Boss

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Lucy had been kidnapped. She was bleeding, cold, and was alone in a dark room with nothing but a metal tiara. Her body was shaking uncontrollably, and it wasn't just because of the cold.

She couldn't help but wonder if this was apart of sex trafficking or if she was just here to become nothing but a bloodstain on the concrete floor. Her head was still hurting and she was still a little dizzy from the chloroform. She wanted nothing more then to be at home and in her bed, where she could sleep safely and comfortably.

She wanted to sleep, but her mind was fighting it, who knows what could happen while she was resting? Eventually her eyes started to close -which didn't make a difference in the pitch black room- and drifted off into a place where she could be at peace.
  

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"Lucy! A princess holds her cup like this, not like this!" Rosie said holding a cup up with her little pinkie out. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a pony and her tiara was about to fall off. "Oh, Lucy! How's everything going with school?" Aunt May asked.

"Everything is going great, I really like my dance classes." Lucy was really proud of her accomplishments in the art of dance, she was easily the best in all of her classes.

"Wow, Lucy i'm impressed," Aunt May said with a proud smile "Dance Club, Dance Classes, and you are still able to get good grades? I wish I was like that when I was your age." Lucy chuckled then sheepishly added, "Don't forget my extra dance classes at the studio near our house, those are my favorites."

Rosie jumped on Lucy and tugged lightly on her hair and not so quietly whispered in Lucy's ear, "Make sure you don't get knocked up like my mommy did." Aunt May gasped and playfully said, "Yeah well if I didn't get knocked up then you wouldn't be here!"

Lucy giggled and gently pushed Rosie off of her. She was still worried about what was going to happen when she got home, she had to meet her dad's boss today and she still wasn't ready.

"Alright Aunt May, I gotta head out. I haven't picked out an outfit to wear for dinner tonight!" Aunt May tsked and picked up Rosie to put her on her hip, "Okay sweety, be safe!" Lucy rolled her eyes and opened the door, "Of course." "I love you Luce!" Rosie cried out as Lucy was leaving their house.

It was a beautiful evening and, as usual, the route to her house was barren with very little people being seen. She enjoyed these walks, they always gave her time to think and that was something that she rarely had now that she had become a senior.

She was very busy with Dance but it was a sacrifice that she was willing to make to be happy and do what she loves. Soon enough her house came into view and she smiled. She had always loved her house, it was the place that she grew up in, not to mention that it was beautiful. It was three stories tall and was white as snow.

The shutters were a dark blue and the fence around it was the same color to keep it visually appealing to the eye. The wrap around porch was clean and had a rocking chairs and a nice big swing to fit two people on.

Her house definitely screamed "Expensive" and it wasn't wrong, thankfully her dad works for a very expensive company and he was apparently very important. She was just happy that her parents are very relaxed and didn't buy a huge mansion somewhere on a hill top.

They were smart with money and that's why they got a cute but nice house in a very safe neighborhood.

She skipped up the steps and opened the door to be quickly greeted by her parents, "Lucy! You aren't even dressed! You should have gotten in your formal attire earlier. Does it have something to do with school? Are you okay? Do you need to share some of your feelings?" Lucy wasn't surprised to have her mom immediately try and fix any imaginary problems that she had, when your mom is a therapist you have to be very skilled at hiding your feelings.

"Barb, lay off of the poor girl. She went to May's right after school, i'm sure that she's fine. Did you finish your homework Kiddo?" Lucy nodded. "All of it?" added in her mother. "Every last bit of it." Her dad reached out and gave her a hug before saying, "I'm sorry that you had to miss your extra dance classes today."

Lucy hugged her dad back tightly and then broke the embrace to see her father's face. Her father was where she got her blonde hair and her navy blue eyes, he also passed down his dimples to give her the cute feature on her cheeks. Her mom had given Lucy her physique which is an hour glass shape that Lucy loved and the freckles that she had sprinkled on her nose and lightly across her cheeks. "It's alright dad, I can always miss a day if it's for something important. You nervous to to see your boss?"

Her dad rolled his eyes, "Not at all." then Lucy's mom spoke up and said, "Bullshit, you have been pacing around the house all damn day to make it look perfect Gerald." Her father winced and pulled his wife to him, "Yeah you're right," he said with a sigh "I just want it to be impressive and nice."

"I know you do but you need to breathe a little bit in between, go sit down on the couch while I finish preparing dinner. Lucy go upstairs and change into something more presentable, like maybe that white dress that you like a lot." Lucy nodded and quickly went up the stairs to get to her room. Her room had a green and purple color theme and it was her sanctuary.

She got out the white dress and scrunched up her nose. 'It's a nice dress for hanging out, not for a formal dinner.' then she picked out her favorite dress, she only wore it on a rare occasion. It was a navy blue color and it went all the way down to the floor. It had a tiny slit which showed a little knee and had a sweetheart neckline.

She looked at the beautiful dress on her and she felt pride. She looked good.

Lucy walked down the stairs and saw a man at the edge of the staircase. He had dirty blonde hair, light brown eyes, and was wearing a fancy looking tux. He was beautiful. Lucy was positive that it was her dad's boss and greeted him with a genuine smile. He smiled politely and there was a weird glimmer in his eyes, "Hello darling. What's your name?"

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