THE DEADLY SEVEN

That went well.

Lucy;

I threw the front door open and danced inside. Nothing could dampen this high I was feeling. I spun around, twirling and jumping. A bright smile lighting up my face. Landing back into the soft sofa, giving my parents a cheesy grin.

" Good evening Lucy." My fathers voice broke my vibe. He always sounded so flat.

" Hey Dad." I replied bluntly.

"listen, we need to talk, I know you are aware I was offered a place at a the University in the city. I also know you decided it wasn't best for me."

My mothers eyes bore holes into me. My fathers face was turning a slight shade of pink. I had never defied them nor questioned

them before. I had always been the pastors well behaved daughter. Never really standing out, always following the rules.

" however, I am going. I am proud of my accomplishments and I think the world should know who I am and what I can do! I am great and its high time people acknowledge me!" My mothers sharp gasp broke the silence, her eyes were wide with shock. My fathers face was now a deep shade of red. He was mad, so very very mad.

He slowly stood from his chair, stalking over towards me. Anger radiating off his body.

" Who do you think you are!?" His voice boomed. " You are proud? Who are you Lucy? One shall not boast about their accomplishments. Who are you to think people should notice you?" Tiny flecks of spit flew from his raging mouth, landing across my stoic face.

" You. Are. No. One. Important. Lucy." He emphasised each word with a jab of his finger to my chest.

My eyes did not leave his, I was challenging him. I was defying him and he hated it. I was " demeaning" his God by boasting about myself and I didn't care.

I drew a deep breath in, ready to fight tooth and nail for my freedom. His face lost its red tinge and a smirk crossed his face.

" You boastful brat, leave. I want you gone from my house. You have an hour." With a wave of his hand he turn and left the room. I stood shocked. I turned my head to face my mothers pale face. She just lowered her gaze and followed my father out of the room.

Anger filled my body, I marched to my room, throwing my belongings into a small suit case. He had no rationale when it came to the lord's word. Times were shifting, people were feeling new sensations. I was going to make sure people felt good about what they did. If it was pride I felt, then I was going to show it to!

I took a glance back at the empty living room, as I closed the door behind me.

I paced foward, without any idea of where I planned to end up. The warm summers night wind danced across my body. Thank goodness I chose summer to stage my great escape. The last of the sun dropped behind the horizon and I mentally scolded myself. Where was I going to stay? How was I going to survive the city. I had acted out of character and not gotten myself very far. I slumped onto the wooden bench at the bus stop, I didn't even know where Luc was staying. How could I tell him I planned to go.

My elbows dug into my thighs as I rested my head in my palms. Tears pricked at the sides of my eyes. I refused to let them fall. I didn't want to be weak.

" Lucy, what are you doing out here after dark?!" His soft voice pulled my from my scattered thoughts. His dark eyes searched my face, as I explained the nights events.

He placed a warm hand over mine. "Come on, I can't let you be alone out here. I have somewhere we can stay." My hand firmly laced in his, he scooped my suit case up in his other hand and we headed off down the road. A comfortable silence falling between the both of us.

" Thank you" I whispered. Anxiety spread throughout my body. His grip on my hand tightened, his thumb brushing against my knuckles.

I don't know how he does it but he feels a lot like home already.