Running away...the best thing I ever did., chapter 1
*Lucy's P.O.V*
I'd done it. I'd finally run away from home, away from the pain, anger and humiliation. I sighed and leant back in my seat. It was all over and in a few hours I would be in the one place I'd always dreamed of going. California.
I looked around the plane, a lot of people were asleep, but I could hear the people behind me talking and laughing, there was something familiar about their voices.
I soon fell asleep, only to be awoken by a shoe hitting my head.
"What the hell?" I yelled.
The people behind me went quiet.
"This is a really nice shoe...I think I might just keep it for myself!" I said loudly.
"NOOOOO! NOT MY SHOE!"
I laughed.
"I am holding your shoe for ransom, if you want it back you have to give me a million dollars AND apologize for waking me up!"
"Shit, this girl's good!" I heard someone say behind me.
"For god's sake just come and get your shoe!"
One of the people sitting behind me came and sat in the empty seat next to me.
"I want my shoe!"
"Holy Fu- uh- here's your shoe, I want my apology first though..." I said
The guy rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath.
"What was that?" I said
"Mhmm."
"What?"
"SORRY!" he yelled
"Jeez O.K!" I laughed and handed him his shoe.
I watched him put it back on, my heart beating in my chest.
"I'm Lucy, by the way," I told him.
"Tré," he said
"I know who you are, and believe me it's taking ALL of my will power not to scream right now," I grinned
"You're a Green Day fan? That's cool...wait, you're not a teenie are you?"
"I'm 18; I grew out of that phase when I was 12."
"That's a relief!" said Tré "Are you traveling alone?"
"No, I'm with my imaginary friend, Jimbob, who tells you to get off him if you want to keep your one remaining... "
"I'll take that as a yes then," he said smiling at me.
I grinned back blushing, absentmindedly fiddling with the cuffs of my hoody.
"Hey, what's that on your arm?" asked Tré grabbing my wrist.
"Ow," I flinched and pulled my arm away.
Tré frowned and gently took my arm and pulled up the sleeve of my hoody. I looked away, my eyes filling up with tears.
"Shit, why would you do this do yourself?" he gasped.
I didn't reply, I just closed my eyes not wanting to look at my arm, it was covered in cuts and bruises and scars. Most were off my parents when they hit me, but some I did myself.
"Lucy? Look at me and tell me why your arms are like this," said Tré softly.
I opened my eyes slowly and looked up at Tré. It all suddenly burst out of me. I told him about my sister dying when I was 8 and how then my brother had killed himself, how my parents had started to hit me, how my friends deserted me. I told him things no one else knew. Things that still made me cry at night.
Tré hadn't said anything; he just let me talk until I stopped.
"God, Lucy I'm so sorry," he said giving me a hug.
I flinched again shaking my head.
Tré's eyes widened. He unzipped my hoody and pulled it off, revealing the vest top I had on underneath. You could hardly tell what my skin's original colour was because of the purple and black bruises the covered me, some still fresh. Gently he took hold of my shoulders and turned me round I heard him gasp as he saw the bruises covering my back. The thing was, my vest top was covering the worst of the damage.
*Tré's P.O.V*
I had seen enough, I gave Lucy back her hoody, still not believing what I had seen. I was so angry and upset. I couldn't see how anyone could hurt something so small, so fragile...and beautiful. I watched her as she pulled her hoody back on, her long, black hair, falling in front of her face hiding the tears running down her cheeks, smudging her eyeliner. I didn't know what to say or do. She looked so helpless.
*Lucy's P.O.V*
Tré was the first person I'd ever shown the results of my parent's drunken rages. I could tell how shocked he was.
I didn't know what to do, I just cried, re-living awful memories in my head.
"Lucy, don't cry," said Tré softly wiping away the tears on my face.
Before I knew it I had buried my head into his chest crying even harder.
"Tré? What's going on man?"
I heard a voice behind me call, I didn't care though, and I knew who the voice belonged to. I still kept crying. I felt Tré's hand on my head, stroking my hair gently.
I eventually fell asleep still leaning on Tré, feeling safe and secure in his arms.
"Lucy, wake up, the plane has landed."
I groaned.
"5 more minutes."
"No, come on wake up."
"Fine I'm up!"
It took me a moment or two to realize where I was and why Tré Cool was sitting by me. Then I remembered. I tried very hard not to cry.
"Are you O.K?" Tré asked me
I nodded.
"O.K, come on, we better leave," he said standing up.
I tried to stand up too, but my knees buckled beneath my weight. I fell back down onto my seat. Tré turned round.
"Alrighty, come on," he said as he bent down put an arm round my waist and helped me up.
I held onto him tightly with one hand and picked up my bag with the other.
"We better get off the plane, Billie and Mike have gone already," said Tré starting to walk me to the door.
"I think I can walk now," I mumbled.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, thanks."
I let go of Tré and walked unsteadily off the plane.
Tré walked beside me the whole way to the arrivals gate. I saw Billie and Mike standing a few meters ahead.
"Thanks for your help, Tré, I better go now," I mumbled turning to walk off.
"Whoa, hey, don't go! Come and meet Billie and Mike," insisted Tré gently taking hold of my arm to stop me running off.
I didn't protest. I just let Tré walk me over to where Billie and Mike were standing.
"Hi Tré, who's your friend?" I heard Mike ask.
"This is Lucy, the girl who held my shoe for ransom," Tré announced.
"Nice to meet you Lucy," said Billie Joe holding out his hand for me to shake.
I nervously held out my hand, wincing as Billie shook it.
"What's wrong?" Billie asked letting go immediately as he saw the look of pain on my face.
"Nothing," I mumbled "It was nice meeting you, but I have to go now!"
I rushed off before any one could stop me.
*Tré's P.O.V*
"What's with her?" asked Billie.
Mike shrugged.
"She's had a rough life," I said.
I told them all about Lucy's bruises and cuts and how she'd got them.
"Wow..." gasped Mike
"I'm gonna go find her," I said rushing off in the direction Lucy had headed.
*Lucy's P.O.V*
I was sitting alone on a bench at the airport stroking my arm. I heard someone approach where I was sitting, I didn't look round.
A man sat down beside me.
"Why'd you run off?"
It was Tré.
"You have other things to do than running after a person like me," I mumbled "I'm used to being alone."
"I'm only running after you because I want to," he said "I don't want you to get hurt anymore."
I didn't know what to say to him.
"Where are you staying, I'll give you a lift if you like," Tré offered me.
"I don't have anywhere to go, I'm running away remember?"
"Yes you do, you're going to stay with me," Tré said.
"I can't..."
"Yes you can and you will."
"Thanks," I mumbled
"No problem, now come on, Billie and Mike will be getting worried," he said standing up and taking my hand.
I'd done it. I'd finally run away from home, away from the pain, anger and humiliation. I sighed and leant back in my seat. It was all over and in a few hours I would be in the one place I'd always dreamed of going. California.
I looked around the plane, a lot of people were asleep, but I could hear the people behind me talking and laughing, there was something familiar about their voices.
I soon fell asleep, only to be awoken by a shoe hitting my head.
"What the hell?" I yelled.
The people behind me went quiet.
"This is a really nice shoe...I think I might just keep it for myself!" I said loudly.
"NOOOOO! NOT MY SHOE!"
I laughed.
"I am holding your shoe for ransom, if you want it back you have to give me a million dollars AND apologize for waking me up!"
"Shit, this girl's good!" I heard someone say behind me.
"For god's sake just come and get your shoe!"
One of the people sitting behind me came and sat in the empty seat next to me.
"I want my shoe!"
"Holy Fu- uh- here's your shoe, I want my apology first though..." I said
The guy rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath.
"What was that?" I said
"Mhmm."
"What?"
"SORRY!" he yelled
"Jeez O.K!" I laughed and handed him his shoe.
I watched him put it back on, my heart beating in my chest.
"I'm Lucy, by the way," I told him.
"Tré," he said
"I know who you are, and believe me it's taking ALL of my will power not to scream right now," I grinned
"You're a Green Day fan? That's cool...wait, you're not a teenie are you?"
"I'm 18; I grew out of that phase when I was 12."
"That's a relief!" said Tré "Are you traveling alone?"
"No, I'm with my imaginary friend, Jimbob, who tells you to get off him if you want to keep your one remaining... "
"I'll take that as a yes then," he said smiling at me.
I grinned back blushing, absentmindedly fiddling with the cuffs of my hoody.
"Hey, what's that on your arm?" asked Tré grabbing my wrist.
"Ow," I flinched and pulled my arm away.
Tré frowned and gently took my arm and pulled up the sleeve of my hoody. I looked away, my eyes filling up with tears.
"Shit, why would you do this do yourself?" he gasped.
I didn't reply, I just closed my eyes not wanting to look at my arm, it was covered in cuts and bruises and scars. Most were off my parents when they hit me, but some I did myself.
"Lucy? Look at me and tell me why your arms are like this," said Tré softly.
I opened my eyes slowly and looked up at Tré. It all suddenly burst out of me. I told him about my sister dying when I was 8 and how then my brother had killed himself, how my parents had started to hit me, how my friends deserted me. I told him things no one else knew. Things that still made me cry at night.
Tré hadn't said anything; he just let me talk until I stopped.
"God, Lucy I'm so sorry," he said giving me a hug.
I flinched again shaking my head.
Tré's eyes widened. He unzipped my hoody and pulled it off, revealing the vest top I had on underneath. You could hardly tell what my skin's original colour was because of the purple and black bruises the covered me, some still fresh. Gently he took hold of my shoulders and turned me round I heard him gasp as he saw the bruises covering my back. The thing was, my vest top was covering the worst of the damage.
*Tré's P.O.V*
I had seen enough, I gave Lucy back her hoody, still not believing what I had seen. I was so angry and upset. I couldn't see how anyone could hurt something so small, so fragile...and beautiful. I watched her as she pulled her hoody back on, her long, black hair, falling in front of her face hiding the tears running down her cheeks, smudging her eyeliner. I didn't know what to say or do. She looked so helpless.
*Lucy's P.O.V*
Tré was the first person I'd ever shown the results of my parent's drunken rages. I could tell how shocked he was.
I didn't know what to do, I just cried, re-living awful memories in my head.
"Lucy, don't cry," said Tré softly wiping away the tears on my face.
Before I knew it I had buried my head into his chest crying even harder.
"Tré? What's going on man?"
I heard a voice behind me call, I didn't care though, and I knew who the voice belonged to. I still kept crying. I felt Tré's hand on my head, stroking my hair gently.
I eventually fell asleep still leaning on Tré, feeling safe and secure in his arms.
"Lucy, wake up, the plane has landed."
I groaned.
"5 more minutes."
"No, come on wake up."
"Fine I'm up!"
It took me a moment or two to realize where I was and why Tré Cool was sitting by me. Then I remembered. I tried very hard not to cry.
"Are you O.K?" Tré asked me
I nodded.
"O.K, come on, we better leave," he said standing up.
I tried to stand up too, but my knees buckled beneath my weight. I fell back down onto my seat. Tré turned round.
"Alrighty, come on," he said as he bent down put an arm round my waist and helped me up.
I held onto him tightly with one hand and picked up my bag with the other.
"We better get off the plane, Billie and Mike have gone already," said Tré starting to walk me to the door.
"I think I can walk now," I mumbled.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, thanks."
I let go of Tré and walked unsteadily off the plane.
Tré walked beside me the whole way to the arrivals gate. I saw Billie and Mike standing a few meters ahead.
"Thanks for your help, Tré, I better go now," I mumbled turning to walk off.
"Whoa, hey, don't go! Come and meet Billie and Mike," insisted Tré gently taking hold of my arm to stop me running off.
I didn't protest. I just let Tré walk me over to where Billie and Mike were standing.
"Hi Tré, who's your friend?" I heard Mike ask.
"This is Lucy, the girl who held my shoe for ransom," Tré announced.
"Nice to meet you Lucy," said Billie Joe holding out his hand for me to shake.
I nervously held out my hand, wincing as Billie shook it.
"What's wrong?" Billie asked letting go immediately as he saw the look of pain on my face.
"Nothing," I mumbled "It was nice meeting you, but I have to go now!"
I rushed off before any one could stop me.
*Tré's P.O.V*
"What's with her?" asked Billie.
Mike shrugged.
"She's had a rough life," I said.
I told them all about Lucy's bruises and cuts and how she'd got them.
"Wow..." gasped Mike
"I'm gonna go find her," I said rushing off in the direction Lucy had headed.
*Lucy's P.O.V*
I was sitting alone on a bench at the airport stroking my arm. I heard someone approach where I was sitting, I didn't look round.
A man sat down beside me.
"Why'd you run off?"
It was Tré.
"You have other things to do than running after a person like me," I mumbled "I'm used to being alone."
"I'm only running after you because I want to," he said "I don't want you to get hurt anymore."
I didn't know what to say to him.
"Where are you staying, I'll give you a lift if you like," Tré offered me.
"I don't have anywhere to go, I'm running away remember?"
"Yes you do, you're going to stay with me," Tré said.
"I can't..."
"Yes you can and you will."
"Thanks," I mumbled
"No problem, now come on, Billie and Mike will be getting worried," he said standing up and taking my hand.
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