way it screamed. But, she wouldn't stop. Lucy was free—and she sure as hell wasn't going back to being in a cage. That was done. She'd be able to do whatever now. Controlling Father; gone. Controlling father's friends; gone. Natsu; gone.

If you'd asked her if she didn't feel painful at the thought of not being with him—them another day, she'd lie and say she wouldn't care.

Luckily, Lucy was smart enough to move the three-hundred dollars from her bra to her front pockets. Lucy needed to get to a bus stop so she could go to the farthest city the bus would allow her to go to. As if God was raining his holy light on Lucy, she'd spotted a person walking down the street trying to be sneaky. It looked like some drunk teen sneaking back in at a party. The street lights illuminating off their black hoodie.

I wish I could do that. Lucy tries to shake off her thoughts but they start to pile up, turning to a heap of wishes. I wish I could skip school, and then feel guilty and tell the truth to my parents. I wish my Mom was alive. I wish my Dad didn't hate. I wish I was still a virgin. I wish I wasn't a stripper. I wish I could have a best friend. I wish me and Donny could be neighbors. I wish I could kiss Natsu again—

Lucy shook her head, and walked over to the person. Suddenly the person jumped into one of the green trash bins, causing Lucy's eyes to widen. Ok, so I guess asking crazy kid would be...crazy. Keeping down her curiosity Lucy continued on walking, deciding she'd find it by herself. Well, that was the plan until she felt hands place themselves on her butt.

She karate chopped the bastard who did it.

"Yo asshole! I know crazy, and I dabble a little in insane. So don't fuck with me! Bruce Lee is my dad, and Chuck Norris is my mom—what the heck, crazy kid?" Lucy stopped throwing random punches in the air and looked at the kid in front of her, the one that'd been surfing through the trash a second ago.

The boy looked like he was about thirteen years old, with black spiky hair—that'd sent her thoughts swirling back to that aggravating pink haired imbecile. His skin looked greasy, and uncleaned. The hoodie—now that she had a closer look—had holes all over it. What a cute kid—

"You're some crazy bitch. Don't even gotta damn wallet on ya, fuckin' useless." He's said as his pinky finger drove itself up his right nostril—any deeper and the remains on his finger will be a mixture of blood, boogers, and brain juice.

Well, there goes that whole cute thing flying through the window.

Being smart and going through with her old plan, she decides to ignore the kid's life choices—and subdue her curiosity. Lucy didn't even make it away for three minutes before she felt a presence next to her, and she rolled her eyes when she saw the kid.

"Crazy Kid, I know I'm sexy as hell—and my personality just tops it off, but I don't need my fanboys following me around at the moment." Lucy yawned, continuing with her walking.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, where I wanna go is this way. And plus ya look like a bimbo, I'm more of a beauty and brains kinda guy." He retracts his pinky form his nose, and wipes the contents on the side of his pants.

Lucy twisted her mouth to the side. "I'm actually pretty smart, so suck on that you little rodent." Wait a second. I don't even know where the duck the bus stop is. Maybe the little kid could be useful. "Hey yo, do you know where the nearest bus stop is?"

The little boy's eyes narrowed, and a smug smirk appeared on his face. "Oh? So, you need my expertness?" Lucy laughed at him.

"I think you meant expertise. Don't get ahead of yourself, I just needa know where the next 'stop is."

A small shade of pink dusted over the boy's cheeks, as he kicked a rock on the ground. "Shut up. I never finished school—just cuz I ain't one of ya rich educated bitches don't mean nothin'!" He grumbles, his embarrassment transforming into a rush of pure hot rage. So what if he didn't grow up with warm food? So what if he'd been a street rat all his life! Fuck 'em all.

"Calm down kiddo." Lucy felt a sort of connection with the kid—both were parentless, and both never got to experience the joys of walking to school—or any of that. "I never said I was rich—I was forced out of school when I was around your age. I just ended up adding books to the list of things I stole."

His eyes widened as he stopped moving, looking up at her. "Well...then why are you dressed so...fancy?"

Lucy nearly laughed at him. If dirty jeans and a t-shirt was fancy for him, she wonders what casual would look like. Lucy stopped walking, and she looked at him. "I just ended up with good people. And plus this is anything but fancy."

Furrowing his eyebrows his brain worked as he tried to figure her out. "Then why are you out here running away." When he notices the surprised expression on her face, he responds to her question. "It's pretty obvious, going to a bus stop at around like one in the morning? And plus that wad of cash in your pockets scream a lot."

With a sigh she runs her hand through her blonde locks. "Sometimes being with a good family, doesn't mean you're with the right family." With a sad look on her face Lucy continues on, "sometimes you just don't belong."

The sadness in her eyes was something he couldn't take—he'd only known her for about five to ten minutes, and yet seeing her sad was a big no-no. "Fine!" He abruptly shouted, "I'll take ya."

The sadness that ghosted over Lucy's brown orbs suddenly disappeared, as the bright light reappeared. "Really?" She asked with a wide smile.

"Ya—but it's gonna cost ya, so don't get too happy! My usual charge for helping people is thirty bucks, but for a fellow street rat I'll bump it up to fifty bucks!" He'd said with a final nod.

Lucy raised an eyebrow at him. "That makes no sense."

"Your face makes no sense!"

"Your face makes more no sense!"

"Your face makes the most no sense!"

"Your face makes the most-er no sense! Bam what! Ha, I win!"

The kid growled at her muttering how that made no sense. "Let's go. It's like ten minutes away."

A comfortable silence fell over them as they continued to walk, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Lucy decided that she'd sleep in park benches or something, and she'd try to find a job—a waitress maybe? One thing she was positive she wouldn't do was become a stripper—too many bad memories surrounded that, with the occasional good memory.

How would being a waitress feel like. Would she wear those cool vintage dresses? Or maybe she'd serve people with rollerblades. Would her best friend be the kitchen chef—would she have a scandalous affair with the boss, even though he was married?

A normal life.

She'd save up for a small apartment, and then she'd make it feel like a home. A small smile took over her face as she thought about all the possibilities—because she was free. What a beautiful word, she could say it over, and over, and over again.

"So, where do you want to go?" He asked.

"Somewhere far—where I don't have to look back."

His dark eyes met hers, "don't ya think your ex-family would be sad?"

Thinking back at all the problems she caused, a smirk takes control over her lips "nah. I bet this dude named Max will be yelling Hallelujah the moment he realizes I'm gone.

*With Max*

A loud sneeze shakes his whole body. "Damn it, someone's talking about me. Wait—why the fuck do I feel so happy about going to work tomorrow?" Shaking his head he falls back into his bed, a deep slumber awaiting him.

*Back to Lucy*

A laugh rumbles within his chest, "you did all of that?" Lucy had told him about all the things she did with Fairy Tail, keeping out some missions and the name of her ex-family. "They seem like a cool family to have."

Lucy smiles at the truth behind that statement. "They were—to the world they were evil, but in reality they're good people, just misunderstood. Anyways, enough about me, what's up with you?"

The boy sighs, "I was ditched as a baby in front of a foster home. The foster home didn't like me—so they kicked me out. Not that I was complainin' they were some assholes. That's about it—I've been living on the streets since I was six."

"Ooh, we got ourselves a badbootay in town." Lucy says wiggling her eyebrows. "What's your favorite color?"

"Red. You?"

"Pink. Food?"

"Chicken. You?"

"Anything. Singer?"

"Myself. You?"

"Me obviously. Name?"

"Slim Shady. You?"

"Ronald McDonald. Animal?"

"Dragon. You?"

"Me."

"You're weird."

"I know."

"We're here."

Looking at the big sign that says BUS STOP Lucy looks back at 'Slim Shady' "I realize that."

With an awkward air surrounding Slim, he coughs and decides to be a man about it. "WANT ME TO STAY WITH YOU, UNTIL IT COMES?"

"OKAY!"

"WHOOT! THAT WAS AWKWARD AS HELL."

"THAT' BECAUSE OF YOU DUMB-DUMB!"

Slim looks at the time the next bus will be coming "THE NEXT BUS IS COMING AT TWO, I'M PRETTY SURE THAT'S LIKE THIRTY OR TWENTY MINUTES AWAY."

"OKAY!"

"SO HOW OLD ARE YOU?"

"I'M SEVENTEEN, YOU?"

"THIRTEEN!"

"...WHY ARE WE STILL SHOUTING?"

"...I DON'T KNOW."

Lucy and Slim spent all that time talking, and as they talked they started to grow closer. They talked about anything and everything. It ranged from who would win in a fight a Panda or a Kangaroo—Lucy siding with the Kangaroo because Australian accents were hot. And Slim going with the Panda because it could sit on the Kangaroos face.

Then there were the deep talks, about their personal lives, their fears and their pasts. Lucy wouldn't say it out loud but she actually enjoyed her talks with Slim, he was a cute kid, and he had an enjoyable personality. Slim liked talking to her because she'd understood what it felt like to be a street rat, to have no family—nothing. He'd completely misjudged her by calling her a bimbo, because in that time she'd taught him more words and some math stuff. He wasn't going to lie to himself but when the bus came, his heart deflated a little.

"So, um, I guess this is good bye?"

Lucy watched as the bus's doors opened. With a heavy heart she got up and walked to the bus. "I guess." Lucy watched as Slim walked, and she stood on the middle of the bus stairs, she looked at the bus driver and pleaded for her to wait for just a minute. Lucy ran to Slim and hugged him.

"Lucy." She tells him as he turns around. Slim's eyes widen as the lamplight shines off of her blonde hair, and her brown orbs swirl with different shades of brown. Right there in there on her face lies the most genuine smile he'd ever seen—and the most beautiful.

"Romeo. My name is Romeo."

"Well, Romeo—the family I was talking about is called Fairy Tail."

Romeos jaw drops. "F-Fairy Tail?"

"Instead of giving you fifty dollars I'm gonna give your life changing advice. If you go to them and tell that I sent you—and tell them that there will be hell to pay if I find you in the streets again they'll most likely let you in their orphanage." When she say the clench of Romeo's jaw, Lucy placed a hand on his cheek. "Kid, they're not assholes. The orphanage is filled with good kids—and the person that runs it is Makarov, and he's a kind dude—a pervert but nice nonetheless. So you either go to them, or you stay on the streets. If you wish to stay surfing through trash bins, you can go back to where I found you. If you want a home, you can keep going uptown until you find a big ass building."

Romeo licked his chapped lips. Should he take this or not. Would they hurt him like his last 'family' had? Were they as wicked as people made them out to be, or were they just misunderstood like Lucy said. Should he give his trust to someone else, just to have it destroyed. But...but...he wanted a home. It didn't matter if he ended up getting adopted, or not—he just wanted a family—

"Fine." With tears now streaming down his cheeks. He rushed forward and wrapped his lanky arms around her waist, his face buried in her breast as sobs rocked his body. "Thank you."

With a soft smile, Lucy wraps her arms around him. "Anytime." With a last goodbye, Lucy walks on the bus. The furthest city the bus could take her to was Sedona a four hour drive from here. "One ticket to Sedona please." She gave the bus driver the money and took a seat in the back. Romeo stood there and motioned for her to roll down the window. With a confused look Lucy does as he said.

Taking in a deep breath Romeo encircles his hands around his mouth, so what he's trying to say can be projected louder. "I HOPE WE MEET AGAIN!"

Tears brim around Lucy's eyes as the bus takes off. "I HOPE WE MEET AGAIN TOO!"

SIX MONTHS LATER

SEDONA

"Three orders of eggs, and a black coffee at table six!" Lucy shouted to the chef.

"Alright!" He shouted back.

Dana's Diner was usually very packed in the morning time, but everyone's used to this so everything they did was like an automatic response. Dana's Diner was the heart of Sedona. It was known for its muffins, and their nice atmosphere. It was the place that was immune to all the gang fighting and stuff—like a safe spot. No one would dare mess with this diner—since Dana, the owner, was a sweetheart nobody could hurt. And plus, at fifty-two she could still kick ass.

Luc surfed through the tables with two trays of food in her hands. "Here we go, food for table seven." She places the two tray son the table, and gives the family a smile. "Hope you guys enjoy it."

The light blue dress she had on swayed around her as she moved. The dress had short sleeves, with white cuffs, and a white collar. The white apron she had on had a couple of coffee stains on it, from mishaps. And to top off her uniform a blue ribbon held her head in its pony tail, with a large blue bow.

Lucy loved it here. Manny the chef was the best roommate she'd ever had, and these little kids would always come here that she loved with her heart. Then Dana was like a grandmother to her, she was so kind to offer this job to Lucy when they'd met at the park. Lucy could proudly say she had a normal life. Cool best friend/roommate, check. Cool boss, check. Kids she adores, check. No drama, a big ass check for that.

A couple hours later the glass door of the diner opened, revealing Timmy and Nancy. Timmy and Nancy were twins, and they were Dana's grandchildren. Their mom Fatima was a sweetheart that was a widow at only twenty. She'd gotten pregnant with the twins in her sophomore year, and the father didn't abandon them—her parents didn't help, because she wouldn't do an abortion. Long story short they made it through, but he died caught up in a gang battle on the way home from work when they were eighteen.

"Aunty Lu-Lu!" Nancy yelled, immediately attaching herself onto Lucy's leg. Lucy nearly fell, but with a small chuckle she straightened herself out. "I missed you!"

With a small smile Lucy says "I missed you to Princess."

"What about me!" Yelled Timmy, as he attached himself to her other leg causing Lucy to nearly topple over again.

"Of course I missed you too Buddy." With a lot of strain Lucy placed the empty tray son the counter, and sat down on a stool since there was only three customers here. Grabby Nancy she placed her on her right thigh, and placed Timmy on her left. "So how was school today?"

Timmy grinned largely, showing off his missing tooth. "I beat Mara in soccer today, and Malia gave me chocolates, and so did Katy..." Timmy continued on counting the girls who gave him candy. Lucy swear he was going to be a player when he grows up. Bright blue eyes that reminded her of the ocean, and black hair that looked like a mop on his head.

"Well, I got lollipops today form Cameron, and Randy, and..." then Nancy started counting off the guys who gave her lollipops causing Lucy to sweat drop. She can already see it 'The Twinsters strike again, leaving poor Marty, and Jane in a mess of tears.'

Smiling down at her two cute friends as they continued to ramble on, stopping when Lucy would say something, she didn't think she would find a family like this—but the diner was her home. And these were like her kids.

"Um, Lucy..." Nancy suddenly got really shy, squirming in Lucy's lap.

"Yes?"

"Um...could—"Nancy paused "c-could you come to-to my dance performance tomorrow?" Her big blue eyes stared a Lucy, with fear of rejection swimming in the ocean of blue.

"I would love to, girl, you know I'm all up for seeing you twirl and look prettier than all the girls on the stage!" Lucy answered. A big smile responded to her answer.

It was an hour later when Lucy clocked out, she walked over to the counter with Timmy and Nancy huddled over Lucy's phone playing a game. Yes, Lucy has a phone—one she bought with her own money. This job paid her twelve-dollars an hour and since Manny and her split the rent of their small apartment she had enough money to buy a phone. Plus, she didn't need a car since she rode a bicycle.

"See ya at home Manny," Lucy waved at him and ruffled each kid's hair when she reached them. "What are you guys doing?"

"Playing a gaaaaame!" Timmy dragged his attention focused on the game.

"Yeah, what he said." With a roll of her eyes Lucy snatched her phone.

"Let's go guys I need to get you home."

With that Lucy walked the two kids over to their Mother's house which was less than five minutes away from the café.

This was her new life, the life she'd never give up—with a family she wouldn't trade for anything.

Life was good.

UNKNOWN LOCATION

TORTURING CHAMBER

A scream pierced the deathly (lol pun intended) silent room. The smell of the metallic ting roamed through the air, and with a deep inhale he took it all in. The crazed look in his eyes still present—oh god, there was nothing that compared to the high he got from doing this. Looking at the blood that trickled down his knife—he caught the red with his tongue.

Fuck, delicious.

He was so happy it was warm—there was nothing more disgusting than cold blood. Ew. Fresh, and warm was better than chocolate. No women would give him this—wait, nope, there is one. Lord, he could still hear her screams—not of pleasure of course, no that was all him. Her screams was the pain she'd release, and my god, it was better than blood.

Warm-fucking-blood.

That's saying a lot, seeing as how blood was like chocolate—and let's face it no one in their right (or wrong) minds would hate chocolate. It's legitimately the only thing people in this fucked up world can agree on, chocolate is pure heaven. Damn, he can still remember that day...the day in which he popped her cherry—and well, lets face it he popped a lot more then her cherry that night.

After months of tasting her and jacking off to her multiple times, he'd disappeared but when he—

"Hello princess, is your cunt still as tight as it used to be?" Had been the first thing he'd said to her that night he snuck into her room—tired of the calluses he kept gaining because of her.

"Wh—"without giving her a chance to finish the sentence he pounced on her.

Fuck.

It was time.

He was getting his bitch back.

Throwing the knife at the corpses head, a smirk formed on his lips. "I'm coming, Princess."

Okie, so i had a little trouble in how i should write tbis chapter. Should i put all the angst, and all the gore in here-and make it hella long. Or, let you guys have a happy moment, and break your hearts next chapter. With a final shit in the bathroom it was decided-bring your tissues for the next chappieeeeee its gonna get crazy! Omg, i loved writing the last scene, damn even though this dude is fucked up this scene was pretty fucked up. FUCK, DID YOU GUYS WATCH SAMURAI JACK? THAT SHIT IS GOOOOOOD! OOH SHIZNIPPLES DID YOU SEE THAT NEW NETFLIX SHOW THIRTEEN REASONS WHY, I WANNA WATCH IT BUT I THINK IMMA SHIT MYSELF.

WHY DAFUQ AM I STILL INCAPS?

ANYHARLEY,

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