Bridges burnt
950 Words
Lucy;
I strode with conviction towards the church. It was Sunday, they would all be there. I could not wait to give them a piece of my mind! Did I still believe in my faith, yes. However, I did not believe in all aspects of it anymore. How could someone not be allowed to feel good about their accomplishments, how could a father kick his child to the curb because of a silly view. I rested my hand on the black circle handle of the heavy wooden church doors. Taking a sharp breath in, I pushed with all my might, creating an echo throughout.
The head of the congregation all turned to face me. Shock and surprise evident on their faces. My father had turned red again. I could almost see the steam pouring from his ears. His hands balling at his sides.
A smirk grew across my lips as I pushed foward. Striding down the isle and taking place next to my seething father.
" Good morning everyone. I just came to share a few things before I take my leave." gasps echoed through the church, women bough their hands to their mouths in shock, men looked from me to each other.
" I am Lucy, the pastors daughter, I am also an athlete, did you all know that? I volunteer all my time, did you know that? I do for everyone more than I do for myself. How many of you knew that?! No, no one?
I wonder why?" My voice was shaking, yet it was strong and forceful. I was so angry I hadn't been acknowledged as my own person. I was always property.
" Anyway, I just needed you all to be aware of who I am and what I do, I am proud to be me and I am proud of my accomplishments. You should all try it some time. It feels great to love what you do and be recognised for it. I looked to my father, rage was contorting his face. I had done it now, this was it. I gleefully skipped down the isle and out into the hot summer day. Not looking back. I made the short walk back to the barn, where Luc would be waiting for me. Replaying the scenario over and over. I couldn't help but recognise the interest in some of the teenagers eyes. They were all interested in what the good child Lucy had to say. Not so good now I guess, rebellious, sinful. I felt an unusual pang deep in my stomach, it rose upwards and settles in my chest. I think I was feeling nervous.
Luc;
I watched as she strode off towards the church. This first Month has flown by. Initially I was mad that I had been sentenced to live out my days on Earth. Now not so much. Lucy is....... Sweet. I started at her tiny body marching foward with so much conviction. Her honey eyes held determination. I was elated that this appeared to be to easy. How lucky was I?
Off she marched to spread her pride, to boast shamlessly about herself rather than the " saviour."
I quickly ran over towards the house, throwingmy belongings into a bag. The plan was simple. Lucy, causes a scene at the church, her father does damage control and we load up and take off to the city.
Lucy, sweet Lucy, thinks were staying with her Claudia. Possibly for a bit, I can't trust her to not interfere with my plans. This had been far easier than I ever imagined. She was so ready for this role. Ah how the lord has over estimated his loyal subjects. How he has under estimated my. I chuckled to myself. First we create the waves of doubt. Lucy is testament to that.
My musings were cut short when a teary eyed beauty stood before me.
" Lucy, how did it all go, is everything ok?"
She looked at her feet, her tiny body trembling with soft sobs. She nodded slightly not looking up.
I guided her towards the hay bales, sitting with her, her head naturally fell to my chest. Her sobs quickly disappearing.
" Come, let's go, we have a bus to catch." Her voice was cold. I truly hoped she was not regretting this decision. Anxiety ripples through my body. She still had time to pull out, to stay. Her family would forgive her easily, of that I am sure.
Not wanting to leave things to chance, I did not argue. I grabbed our bags, ushering her outside.
Lucy;
Tears were threatening to spill as we silently made our way towards the bus station. My father would still be trying to down talk my explosion. We would be riding off into the sunset by the time anyone would think to look for me.
I felt sad, my family had been so close. I had ruined that with my stupid feelings. Maybe pride is as bad as they say. I mean, I had caused a rift between myself and my parents, it had taken less than 24 hours.
" Lucy, are you ok." His gentle hand rested on my shoulder, forcing me to stop walking, he dropped the other bag, both his hands now on my shoulders. I looked up into his dark eyes, he was always so stormy looking. Today he looked some what softer, I think he was concerned. That's sweet, he must really care about me.
" I am ok, let's get on this bus before they come looking." My voice sounded so small and meek. Shaking free from his hold, I continued foward. Glad for the silence. I just needed to be alone with my thoughts for now.
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