Destruction

Chapter 1

A YEAR AND A HALF AFTER KIDNAPPING

(Lucy's POV)

"Leave me alone!" I scream, horrified.

The masked man snatches me and throws me into the van. Please not again, I think.

I'm bound by ropes and I cry, trying to get free. The man tightens his hold and I cry out in pain. "Please let me go, please," I beg.

The man laughs and then we're suddenly speeding down the road. I cry harder as I still struggle to set myself free. The man takes his mask off and I gasp.

My father stares at me, laughing hysterically.

I wake with a start, clutching my chest. My recurring dream startles me, even though I've had it repeatedly. I try to contain myself, but am unable to do so. I sit on the couch and try to catch my breath. Sweat forms on my face and I will myself to calm down.

I've been sleeping on the couch now, as not to wake Jason. I don't want him to lose sleep over my petty nightmares. Realizing it's about time for me to wake up, I go to brew a cup of coffee.

I can hear the alarm go off in the back bedroom and I wait for Jason to walk in. When he does, I hand him the coffee I made him. He smiles sleepily at me.

"I'm going to get ready," I tell Jason, kissing his cheek.

I walk away and to the bedroom, grabbing my uniform. I put my Walmart shirt on, then my black pants. I finally put my shoes on and then throw my hair up in a ponytail.

I leave after telling Jason goodbye.

When I get to my car, I think about everything. It's been a year and a half since I've seen any of the girls. We stayed in contact for about a month before we just stopped talking. I haven't seen any of them since. Luke is dead now. I went to his execution.

His last words stick in my mind.

"Someone will come for you, Lucy. You remember that," He sneered.

I just stared at him, a blank expression on my face. He cackled until he could cackle no more and then finally went limp. I breathed a sigh of relief as people began to file out.

I shudder at the memory, wondering what would have happened if the injection didn't work. What if he just got life? What if someone really does come after me?

I tell myself that this isn't the case. He didn't get life, he got the opposite and now he's dead. No one seems to be coming after me. It's already been a year and a half and doesn't exactly seem likely.

I tell myself this everyday and just hope that one day I actually believe it.

I finally pull into the Walmart parking lot and go to find my station. I open up and someone immediately walks up. I groan inwardly when I see how much stuff they have. Already shopping this early? I would not be able to that.

I start ringing up the items. I want to throw a party when I finally finish. I want to kill this person when they take out cash. "Your total is 402.42," I say.

They count out the bills and then the change. I count the bills, which are mostly hundreds and two ones. I then count the change and put it in the register. "Have a nice day!" I say as perky as I can.

They smile and walk away.

My day drags on and I want to just go home and sleep. "Hello, how are you?" I ask, ringing this guys things up. I look up at the person and smile at the familiar face.

"Hey, Nathan."

"Hey, Lucy, what's up?"

"Working." I laugh, "What's up with you?" I ask, smiling a genuine smile.

"Shopping," He says, smirking. Nathan is my regular customer. He usually only waits in my line unless I'm not working. He comes in every week to do his regular shopping.

"Here you go, keep the change."

"Thanks," I say, smiling again.

"See you next week!" Nathan calls. I watch him as he goes and ring up the next customer.

My shift finally ends and I race to get home. This is my favorite part of the day. I put my things away and then go back out to my car. I drive to the range, jittery in my seat.

When I arrive, I grab the pistol from the glove box and walk inside to find my regular instructor. He greets me and we walk out to the range. As soon as I've loaded my gun, I aim, shooting. I hit the target, smirking.

"Your aim has improved, Lucy, good."

I smile at the compliment. This is the thing I love to do when I can. I love being able to just take my anger and hurt out on these things. It gives me a sense of control over one thing in my life.

I've spent about an hour at the range when I decide I've let out enough anger. I walk back to my car, placing my gun back where I had it. When I've finally arrived home, I look for Jason. It doesn't take me long because he's sitting on the couch watching T.V.

"Hey, Lucy," Jason says.

"Hi," I say, kissing his cheek.

I walk back to the bedroom and grab my clothes so I can shower. I place my things on the counter, then start to run my bath water. When I've got it at the right temperature, I turn the shower on.

I look in the mirror and scream. "What? What's going on?" Jason rushes in.

"Look." I point to the mirror.

On it, in my lipstick, is a note.

Did you miss me? I'm back to make your life a living hell. See you soon.

Tears begin to stream down my face and I try to hold it together. "What the hell?" Jason snaps.

I begin to breathe really heavily and I try to calm myself down, to no avail. Before I can stop myself, I've fallen to the floor. Black spots cover my vision and soon, I'm in complete darkness.

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It took a while, but it's finally up! I want to thank all of my submissions for the cover, but I chose to use the one my friend made for me. I knew it took a while, but I've been so busy with civic oration and everything. Thank you all for being so patient and sticking with me! I love you guys!