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Lucy looked up as Sting returned to the room, anger clearly etched across his features. He came right in front of her and spat out harshly, "Sorry, deaf damaged bitch. But it appears you'll have to find another fiancée who doesn't mind a deaf damaged bitch for a wife. No matter how big your assets are I don't want a wife who can't hear me when I call her."
He turned behind him to snatch his coat and then stomped to the door. "Oh sorry, you can't hear me, can you? Too bad," His voice and face heavy with a condescending smirk. "Good luck finding a sucker to marry you."
The door slammed after him in a bang and Lucy was left in silence. She would cry, but oddly the jerk's words made her hopeful that her father would see her as truly useless to him now and would leave her alone. Maria signed to her, the woman's generally sharp and quick movements a little shaky and weak.
"Would you like me to translate that for you?" She said, her stoic face holding a thread of pity or remorse towards the blonde. Smiling, Lucy shook her head.
"I probably don't want to know, right?" She signed back. Maria nodded and Lucy stood, flattening her dress she took a moment to compose herself. Straightening her back, shifting her shoulders behind her, and holding her head up, she clasped her hands in front of her, resting them against the cool fabric.
"We go to my father." She said, her voice wavering with emotion, but not sadness or even a hint of fear as Maria would have expected. Her voice was too full of determination to allow even a smidgen of those emotions. She was going to talk to her father, and he was going to listen.
Maria followed, the well toned woman keeping pace with the infuriated teen. The girl's aura had changed. She was no longer idly standing by, she was taking action. Maria had dealt with many young girls born into well endowed families. Many just went along while others chose to rebel. This child, as she had heard, had done both and seeing neither would help decided to stand for herself. This was an admirable trait and despite her cold demeanor, Maria smiled.
This was going to be interesting.
Lucy's thoughts weren't in such order as the elder woman. She fought the urge to scream at her father, but doing so would only alert him to her ability to speak. However, she had already blown that cover on the night he first came to retrieve her. Shaking that thought aside she persisted on with all the grace and poise one is taught under the rook of the richest man in the world.
Soon the study door was in sight. She steeled her nerves for what undoubtedly awaited her and stopped just in front of the door. Keeping her eyes hard she threw open the doors and marched inside. Maria followed after and took her position within eyesight of Lucy.
"Father," The blonde spoke out, trying to keep the creak from her voice although she could not hear it. Her father looked up and seemed surprised to see her.
"Lucy dear," He said. "Why are you here?" He seemed more surprised at her presence than the blonde had anticipated but she pushed on.
"I am here to speak with you, to the best of my ability of course." She hoped her voice was as strong as she willed it to be and waited for his response.
"There is no need for us to discuss matters any further than we already have." He said simply. Lucy looked to Maria for a translation and all dialogue was halted as she did so. Turning back to her father a slight sense of irritated anger began to show on her face.
"We have never spoken, father. You always talked and I always listened. That does not count as a civilized conversation; I ask one of you now." Jude's eyebrow arched slightly at her words.
"We have nothing to discuss, Lucy." He said. "We never did." Maria translated and Lucy breathed deeply, calming the flames of anger that threatened to steam away her calm demeanor.
"We have something to discuss now, Father." She gritted out. "And I intend to speak with you on the matter at once. This is nonnegotiable."
Her father's silence was taken as a motion to continue, and she did so. "You have called me useless for too long, Father." She spoke. "And I have had enough of it. To you I may be seen as a pitiful waste of your money and time but to others I am wanted and loved as a family member. I wish to return there."
Jude smiled. "Oh?"
"Yes, Father. You have seen how useless I am to you, your last attempt at profiting from me failed. I see no reason for me to stay here any longer if I am to burden you so. I ask that you permit my leave from here. Call it," She smiled internally, a bit shining through onto her straight set lips. "Good business."
Her father laughed.
"I have long since known you were of no more use to me, you wretched fool!" He exclaimed. "And I have already sent Capricorn to fetch the car! Don't think so highly of yourself that I would keep you around after such an embarrassment as this! You will never see me again, or I you for that matter! Enjoy your life with your pitiful friends, my foolish waste of a daughter. Pretty soon they'll see. You'll never be more than what you are, useless."
Lucy was slightly taken aback, she hadn't expected this. But then again, her father's refusal to let her go would've been even more surprising. She closed her eyes, fighting the tears.
She was damaged.
A younger Lucy stood in front of a large building. It had the outward appearance of a castle and although she should've been intimidated, the bright banners and streamers that hung from the towers made her feel slightly welcome.
"Fairy's house for damaged teens," Lucy said slowly. "Why was I sent here, I'm not damaged, am I? My father says damaged goods are useless. Am I useless?"
"No child is useless." A voice from in front of her said. "They're just damaged. We're all damaged, child. But some are just better at hiding it. This is a place for those who are tired of hiding who they are, or being looked at differently because of it. Here, no one is useless. We are all family, and no family is perfect. But we hold each other up when they are low, hold a hand for those who've fallen, and laugh with those who need a lift of spirit."
The voice belonged to a short old man who stood waiting for her. She was still slightly confused. "But why Fairy's House? Are you a fairy?"
The man chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "No dear," He answered. "The Fairy is a being who is hated and loved at the same time, depending on the folklore. Many say they are outcasts from Heaven who weren't evil enough for hell. Who better to watch over the outcasts then the most famous of them all?"
Lucy smiled. She would like it here.
Her eyes flashed open. She was not useless! Her family was waiting for her. Marching back to her room she left Maria with her father. She had a dress to rip off and a pair of jeans to find.
She was going home.
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