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A black car drove down the deserted street, leading to her mother's house. Lucia sat in the car, her face serene, she looked out of the window, her gaze falling on the empty buildings of the deserted street. Lucia sighed, as she remembered her childhood days, here at Veteris street.
Lucia was pulled out of her sad thoughts when Hugh called to her. "Lucia, we're here, step down." Hugh said, his voice cold and his face, blank. Lucia nodded and stepped out of the car, she did not mind that Hugh, her bodyguard, had addressed her, by her first name.
Hugh followed behind Lucia, as she walked to a black gate. The gate looked old and rusty, it creaked loudly, as Lucia pushed it open. A shabby house came into view. The house had been abandoned, for years, just like other houses, on Veteris street. Overgrown, grasses, were everywhere.
The window panes were covered with dust, and the floor leading towards the front door was also covered in dust. Lucia walked between the grasses, she heard Hugh's voice behind her, "Careful, there might be snakes and scorpions here." Hugh said in his cold voice, carrying a tinge of worry, in it.
Lucia stopped, and turned back to her bodyguard, "Why don't you walk beside me, I think it safer, that way." Lucia, said, with a sly smirk on her face. Hugh sighed, and walked closer, to her. "As you wish." He said, his eyes, looking for any harmful thing or animal around.
Lucia enjoyed being near her bodyguard, she admired him, since the first day, she had seen him. Lucia did not walk to the front door, she walked towards the back of the house, where an old grave, was located. Lucia's eyes turned sad, as she looked at the old grave.
Hugh quietly stepped back, seeing Lucia's sad eyes, giving her privacy. Lucia walked to the grave, she had not visited her mother, since she was adopted by grandpa James. Lucia also couldn't come back, knowing she had not avenged her mother, even till now. Lucia fell at her mother's grave.
"Mum." Lucia said, in a shaky voice. The tears brimming in her eyes did not fall, as Lucia did not let them. Lucia knew that her mother detests tears and weakness. Lucia wouldn't show that to her mother. Lucia closed her eyes, tightly, as the painful memories of that day, resurfaced.
10 years ago, thirteen-year-old Lucia was sitting, at her study table, in her bedroom, fiddling with her fingernails, as she had pushed her books to the side, in boredom. She had always hated studying and would hide in the bathroom, from her mother, anytime her mother nagged her, about studying.
Lucia heard a loud thud, as if a big object, was dropped to the ground. Lucia frowned, but, she did not get up to check, as her mother would do that. Lucia lived alone, with her pregnant mother, and she knew no one else would push things around, like that.
After a few minutes, Lucia felt tasty, but she was extremely lazy, to go down the stairs. The water jug, in her room, was empty. Lucia pushed the chair she was sitting on, backward. She stood up and opened her door, to go out. As Lucia stepped out, she heard groans.
Lucia frowned, and walked hurriedly, down the stairs, as she got closer to the last step, the groans, sounded clearer. Lucia got to the last step, and she noticed, a blood stain, at the last step. Lucia gasped, thinking that her mother, had a miscarriage. Lucia looked around the house.
She looked around the house, but she couldn't spot her mother. 'She must be in the kitchen.' Lucia thought. Lucia was about to go to the kitchen, when she noticed the blood stains, on the floor, which led to the front door of the house. Lucia hurriedly followed the blood stains.
At the door, the blood was much thicker, as it had turned into a pool of blood. Lucia could see her mother, lying down on the floor, groaning in pain. Her maternity gown was bloodied, and it looked like she was dragged from the blood pool, to where she was.
There was a knife, lodged into her mother's round stomach. Lucia gasped, as she ran toward her mother. The young and naive Lucia took hold of the knife's hilt and tried to take it out. Thought her mother's pain, would lessen. Lucia had tears, in her eyes, threatening to fall.
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