Stay- JJ Watt Fanfic

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

~Lucy’s POV~

JJ texted me later that night to let me know that he had made the reservations for the next day. I slowly made the phone call to my father. Already worrying of what he was going to say. Jackson Hughes was nothing like my mother and for that I was grateful. He didn’t have the same upbringing as my mother. He came from a much lower class than she did but worked his butt off to give himself and his family the life he thought we all deserved. He knew we needed to leave my mother. He had seen what it was doing to me, her controlling my life. What she was doing to his life. She didn’t love anyone but herself and only cared about the money and who she could control to get what she wanted. She was and always will be after death, evil.

"Hey dad!" I greeted when he answered the phone.

"Hey Lucy, what’s up?"

"Well I was wondering if you had plans tomorrow."

"I have a meeting in the morning but after that I’m free. What’s going on?"

"Well… you remember JJ?"

The line was silent.

"Dad? You still there?" I asked, worried that he hung up.

He sighed and said yes.

"Well JJ wanted to meet up and talk." I said.

"Is this a good idea?" He asked.

"I’m not sure but I feel like we all owe it to ourselves to clear the air." I said.

"Text me the details and I’ll be there." He said.

"Thanks dad!" I said and we said our goodbyes.

I then sent a quick text to let JJ know that everything was good to go for the next day.

~the next day~

I waited nervously for my dad to arrive. JJ had asked me to come a little early so we could catch up some more. We both quickly realized we hadn’t changed much since college. I didn’t get to enjoy my college experience very much but I loved hearing about JJ’s. I mostly loved hearing his football stories.

"Hello Lucy, sorry I’m a little late." My father said pulling me out of my trance.

"That’s fine dad. You remember JJ?" I said gesturing towards the man sitting next to me.

"JJ. It’s been… Well it’s been awhile." My father said shaking his hand.

"Yes sir it has. How are you doing?"

"I’m well and yourself?"