NaLu: The Story Of Us

Prologue

~Lucy's P. O. V.~ (currently 4am)
I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My brown eyes stared right back at me. My blonde locks fell over my shoulders and my curvaceous body threatened to blind others. I decided to give myself a makeover to conceal who I was before escaping this hell hole.

*flashback*

"Lucy."
"What is it, Father."
"Sting Eucliffe."
"What?"
"You are to marry Sting Eucliffe."
"Excuse me? Im not marrying anyone any time soon. I have a life. Jude."
*crack*
I gasped and covered my stinging left cheek with my left hand and glared at my father defiantly.
"Listen good. I dont give a damn to what you think. Lucy Heartfilia. You are going to do this or you are a Heartfilia no more."
"So be it."
I ran out of his study despite his roars for me to return. I ran to my room. I hate this. I hate all of it. I hate my father. I was so not marrying a man I dont even know. Throwing open the doors of my wardrobe, I took out all the casual clothes I owned. Which was pretty much three casual tees, two ripped jeans, two shorts, and three miniskirts. I groaned. I should have sneaked out to shop more often. But not now. I dragged out a luggage and stuffed the clothes in it, plus some bathroom supplies, my phone, headphones, charger, everything I would need to survive outside of the house. Of course, money. My life savings could probably last me two weeks if I dont scrimp and save. Whatever. I decided to leave early next morning.

*flashback ends*

A green bob cut(a wig). Glasses. Baggy sweatpants and hoodie. Makeover complete. I slid open the window and cringed at the height I was at. But i was going to do this. Deep breath.
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Jump.