Lucy POV:
My cheeks quickly heat up.
I said it... I think I love Natsu...
My hand grazes the door handle, and then twists it downward.
The giddy smile on my face disappears in a matter of seconds as I step inside the dwelling.
In front of me sits my father, of course, holding a bottle of beer in his hand.
He greets me with a loud, disgusting burp.
"You coming home late every night has really made me pissed you know that? You're always with that bastard... what's his name? Oh yeah... Natsu." My father begins with a sly grin.
"I saw what you just did out there." He states.
My eyes widen in shock.
He watched me!? Again?! How!?
"You think that you can just stay out late and have fun with men all night? I bet you're just using that boy for sex! But, I wouldn't expect anything less from my slutty daughter now would I?" My dad laughs.
My teeth grind and fists clench up.
"I might have to teach you a thing or two about how to deal with men, my sweet, because sometimes..."
His feet start to inch closer.
"they can be a little..."
And closer.
"how you say..."
My father overshadows me.
"rough." My dad explains coldheartedly.
He connects his fist with my neck.
Losing my breath, my father grabs me by my shirt.
"See, men sometimes like it better when girls show a little more skin." He devilishly smiles.
My uniform top still in his grip, my father uses all his force to rip a gaping hole on the right side, which resulted in revealing a portion of my bra.
"See! That's better!" he exclaims as he gazes at my bare skin.
He grabs both of my arms and pulls me down to the floor.
Looking down at me, he seems pleased with his creation, yet he shows a little disappointment.
My father kicks my stomach repeatedly until he's finally satisfied with his work.
"YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO LOVE! NOT AFTER WHAT YOU DID! NOT AFTER WHAT YOU DID TO LAYLA!" He screams as he finished off his last kick.
Finally, he stumbled off to his room and left me to lie there exposed on the floor
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Gathering up the strength, I pick myself up and walk upstairs.
Opening my bedroom door, I go to the bathroom to look at the damage.
I slip off my now unwearable top and throw it in the garbage, and then change into my pajamas from last night.
Slowly, my body comes in contact with my comfortable bed.
He's never done that before...
Tears begin to fall down my cheeks as I peacefully drift to sleep.
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The Things She Never Spoke Of
FanfictionEveryone has things they don't want to talk about. Those things may cause sadness or pain, therefore she doesn't speak of them. She keeps her mouth shut, hiding herself from the world. Will she ever overcome the pain or will she keep shutting hersel...
