Then, one day, her life completely changed, tilting on its axis. The General sent Lucy away to school, in a different country because she was smart.
What did that mean for her? Was she not smart? Was she not allowed to the same privileges as her younger sister? Was there something wrong with her?
All those questions were asked and answered in the following years. It didn’t matter what she wanted. Her father needed her, or an assistant, and the hardships of her life began.
She was treated like a soldier. She followed commands from her father, and other Sergeants. She did paperwork, she cleaned her room spotless every single day, and she listened to every little thing her father said.
She hoped that maybe, just maybe, he cared about her, but she soon realized that she was just a damn spare piece of luggage to him. And she was tired of it! So, she did the only thing she could…she rebelled.
It has been her way of things since she turned fourteen years old. She purposefully, broke her father’s specific commands, and refused to do HIS paperwork. That wasn’t her damn job.
She picked up smoking cigarettes one day at school, with some friends, but soon realized that, that wasn’t for her. She didn’t agree with the smell and taste. It was disgusting, but it was fun, while it lasted.
She began to ditch her classes. At first, it started out as a few classes here and there, but eventually turned into never going to class for weeks at a time.
Then, they boys started interesting her, immensely. She started fooling around with them, which aggravated the hell out of her father, which was the point.
She started drinking and partying. It started out as just a way to tick off her father, but she soon learned that it was fun, and she could keep up with the other soldiers, especially since she had drank with Russian Generals, without her father knowing, of course.
It had felt absolutely amazing doing all those things, just in the name of being a rebellious, defiant teenager, but now, now she didn’t just feel great, she felt ecstatic. She ran away. And she’s never felt better.
“Then send me away! It’s what you do best! You send your men on missions, not really caring if they come back. You send Lucy away, and now your threatening to do the same to me. Do it! I dare you! Send your only daughter away!”
“Drop the attitude, Lo. One more outburst, and you’re off to military school, is that clear?” The last words her and her father spoke to each other rung in her mind.
She sighed. She knew what she did was right for her. She was free. Free from everything.
Free from his commands. Free from the military lifestyle. Free from moving from one base to the next. She was just free. It was new, exciting, and frivolous.
She couldn’t help but feel a foreboding doom looming over her. She knew this wouldn’t last forever.
He would find her, that was obvious, and when he did, she was positive that he would collect on his threat of sending her to military school.
She didn’t want that in the first place, which is why she left, but now that she is thinking about it, it seems she would be going there as soon as he got her back into his tight grip. It was useless to try to escape from her fate.
No matter what, she would be going to military school, and there was nothing she could to stop it. He would send his men after her. Ship her back to the base.
And then the life she knows would be over. This was just a fun and exhilarating temporary fix. She shook her head, quickly dispelling those thoughts from her mind.
It didn’t matter right now so, she wouldn’t think about it. She was free right now, and she was going to enjoy every second of it, however long it lasted.
She reached over to the radio, blasted the music, drowning out her own thoughts, and quietly sang along.
CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!
What the hell? She thought to herself, as her car started making weird screeching noises. She shut off the radio, and listened intently, frowning as she did so.
After a few minutes, it stopped, and she released a breath of relief. She didn’t know what that was, but now that it stopped, she had nothing to worry about.
Not even two seconds later, her car started jerking ferociously, and it was starting to get difficult to stay on the road. She breathed in and out, as she tightly gripped the steering wheel.
She would NOT freak out, she was a Lane after all, and Lanes did not freak out.
She lightly pressed on the brakes, intending on slowing down so, she could pull off to the side of the road, but realized that her freaking brakes didn’t work! You’ve got to be kidding me! She thought to herself, as she took deep breaths.
Nope. Still not freaking out.
She noticed that the car in front of her was pressing on their brakes. Oh God! She couldn’t—wouldn’t hit anyone.
She knew what would happen if she didn’t do something, with her speed, she would either die from the impact or seriously harm the person in the car ahead of her. No way in hell was she letting either of those things happen.
She jerked the wheel to the right, effectively swerving away from impacting the car in front of her, and began heading towards the side of the road. She sighed in relief.
It was better to hit a tree, a wall, anything that didn’t endanger anyone else, but herself. That relief was short-lived however, as she realized that her car was not only heading towards a bridge, but there was a man standing there.
Her heart beat accelerated, as she came closer and closer, and she was officially freaking out. “NO!!!!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, and honked her horn, frantically.
Move! Please! Turn around and move! She pleaded silently in her mind.
She knew her fate. She was going to die. But, it was better to go out with a bang, and not having a guilty conscience of unintentionally murdering someone on her way there.
She watched as he quickly spun around, stood there, like he wasn’t sure what he should do. What the hell are you doing? Move out of the way!
But, he did do something that completely, and utterly amazed her. When she was seconds away from running him over, he held out his hands, abruptly stopping the car with his bare hands.
The action caused her head to bang violently against the steering wheel. She quickly looked up, wondering if she was seeing things, but she wasn’t. He was still there. What the fucking hell?
She stared at him, completely shocked at what she had seen this man do. He looked like he was fifteen, how could he have stopped a car with his own hands? Was she seeing things? She wasn’t too sure about that.
She watched as he looked around, frantically. He was probably looking to see if anyone had seen his heroic act. She wanted to laugh at that.
Did he actually believe she wouldn’t see him? Or did he think that she would pass out from the exhilaration of almost dying? He would soon learn that Lanes aren’t afraid of anything, not even death.
And then it happened.
He looked up, and she stared right into his aquamarine eyes. His face paled. His eyes widened. His mouth dropped open.
And that’s when she saw the scared, and terrified look take over his features. He was afraid! Afraid of her! Afraid that she had seen him use his abilities!
Poor guy! She sympathized. He has probably hidden this side of himself from everyone, and now, he has just revealed himself, albeit unknowingly, but still. She had seen everything, and now he was terrified.
She was a curious person, and was definitely intrigued, but the fear-filled expression on his face, made her do something very un-Lois like. She wasn’t going to say anything about it, not unless he wanted her to know anything.
She wasn’t sure what to do. He was staring at her. She wanted to break the ice between them, but how? She didn’t want to scare him away.
So, instead of speaking, she softly smiled and waved at him, which turned out to be a big mistake.
If it was possible, he paled even more so, removed his hands from the hood of her car, stepped back and disappeared right in front of her eyes. Nice going, Lane! She thought to herself, shaking her head, at her own stupidity.
To be continued...