Thread: Bury Me Deep Inside Your Heart (bigbadvoodoodaddy&Malicious Lullaby)

Genevieve Holdings was incredibly ashamed at her decision and Gerard was no better either. Both drove home sullenly having wished they had said more to their daughter that day because they both knew, they would not be seeing her home tonight. Lucy had maybe five or six bags on her wrists as she walked. She had her Chloe purse which was hanging off of her shoulder and the handles of shopping bags adorning her wrists. For a tiny little thing, many shopping bags were something she could hold like they were feather light, and not really heavy and packed with heavy designer items. She was a beautiful girl who sometimes didnt know it. She wasnt vain like most spoiled girls might be. She was just sort of partial to material things but thats just because she was closer friends to her Pradas and Manolos than with the people at school or her own parents. The people at school adored her because of her fashion sense, her looks and the fact she was as rich as they were and therefore worth talking to. But at her school, no one really cared to get to know the other. They were friends for benefits. Not sexual benefits but simply benefits as to what it could benefit them. Not be actual real friends who sat around actually caring for one another and trading deep, dark secrets. So no one really had friends but only she saw it as that. Essentially, Lucy was really lonely. She didnt open her mouth to speak against anything or try to be anything more than a pretty face which was her fault but then again, no one cared to want to know more than her than they already did. She wasnt a bad girl, a terrible girl or anything like that. She was just the product of two rich parents who sometimes didnt always spend so wisely, who often believed money equaled happiness despite anything else like love and while they did love their daughter, they would rather baby her, spoil her and make everything in her world happy by giving every possible item they could to her without actually having to spend time with her. This left her utterly lonely, especially when her only real friends were her designer items. That was just sad. Really sad. She was never mean to anyone, never looked down on her people or held herself in higher acclaim. She just liked to shop and maybe readily accepted what her parents gave her but she wasnt about to make anyone spend time with her if they didnt want to. She didnt need pity. She had shopping. That day, she was still dressed in her school uniform which consisted of a white silk blouse with a rounded collar at the top and a two point plaid tie of blue, white and black, her private schools colors. The skirt was the same color of plaid, short and pleated and she wore thigh high stockings with her favorite black ankle boots on her feet. Her jacket was in the car and her blouse wasnt tucked in anymore. She had long flowy soft dark brown hair and it was tied in a simply loose ponytail down her back, loose tendrils framing her slender face. With stunning hazel almond shaped eyes an a lovely smile that could make many stop in their tracks to ganderbut never anything moreshe saw her next shop on the way. And that was when her world went black. The placement of a handkerchief on her mouth and nose which she breathed in deeply in her struggle, her shopping bags falling from her wrists as well as her Chloe purse and she was out, a limp body to be carried away and stored in the back of a vehicle never to be seen again. Not even her driver saw it coming as he was sitting in the car, just waiting for her call to come and collect her when she would come out. She never did. An the only people in her family that knew why were her parents.