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Lucy's Pov

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing: three new messages from Jake.

"Good morning, beautiful."

"Time to wake up, sleeping beauty."

"Would you like to make me company today? The park around 3pm?"

"Saturday mornings are designed for sleep. You seriously woke me up early on a day I'm allowed to sleep in?" I reply back to his first three messages.

Jake instantly responds, "I'm sorry, beautiful. I didn't know."

"Fine." I reply. "But I don't think I can go to the park with you today."

It wasn't that long ago that dad had allowed me to go out to Daisy's party. I don't see any possibility of him letting me go out again today seeing as the party was less than a month ago. "Why?"

"My dad is strict. My mom would let me but my dad is no guarantee." That's just how it always is, mom says yes while dad says no.

"I could call and ask him for you."

I laughed, actually laughed. No one has really wanted to confront my dad much less ask him for anything. He's the big, bulky kind of guy who everyone is afraid of. "Nah, I'll try asking. Don't get your hopes up."

"Fingers crossed."

I walk toward my mom and ask her first. As always, she says yes. Now I have to face dad who is sitting on the couch in the living room. A commercial pops up and I take my chance to ask.

"Absolutely not. You went out three weeks ago to your friends party." Dad sneers, sometimes I wonder what my mom ever saw in him. She always claims he was different before but I find it hard to believe. I don't argue; I nod and walk away ashamed of myself for not being capable to confront him. Daisy's party was three weeks ago, not three hours ago. Why couldn't I go out today?

This is unfair. "I hope you didn't get your hopes up; I can't go today."

Jake replies almost instantly, "Serious? I actually wanted to see you today. What day can you?"

I don't get a chance to press the send button because mom saunters into my bedroom. I forgot to lock the door.

Mom asks me why I didn't go see Jake and I confess to her that I couldn't because dad refused to let me considering the fact that I went out three weeks ago. So, she comes up with a rebellious idea. "Sneak out, I'll cover for you."

"Mom," My jaw hangs, nearly falling off. "I told Jake that I couldn't go."

"Well why did you do that for?" She crosses her arms. I hang my head, "I don't want to get on dad's bad side. You know how he gets when we disobey him."

"Tell him you can go, sneak out and I'll make sure your dad doesn't suspect just be back in three hours, honey." She smiles, stroking my hair with her fingers. "Thanks, mom."

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"Your mom told you to sneak out?" He gasped, walking beside me.

"I have to return in three hours; I have," I check the time. "Two more hours."

"I'll be fine with just thirty minutes." He smirks, I stay silent as we continue to walk around the park, talking and making jokes.

We must have been really entertained since I nearly had a heart attack when I checked the time. I needed to be home in twenty minutes or else I'd be in trouble.

I inform Jake and run as fast as I can to my car, speeding home once the ignition is on. I sigh in relief when as I arrived home and saw that I had five minutes to spare. I enter the house with a smile but it fades when I see my mom on the couch, upset.

"What's the matter, mom?" I ask taking the spot available next to her. She didn't get to answer my question because dad appeared and questioned me. "Where were you?"

I glance at mom, she gives me a sad smile encouraging me to tell dad the truth. "Who gave you permission to leave?" Dad continues to scold after listening to me.

I don't answer; my siblings and I fear him. Mom is possibly the one and only who isn't afraid of him because he doesn't treat her like he treats us but right now, I think he scared her shitless.

"It won't happen again," Mom intervenes. "I let her go, she's a teen. She should live her life. Let this one slide."

Dad let it slide alright; his hand slid across my face leaving the sensation of burning pain on my face.

"Never disobey me again, lucille. Not even if your mother let's you." He shouts, "Go to your room, your grounded."

I bite my lip to hold my tears back and walk to my room quickly. As I shut the door, I hear mom trying to reason with him. "Don't you think you were a little to hard on her? You didn't need to slap her!" She argues.

I don't hear the rest, they're muffled by the clouds possessing my head as tears roll down my cheeks. I must have cried for a few minutes since I feel short of breath. I wipe my wet tears and cringe when I make contact with the spot dad slapped.

I hate to cry because of him. Dad doesn't understand me; mom at least tries to. I take a deep breath and crouch down on the floor once I'm not sobbing anymore.

I reach under my bed for a little box containing what i occasionally use when I'm emotionally unstable. A blade.