Chapter Nine

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Lucie couldn't accept her mother's words, she was in denial, and she was angry. There was no way she'd stay silent upon her mother's ridiculous plans.

"You can't do that, mom!" She said almost immediately, "have you lost your mind?"

"It's already been decided, Lucille. I will not argue with you about this. If Christian prefers his mother over me, then let him do as he pleases, but my son is dead because of Eloise, and I will not allow her and him to continue walking over me as if my pain were unimportant."

"We can't leave", she cried. "You can't divorce him. I'm begging you, please don't do this!"

Nathalie shook her head. "I'm not going to ask you to pack your things again, we're leaving in thirty minutes."

Her voice was loud, and then she disappeared from Lucie's bedroom leaving her in a pool of tears. And until the last moment, Lucie fought her way through the apartment complex. She didn't want to be there, yet she had no choice.

"This place stinks", Lucie said as they entered the half empty apartment space.

"No it doesn't." Nathalie objected to her daughter's words. "It's neat, and in a nice area."

Nathalie began unpacking their bags, but Lucie had no interest in helping her.

And then a certain idea crossed her mind. They were many miles away from home, and she'd never make it there by foot, but at least she could walk out of here. She could leave and wander around the city in hopes of finding some type of distraction for her aching heart. Without saying a single word to her mother, Lucie left the apartment complex and began a long walk with no real destination. Still, she had no desire to return to that place anytime soon.

The phone calls came in rather quickly, it was her mother, but she wasn't going to answer. Lucie simply switched her phone off, and when she realized where she was, she paused for a moment, thinking about her next move. This strong sensation came upon her, she wanted to be rebellious, she wanted to do everything her mother wouldn't approve of.

Perhaps that would make her reconsider, and they'd go back home. And seeing it was late, and that she was in front of a night club, Lucie decided she'd go in. She wasn't sure how she'd do it since she's underage, but she was determined.

Suddenly, a voice coming from behind alerted her, and she turned around to see who was there.

"Hello, beautiful." An obviously much older boy spoke to her.

Lucie smiled at him, this was her opportunity.

"Hello."

"What are you doing out here all alone?" He asked her in a flirty manner, and Lucie began to act in the same way.

"I don't think the security guards will let me in, but I really want to go in. Can you help me with that?"

He giggled. "Sure, but under one condition."

Lucie narrowed her eyebrows. "What do you want?"

"I want you to dance with me all night long. Then I want you to let me take you home."

She examined him for a couple of long seconds, and he looked interesting to her. He was wearing motorcycle riding gear, leather gloves, and a pair of shiny black boots. He surely was everything her mother wouldn't approve of, and so Lucie accepted.

Hours she spent with that boy, and so quickly as she'd met him, Lucie began to like him. He was nice, he was attractive, and he listened to her.

"Good night, Lucie." He said as he dropped her off at the building.

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