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Pieces
This couldn't be happening!
Lucy curled further, trying to protect herself from the objects that kept falling around her, hitting her arms (that were protecting her face) and her legs. The sound of glass and china crashing on the floor reached her ears at the same time that hurtful words pierced her.
She thought about moving her hands to cover her ears but then her face would, most likely, be cut by the flying bits of china that were surrounding her.
At the same time that this was happening she couldn't help but remember the events from moments ago, trying to find some way out and berating herself for not noticing things at the right time and fleeing the kitchen when she could.
It had started as quite a normal night. Well, this one was a bit out of the average as her father had given the night off to all the employees. He had been doing that lately, at random times. So, Lucy was alone at the mansion – alone with her father, that is.
She had come to the kitchen to eat and drink something before going to sleep. She had poured milk to her favorite tumbler and was about to grab a couple of Mrs. Spet's marvelous sandwiches before returning to her room.
She had no time to do such thing.
From one of the kitchen's doors a male voice cut the silence.
She was taken by surprise so, with a slight jump, she turned around. It could only be one person really but she was surprised to see her father there.
He entered the kitchen fully and, as he was wobbling a little, he paused to steady himself in one of the counters that was by the door.
Lucy was shocked to see that he was very drunk. Her father didn't do more than social drinking… then, why was he like this? Looking at her with contempt. She didn't like this one bit but little she know that the bad part had yet to come.
The man caught himself and started yelling at her, telling Lucy how ashamed of her he was, how everything that went wrong was her fault.
She looked at him with wide eyes, mouth falling open but no sound coming out.
Her father started pacing from one side to the other, walking the length of the large dinner table that was in the middle of the kitchen. Then he came to a stop a few steps from Lucy. A sudden silence fell upon the kitchen but it was so heavy that Lucy had trouble breathing. She tightened her hold on the finely decorated jug of milk that she had been about to put back on the rightful place.
The moment of tension was broken when her father got close to her in two strides and punched it. The jug flew through the air before crashing on the floor, splashing milk all over the place, even dirtying the bottom of Lucy's nightgown.
Then he grabbed the front of her robe and shook it violently while he all but yelled at her.
Lucy felt completely helpless, she couldn't do anything to stop this and for moments she feared that he was going to hit her.
He didn't hit her but let go of her, making her fall back and slip on the wet floor, ending up sprawled on it. She even knocked her head in the corner of the counter, she could feel something dribbling down from her forehead. She didn't dare to move her hand to see what it was – blood, she was sure of it – in fear of attracting too much attention upon her.
At least for the moment the man's rage wasn't directed at her.
'Maybe I thought about it too early…' was her bitter thought instants later when the contents of the cupboards (glasses, dishes, etc) crashed around her, each bit flying closer and closer to her until they seemed to be raining on her.
He kept yelling and Lucy wondered if there was any way for her to leave this hellish place, at the same time that Lucy tried to shrink so that she was a smaller target.
Then, there it was, an opening.
He had just turned around to get more ammunition so the way to the door was clear.
Lucy got up and ran as fast as she could, not caring that her feet were bleeding from cuts caused by the pointy pieces of china that littered the kitchen's floor. It didn't matter that she was bleeding from her forehead or that the sweat was prickling at that wound and giving her a burning feeling. She could still hear him screaming, almost as if he was right behind her and that made her push herself even harder.
She ran up the majestic staircase, the blood from her feet making her skid uncertainly at some point but she couldn't slow down nor stop, no – not yet. Not until she got to her haven.
There it was, the sturdy dark wood greeted her fingers and she stumbled to her dark room.
She hurriedly closed the door and locked it. That's when her legs lost their strength and she slid to the floor.
There she wept, bitter, anguished tears.
As time went by the sounds coming from her became even more heart wrenching but it was to no use.
She was alone and that was it.
Nothing was going to be the same as before…
Outside, the moon that had been shining so brightly, as if responding to Lucy's laments, was covered by dark clouds and soon after, rain was falling down heavily.
What Lucy didn't know was that the worst had yet to come…
A/N: Well, this is just a small drabble that became a bit angsty but now I'm feeling much better. There's nothing like fanfiction to get rid of a bad funk.
(-.-') I know that the time of the action is uncertain but think of this when Lucy hasn't emancipated yet.
Anyway, hope you liked it… Please review. :)
P.S.- This was meant to be just a one-shot but I think I'm continue to write, even if irregularly, so look forward to an update (when inspiration strikes...) ;D