Hello my fairies! This is a brand new story I'm starting. I hope you all enjoy it! Quick disclaimer: I am not against Gray x Lucy nor am I trying to hate on it or anything! So enjoy!

Dare to Disobey

Prologue

It's been two years since happiness. Two years since love. Two years since excitement. Two years since that day. That day. What a day it was. If only every day was like that day. To tell you the truth, I wish that day never happened. I wish I never said yes. I wish I never bought a dress. I wish I never asked Cana to be my maid of honor. I wish I never booked a date. Had I known what I know now, I would've never done that. I would've never gotten married. I would've never given my life to that asshole. If I had known who he really was, I would've moved on. I would've left. But I didn't. I didn't leave. I didn't move on. I stayed. I said yes. I bought the dress. I booked the date. And now, I'm stuck. I'm stuck with a life I hate. Mrs. Fullbuster. I hate my new name. I hate saying "Hi there! My name is Lucy Fullbuster!" I hate my husband. I hate the man who trapped me in this living hell. I hate how he treats me. I hate the abuse. I hate the isolation. I hate the fights. I hate the boredom. I hate jumping out of my skin every time I hear a car door slam. I hate not sleeping in fear of not waking up. I hate the screaming. I hate the crying. I hate the guilt. I hate it. I hate it all.

Chapter One

I sit at my kitchen table alone. I nervously rub the warm coffee filled mug in my hands. This was it. I had a job to do and today was the day to do it. A car pulls up and my heart drops. It was Gray. I jolt up from fear as the car door slams shut. Gray had just gotten back from the store. He was getting ice for some reason. I know it was a lie. He tells me he's going to the store when it's just an excuse to go drink or get laid. He opens the kitchen door and walks in. No groceries in his hands.

"I thought you went shopping." I say softly. He walks up to me calmly. He gets really close to me and grabs the sides of my head and kisses me. Hard. I hold back a gag. He smelt of vodka and whiskey. Who has alcohol at 11:00 in the morning?

"I did." He says as he pulls away from me. His words were slurred.

"The bags are in my car. I had to get some tools for the shed I'm building." Another lie. He started building this "shed" a year ago.

"I thought you said you were getting ice." I say softly. I shouldn't have done that.

Suddenly a burst of anger erupts from Gray. "SERIOUSLY LUCY?!" He shouts. I look away. Stay strong Luce. I think. I take a deep breath and focus on my mug.

"GODDAMNIT LUCY. YOU ALWAYS DO THIS?" He screams. "You twist my words around. Make me seem like the big bad husband." His voice was dripping with hatred.

"Gray please, stop yelling." I say refusing to look up at him.

"Ohh poor baby." He says mocking me. "Lucy doesn't like when I yell." A ball of anger forms in my stomach. "TOUGH SHIT LUCY. I'M GONNA YELL IF I WANT TO." Tears form in my eyes.

"Gray. We need to talk. Please just calm down." I say.

"God Lucy you're voice is so annoying." He says rolling his eyes. He begins to stare at me. "Hey. Look at me." He says. "Look at me." He says again strictly. I refuse to do it. "I. Said. Look. At. Me." I look up and as soon as I do, a hand connects to my cheek. A stinging burning feeling is next. He grabs my face tightly nails digging into my cheeks. "You look at me when I talk to you." He spits. He lets go of my face in disgust.

"I... I'm sorry.." I say holding back tears. He sits down across from me.

"You do this to yourself, you know. You provoke me. You get hit because of your big mouth." He says to me. He shakes his head. "Why the hell did I marry a slut like you?"

"I'm not a slut, Gray." I mutter.

"The f*** did you just say?!" He snaps.

"No-nothing." I stay a chill creeping up my back.

"Yea ok." He says rolling his eyes. "Now what did you want to talk about?" My heart pounds in my chest. I stare at my mug rubbing the side of it with my finger. Say it Luce. You need to say it.

"I..." I begin slowly. He stares at me with a bored expression. "I want.." Say you want it Lucy. Say it. "I want a divorce." I look up. Before I know it he's towering over me. Everything happens in slow motion. My heart stops for a second and I feel like an ant whose about to be squashed. He rips the hot coffee mug from me and pours it over my head. I scream. The hot liquid burns my skin. Gray grabs my shoulders and throws me to the floor. My world goes black.

"Lucy?" The first thing I hear when I regain consciousness. My world still black opens to a white orb. The white grows until I can see figures. Two, and both were hovering over me. It takes a few seconds for me to make out features. "Lucy, thank God." A tall brunette is on my right and a red head on my left. I lie there for a second, confused and lost. My body feels heavy. I look down. I'm lying down in a hospital gown wrapped in a blanket. I lift my hand to reveal an IV needle. My chest and stomach had heart monitors on them and a faint beeping sound was playing. "Lucy, please, say something." The brunette says, her voice full of worry and pain.

"Cana, please, she just woke up. Take your time Luce." The red head says. I realize that both girls were holding my hands.

"Am I in a hospital?" I ask.

"Yea Luce, you're safe." Cana says.

"How did I get here?" Cana and Erza glance at each other.

"Gray called the ambulance." Cana says nervously.

"How did you guys get here?" I ask.

"Don't get mad, ok?" Cana says.

"What. Did. You. Guys. Do?" I ask through my teeth.

"Let me handle this." Erza says. "Lucy, we may have changed the emergency contacts on your medical forms." I stare in shock. "It used to be just Gray. Now it's me and Cana." Anger builds in my chest.

"Are you serious? Do you understand what you have done!?" I snap.

"Yes. I know exactly what I've just done." Erza says sternly. "Cana and I have made your life a whole lot safer. This can't go on Lucy."

"My life doesn't need to be a "whole lot safer" Erza. Nothing is wrong. I'm fine. Gray's fine. I'm happy. He's happy. We're happy. Everything is perfect." I say, venom dripping from each word.

"THEN HOW'D YOU END UP IN THE HOSPITAL LUCY?!" Cana explodes. "Tell me!"

"Cana, please!" Erza snaps. Cana recedes to a chair at the corner of the room, folding her arms in a huff. "But, Lucy, what happened? Gray told the doctors you spilled some coffee on you, then tripped and fell." She examines me closely. "The bruises on your face say differently."

"Where is Gray?" I ask.

"Doesn't matter. Tell me what happened." Erza says. Her eyes were boiling holes into mine.

"I spilt coffee on myself." I say quietly, refusing to look at her.

"Really?" Erza asks, unconvinced. "So, what you're saying is that you took a mug of hot coffee, lifted it over your head, and "accidently" poured it on your head. Because, according to the doctors, the burns on your face and head could only be caused by a continuous pouring of a boiling hot liquid in the same spot, above your head." She points to the top of my head and draws an imaginary line to the red lines on the front of my face. "And what about this?" She points to the right side of my head. "You had to get 23 stitches. The doctors said an injury like this would mean you were thrown into the corner of something at a powerful force."

"I tripped." I say unconvincingly.

"That's not an acceptable answer." She says crossing her arms and shaking her head.

"I'm sorry you don't like my answer." I retort.

"I don't like your answer because your answer is a lie." She counters angrily. "You have nail marks and bruises all over your face."

"They're mine." I say.

"LUCY! I can't let you live like this!" Erza yells. "You don't have a job, you don't have any social media, Gray has all your money, he holds your phone, and even more. Lucy, I know you see all the red flags, and I know you try very hard to hide them, but it's obvious to everyone that what you and Gray have is not healthy nor acceptable."
"Where's Gray?" I ask quietly.

"IS THAT ALL YOU CARE ABOUT?!" Cana screams. "HE ABUSES YOU AND HURTS YOU AND MAKES YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL! AND YOU LET HIM! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!" Erza holds out a hand to Cana as to say Calm down.

"Gray's at your house." Erza says. "We told him to go home."

"And he just listened to you?" I ask in shock.

"That's not important." Erza says.

"Oh my god." I say. I shake violently from the thoughts of the torture I'd be going home too.

"You're not going home Lucy." Cana says.

"Cana!" Erza snaps. "She's not ready."
"Excuse me?!" I shriek.

"NO, enough of this. Lucy, listen, while Gray was here Gildarts packed up all your valuables and they're all in my house." She says.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" I scream. "GRAY IS MY LIFELINE. HE HAS ALL MY BANKACCOUNTS, ALL MY LEGAL DOCUMENTS, HE HAS EVERYTHING!"

"We thought of that already." Erza says, glaring at Cana. "We found out that he keeps everything in a safe in his closet. Gildarts is going to just take it…"

This can't be happening. My entire world is falling apart. I grab my head with both of my hands, curl up, and sob. I cry hard. Harder then I've ever cried before.

"You're being released in a week." Erza says quietly. She wraps her arm around me and pulls me close. Cana walks over and does the same.

Then there's a knock at the door. The door opens and a beautiful white haired lady walks in. "Sorry to interrupt." Her voice is melodious and kind. "I just wanted to check up on our little patient." She smiles and walks over. Erza and Cana retreat back to make room for the doctor. "My name is Doctor Strauss." She holds out a soft hand and I take it nervously. "Well Mrs. Fullbuster it looks like you're hurt pretty bad." She says flipping through papers on a clipboard. "You have third degree burns, and a major concussion. You were given 23 stitches on the side of your head." I look down sheepishly. "So I'm going to check your vitals and we shall go from there." She says smiling.

After a few minutes of medical talk, Dr. Strauss finally talks in terms I can understand.

"Well, your vitals seem ok but you have a serious concussion I want to keep you here in a week. I already talked to Ms. Scarlet about keeping you here and they have permission to stay here over night to keep an eye on you." She says motioning to the two girls. I nod. "To relieve some of the pain I'm putting you on analgesia. You are in control of the amount of medication you want by pushing this button." She motions to the IV.

"Thank you." I say softly. She smiles.
"Of course, if you need anything at all just call." With a final smile, she exits the room.

"Please." I say. Erza and Cana turn to me. "Please help me."