Thanks Jack.

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I watch as Jay walked out of the room and back upstairs. I growl and stand up, I climb the stairs to the main floor of the house. I go into the dinning room and see the rabbit is gone but the wood table top is stained from the blood. I hear a growl come from Zack. I look over at him unamused.

"If you have something to say, say it." I hiss at him.

"You do not speak to me like that!" Zack yelled and stood up from the table. He reached for me but I moved too quickly so he missed.

"What? Did I hurt your feelings?" I mock him as I move silently away from him.

"You're going to wish you were dead." He yelled as he grabbed my neck and threw me against the wall. He was only centimeters away from my face.

"You're no better then him." I hiss at Zack.

"I'm worse then him." He yelled in my face and slammed me against the floor. I looked up at him, he towed over me.

"Zack Stop. You said we would talk to her." Jay yelled and tried to stop Zack.

I didn't move quick enough or miss Zack's foot that nailed me in the gut. I grunt out in pain as I stand quietly and bolt for the door. I make it out before Zack could reach me. I get my helmet on and turned my bike on. I race down the driveway. I head off towards the city. My body hurt. I probably broke something.

I make it to the city and find an alleyway to park in. I go into a tattoo parlors and sit.

"Can I help you?" I tattooed lady asked from behind the desk.

"Is Mikey here?" I say as I put my helmet on the seat next to me.

"Just a second." The lady said walking away farther into the building. A few minutes pass and a tall boy with black shaggy hair, and tattooed arms came to the front.

"How can I help? Lucy?" Mikey asked.

"Hey Mikey. You got some time?" I say standing.

"Ya, what's up?" He asked as he looked at my hair. "You have a new hair color. I like it." He said.

"I want a tattoo. And a piercing if you have time." I say as I go over to him.

"I have all night. Come on back." He said as he walks to his tattoo room. I follow him and sit in the chair. "So what you looking for?" He asked.

"A blood raven on my right arm and above it a raven time glass." I say as I look at him. He sat down and started to draw. He turned to me about an hour later with two drawings.

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"I like those

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"I like those." I say.

"Good because I wasn't drawing something different." He snicker as he got his stuff around. "So what happened?" He asked as he transferred the pattern to my arm.

"Life hit all the sudden. And I took a beating tonight." I laugh as I feel the tattoo gun start on my arm.

"I can tell. You have bruises around your neck. You scared Lily out there. She thought you where here because of a boyfriend." He laughed.

"More like uncle." I sigh.

"Spill it"

"I have to stay with him for two weeks well my boyfriend is gone. And he gave me chores to do and rules. I didn't do my chores and I killed a rabbit and put it on their dining table and it stained the table and then I got mouthy and he beat me for that well his husband watched." I say as I watch Mikey.

"That's harsh. Well is this your therapy for that day?" He asked.

"That sounds like it works. But I have all the time you want." I say.

"I can finish them both before tomorrow. And looks like your skin is doing fine so it shouldn't be a problem for them to be done by then."

"Okay." I mumble.

******* Time Skip*******

Durning the time the tattoo was being done my phone was ringing off the hook. I ended up turning it off.

Mikey was done the next morning about nineish. "Alright done. They look amazing."

"Thanks. How much?" I ask.

"They are free for my girl." He smiled and gave me a hug.

"Thanks again."

I walk out of the tattoo parlor and take my helmet with me. I pull my sleeve down over the plastic wrap. I put my helmet on and get back on my bike. I drive off to a little dinner down the road. I park and go inside. I sit at the bar of the old fashion diner. An older lady came over to me.

"Rough night hunny?" She asked as she poured a cup of coffee.

"You could say that." I mumble as I take the cup and put creamer in it.

"What will you be having?" She asked as she got out a notepad.

"Bacon and eggs will be fine." I say as I take a drink of my coffee.

"How would you like your eggs?"

"Surprise me." I say as I rub my eyes.

"Can do. It will be out soon." She said as she walked away.

I put my head down on the counter top and sigh.

"Don't let life get you down." I voice says from next to me.

I look over at the voice to see an old man. He had a red and white cane next to him.

"It already has." I say as I take my cup and move it to the other side of me away from him.

"Can I sit with you?" He asked.

"I don't see why not."

"Thank you. What's your name child." He asked.

"Lucy."

"I'm jack. It's nice to meet you. What's got you down?" He asked.

"Home life." I say as I take a drink.

"That seems like a problem. But don't let it get in your way of you living your life the way you want too." He smiled as he looked straight forward.

"You're right." I say as I stand. I put 50 bucks on the table and tell the waitress that I'm paying for the old man too. "Thanks Jack." I say before I leave the dinner with my helmet in hand.

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