LucyThe room was plain, but it felt more like mine than any place had in years. Four walls, a bed, a lock that clicked solid under my hand. That lock… it meant more than the clean sheets or the dresser or the quiet. It meant choice. It meant safety I could control.I sat on the edge of the bed, jacket still clutched around me, listening to the muffled noise of the clubhouse below. Laughter, boots on wood, the thud of music bleeding through the floorboards. This house breathed chaos. And yet, up here, I could almost imagine I was outside of it.Almost.My mind wouldn’t let me rest. Riker’s voice echoed in my ears, that cruel smile still burned into my memory. Pet. I’d told Blake I’d heard worse—and it was true—but sometimes the smallest cuts go the deepest. It wasn’t just the word. It was the way the others had looked at me, like I was a thing, a question mark, a problem they didn’t want to deal with.And maybe they weren’t wrong.I curled onto the bed without undressing, shoes and al
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