Lucy Loins looked at her son with disgust. Lucy had tears dripping from eyes, trying to gain control of her. The boy placed a hand on her arm and clung onto it. Lucy stopped crying, and hugged the boy tightly. Lucy stumbled to her car, her eyes strained and her body weak. Lucy Loins limped inside of her car, as she weakly looked at the sky.
“Are you alright Lucy?” Blackberry asked warmly, his button eyes staring at her. Lucy started the ignition, and the car started to come to life. The red sports car dashed off without any tension or regret.
When the two got home, which was a lavish 4 story house, he immediately realized that he was a rich ladies son. But the boy didn’t care; he only cared about his depressed mother, and her odd limping. Blackberry helped her to her room, and when he arrived, he worried. For the first time ever, he worried about someone he didn’t know.
Then he noticed something odd. It was blood, and it was on his back. Blackberry noted that the way it was angled, it was swung over the persons head. Another thing he noticed was that the whip wound was a lash wound, which came from whips. So the boy deduced that the whip wound was from who ever owned the bar. The girl breathed breathlessly as the boy looked at the wound with fret.
“Do you mind if I take of your dress,” The boy inquired in a business-like and orderly fashion. “I need to check your body for wounds.”
“Please… Take… It… Off…” Lucy moaned exhaustedly, trying to get air into her weak body. Blackberry took of her dress and then her corset to reveal a large amount of bloody welts. The boy looked away, and tried not to look at her body. Lucy started to breathe again, and she relaxed on the bed, but she still seemed weak.
“Who did this to you?” Blackberry exclaimed, shock in his eyes.
“Some perverted colleague of the bar tender,” Lucy groaned, the girl’s air returning to her body. “He beat me last night and… I can’t move now…”
“You’re apparently crippled,” Blackberry announced. “Both of your thigh bones are broken and you also fractured a piece your chest bone by the corset.”
“You’re such a smart boy,” Lucy grunted, smiling. “Maybe it was right for you to be here.”
“I’ll get some alcohol and bandages,” Blackberry informed. “I’ll be back, just waiting here.”
“Ok…” Lucy trailed off, her eyes slowly closing.
Blackberry went to the medicine cabinet and brought a roll of bandages and a bottle of alcohol with him to her mother’s room .Blackberry walked over to her body, and grabbed a sponge on the that was from his pocket that he had gotten In the bathroom. Blackberry place the alcohol on her wounds, making the young Lucy screech in pain. Lucy started to move, trying to avoid the sponge. The boy repeated on several other wounds until it was all done, and then he bandaged her body.
“Blackberry, you’re such a sweet little boy,” Lucy complemented weakly. “I wish there was something I could do to help…”
“Lucy I need to know something,” Blackberry questioned. “Why did you take that horrific job at the bar near town?”
“I was a slave,” Lucy grumbled, a flare of anger in her eyes. “I… I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Fine… When you do want to talk about it, I’ll be right here!” Blackberry replied, a sense of trust and kindness in his tired voice.
The boy got up and walked to the door. When he was about to leave Lucy groaned something he could quite understand. So he closed the door and walked over to her bed, and sat on the stool nearby.
“Blackberry, I love you more than anything,” Lucy sighed, as she her beautiful face looked away from the boy. “I don’t want you to know why I took it… And please don’t tell your friends.”
“Alright… I suppose when you’re ready we’ll talk,” Blackberry said, standing up. “I’ll explore the place a bit.
“Your room is RM-452,” Lucy mentioned, her eyes and skin started to become pale. “You’ll have anything and everything a kid would ask for.”
“Thank you,” Blackberry replied, holding the door tightly. The boy left, and shut the door.
