Brandon arrived at the Park and looked around the fountain, finding Lucy sitting on one of the benches there. He walked to her and the moment she saw him, her pale face brightened.
“Oh, Brandon!" SHe got up and threw her arms around his neck, or the closest she could get from it. She acted out of impulse, caughting not only Brandon by surprise, but herself. “I-I’m sorry.” She said, looking down, shy.
“It is okay, Lucy. How have you been? I mean, you never answered my message and I didn’t know what to do.”
“Sorry.” She said and sat again, patting the space next to her and Bandon sat as well. “I… Let’s say things at home are a little bit complicated at the moment.”
*WHEN LUCY WAS AWAY. FLASHBACKS*FridayAfter Lucy was dropped off at the house by Brandon, she was more than pale, shaking from what she'd been through with those men.“What the hell happened to you? Did you see a ghost?” Rindley asked, holding a plate of goodies, ready to head back to his room. He looked at his sister with a certain jocular stare.Lucy just looked at him seriously and walked up the stairs, not responding at all. He watched her and shrugged, walking up the stairs, too, but heading into the opposite hallway.As soon as the door closed behind her, Lucy leaned her back against it and let her backpack drop to the floor with her. While with Brandon, she didn't feel so bad, so exposed. His mere presence warmed her body. Now, alone and back in the house she didn't feel like home, Lucy just cried, desolated.After some time, she went to the bathroom to take a shower and took off her clothes. As she was about to put them in the laundry basket, she stopped and looked at the ga
Monday arrived and Brandon headed off to college, anxious to know whether or not Lucy would show up for classes. He feared that she hadn't just been away for a week, but that she wouldn't come back to Illinois Wesleyan University anymore.;When he got there, he found Damon tangling his fingers in Lucy's hair, while she kept her face serene, eyes downcast, writing down something.“Yes, I am very lucky indeed!” Damon was talking to another guy, super smiling.“When will the wedding be?”“After we finish college, we will spend a year of official engagement before society and then we can get married.” Damon said and leaned down to kiss the corner of Lucy's mouth. Despite her face downcast, Brandon noticed the movement of her mouth, indicating that she wasn't satisfied.“Get in or out of the way!” A messy haired girl yelled at Brandon, startling him. He entered and stepped to the side to give the girl passage. When he looked ahead, his gaze and Lucy's met. For a few seconds they stared at
Two months passed and Brandon noticed that Lucy was getting more and more despondent. She went to classes, but rarely had anything to eat in the cafeteria. He didn't know what to do to help her. She didn't even respond to the few messages he'd sent her.One day, Brandon walked past her and Damon and overheard part of their conversation.“I want to work, Damon!” She complained, and the other man scoffed with a smile.“My love, you don't have to work! You don't need anything and you definitely won't lack anything when we get married.”“But I want to feel useful!” Lucy's real purpose was to be able to have a little freedom. She wished she could have some time for herself, do something away from Damon and also be away from her family. Everything she did was always around those people who didn't give her any happiness."I'll check with my father then!" Damon responded brusquely. Then he let out a sigh and moved closer to Lucy, caressing her face. “Sorry if I was stupid just now. I’ll see i
Upon waking up, the first thing Brandon did was text Lucy. He tried to be restrained, as he couldn't send a 'Good morning' too full of emotion. Until her situation was resolved, he shouldn't be too intimate. That would complicate everything, especially for her.Lucy, good morning! I overheard part of your conversation - I'm sorry! - and I heard about a place that is hiring. Maybe you want to give it a shot…He didn't mention that he had any contact with anyone who knew the owner of the place. She could take that as 'getting a job by influence', even though Brandon was doing absolutely nothing but getting her to know about the opportunity.The message did not reach her. He waited a few minutes, and nothing.'Maybe her cell phone is off,' he thought. Leaving the device aside, Brandon went to take care of making him breakfast and taking a shower while the coffee was getting ready. When he sat down at the table, he looked again and nothing had changed: she hadn't received the message.He
Brandon woke up pretty early and decided to go out for a run. He started to do that two weeks before and he was really enjoying it. The city was quiet and when he got back home, he took a shower and got ready for classes. On the bus, he took a last look at his phone and still, no sign of Lucy. He passed by the library before he went to classes and Lucy was just picking up a book, all by herself. Brandon looked at both sides before approaching her. “I have news for you.” Brandon said, not looking at her, but at the books on the shelf near the girl. She took a quick glance at him and understood what she should do. “What is it, Bran?” She asked him and Brandon noticed a joy in her voice. He hoped it was because she was talking to him. “Hmm… I think you might find a job soon. Not sure.” He would take a few glances at her by the corner of his eyes. She was biting her lips. Brandon noticed that she had her hair in a bun and a few strands of her were falling on her face. She looke
Brandon decided that he would leave his sorrows outside his work and outside the Dojang. He couldn’t keep worrying all the time about Lucy and feeling pitiful about his own situation. If he wanted to be strong enough, capable enough to help her in any way, he had to do something more than just crying around. “Hey, Fella!” “Hey there, Greg!” Brandon waved at the redhead. Gregory walked to Brandon looking back a few times, which caused Brandon to raise his eyebrows to the guy. “Do ye 'ave a girlfriend, mate?” he asked Brandon and smiled. “Hmmm, why the question about my private life, Greg?” He squinted his eyes, and Gregory laughed. “Well, I 'ave a sister that there wants to go with someone to the fair, next weekend.” “And?” “I do not want to go with 'er!” Gregory was almost crying and had a beginning look in his eyes, while holding the broom between both his hands, as if begging. Look, I don’t like to go to fairs…” Brandon answered, putting his hands in front of his own
That took Brandon completely by surprise. He would never expect Lucy to act like that. Not that he wasn't liking it, quite the opposite.He wrapped his hands around her waist and squeezed it, but not too hard. He couldn't be that cheeky, either. It would be like taking advantage of the situation and that would be more than wrong.“Lucy, how are you?” Brandon asked, smelling her hair. Lucy's outfit was a thin green blouse, he noticed, so he felt the warmth of her skin better.She released him, slowly, and her face was super red. Lucy really wasn't the type to throw herself into anyone's arms, but she wanted to have physical contact with Brandon, and after that bold kiss with Damon, she wanted that even more."Sorry, Bran," she apologized and cleared her throat. "I… I just wanted to know how you’ve been doing.""I am fine. What about you?" Brandon asked, trying to keep some distance. Yes, the hypothesis the master had raised about Lucy having been thinking about another man, while she w
Lucy was more than nervous, waiting outside. Yeah, that was no important job like her mother would say, since it was for no grand company, not to earn millions a year. But to Lucy, that was a life changing job. The beginning of her life, her own life. She was waiting outside the manager’s office, since the interview would be with that person. She had no idea if it was a man or a woman. “Thank you, Mr. Fischer!” A man’s voice echoed from the door that was being opened. The person who left was a middle-aged man, with a gentle smile. He looked at Lucy and moved his head as in a greeting. After he left, she looked again at the door and a very blond man, around his fifties and a few white hairs in his temples was looking at her. His eyes were very light, but she was unsure if blue or green. “Miss Fairfax, I suppose?” He asked and Lucy stood up, nodding. “A pleasure to meet you! I am Arnold Fischer, the manager of this company. Please, come in!” “Thank you, Mr. Fischer!” Lucy said and