Lucy didn't want to delve into the painful past, knowing it would only lead to more questions. Trying to deflect, she asked, "Any news on that mafia boss stuff?" She focused her eyes on Gray, whose face was still in shock. "No, Lucy, you can't change the subject. Answer the questions," he demanded, his tone firm yet trying to mask his concern.
Regret washed over Lucy for her choice to wear shorts that night. She had forgotten about the scars, as they felt like a normal part of her. "My childhood," she said, her voice unsure as she tried to explain. "What? How?" Tim stepped closer, his eyes searching hers for answers. "My dad. When I did something he didn't like or if I did something wrong," she explained, her voice heavy with the weight of old memories. She glanced at the others, who stood frozen in shock.
Suddenly, she felt two strong arms pull her into a hug. She didn't hug back, feeling too vulnerable. "Who is your dad?" Gray asked angrily, clearly intent on bringing him to justice. "Not important. He's already arrested," she replied. Gray nodded, though his anger didn't dissipate. "Why don't we sit down, and you can tell us more about your childhood?" Angela suggested gently. "Or we could maybe eat breakfast," Lucy countered, not eager to revisit painful memories. "No," Tim said firmly. "I need to know what else he did to you." "Fine," Lucy conceded, sitting down with a resigned sigh.
The others followed suit, ready to listen. "What do you want to know?" she asked, hoping to limit her revelations to what they specifically asked about" how about you tell us your childhood story from start to end" Nyla said. She took a deep breath and started to tell them " well I was raised by my dad. When I was three he got into something that he didn't tell me, which made us move a lot. When I was five he started to teach me how to fight and to throw knives. He said it was for protection. emm what more... i never went to school, my dad would teach me" she said and took a break wich made the others think she was done " wow that's-" Jackson said but cut of " oh i am not done. When i was six he learned me how to hack things. But that was quit hard so when i messed up he would either stab me, hit me or he would look at me if it was cold outside. And yes Tim that is why i didn't freeze the other day in the freezer. One time when i was nine he came to my room dragged me down to the basement and raped me. That is when i shut down completely" she said and looked up from her lap to see everyone's eyes had teared up " what? it was you that wanted to know. But anyways em. That went on and on. When I was fourteen he took me to this abandoned house and made me shoot a guy who that had kidnaped. And when i was six teen i ran away. And that is my short childhood story. then i joined Navy seals and became a sargent" she finished and every one was speech less
"Any questions?" she asked, trying to lighten the mood. "Th-that is horrible," Angela said as she was visibly shaken. "No wonder you don't show any emotion," Jackson added. "Yeah, it is what it is. Can't do anything about it," she replied with a shrug. "This is crazy, Lucy. How did you even get through that?" John asked, concerned. "I don't know. I ignored it and it went away, but now that he's back, it's all coming back to me," she said. Despite her calm demeanor, it was clear that she was struggling inside.
