CHERUB, the next-gen.

Chapter 18: Lucy's POV

I woke up with a jolt, "Pam!" I yelled while looking around. I was covered with a mass of blankets lying on my grandma's couch. "Ugh, just a bad dream" I muttered then rolled over to go back to sleep. Suddenly, after about a minute, events from last night came rushing in and I sat up again. Too real to be a dream. "Oh no", oh my god, what happened to me? I touched my neck then whipped my head around, agh where's Pam!? I thought while frantically trying to wiggle myself out from under the blankets. As I finally got out my grandma walked into the room. "Hey sleepy head!" she laughed "you've slept in till 6pm and I couldn't wake you, it's almost dinner and you need to eat!" my mouth hung open, "six?" I choked as my grandma started setting the table. I stumbled to her and asked "what time did I get home?" she stopped and put on a stern look, "well that reminds me, did you go to a party last night?" "no.." I replied "well when you got home some strange boy, but handsome, carried you inside and told me you fell asleep... did you get drunk?" I started to panic, I couldn't tell her about what happened, so I looked up and lied. "I was at a friend's house and- and I fell asleep so I guess he carried me home! He's very nice" I added after she gave me a strange look. Very nice my ass, I thought while fake smiling at her. "Alright" she said not quite believing me "just tell me next time". 

I wolf down my food, wash the dishes and stuff some stuff into a backpack, like food, water, the essentials. The only thought that was swirling around my head was that I needed to find her,  knowing that I'm not completely thinking this through. I dash into her room to tell my grandma that I have to be somewhere, "I might be back for tomorrow" I told her without looking up as I pack the last of my things. "Lucy, you've barely been coming in here and I'm getting worried." My grandma took my hands and sat me down. "What's going on?". I squeezed her hands gently, "nothing is going on, I'm just going to visit a friend.. But she's not very close." I got up to leave but my grandma stopped me, "I don't trust the buses or subways to take you wherever you want to go, so I got something for you". She walked into her room and was in there for about five minutes until she came out holding something. She sighed, "I know you can ride a motorcycle and-" "you do?" I asked bewildered with my face heating up. She laughed "of course I do, your friend's parents taught you, right?" "Yeah..." I answered looking at my hands. "Well, before your grandpa died he left me his quite expensive motorcycle, wanting me to give it to you... If you ever learned. But since your mom was very passionate about you not learning how to ride one, I was going to sell it. When I was walking to the shop to see if they would take it, I saw you with your friends' parents and you were pretty good! May I say so myself." She winked. "Then after my son's disappearance I realized that you needed this," she put a driver's license, a set of keys and a bunch of cash into my hand. "What is this!?" I stammered excitedly, "grandma I'm only twelve!" "number 584 in the garage, use it wisely" she simply said. She then ushered me out the door while handing me the money, "what do you mean disappearance, everyone told me he died." I asked her as I stood dumbfounded at the door,. "Hurry, or you're going to be late for your friend!" she ignored me while kissing me on the head. "Almost thirteen." Then softly closed the door.