Addams Manor.
While it may sound like something, that was the Home of Wednesday, Addams, Morticia Adams, and the rest of that dark family, her house was nothing like that.
It was a bright house, filled with memories and sunshine, laughter of the children, cooing voice of her mother and the stern yet present existence of her father.
At the moment, it did seem like a prison, something, yes, out of the Adams movie.
Maybe I should not go ahead with this. It's too soon, what if everything goes downhill? There is no one that can protect me.
But at the same time, her own mind contradicted. I cannot always expect someone to help me. I have to get away from my father and Aiden for that matter. I have to make my own way if I want to survive in this world with the truth about myself.
"Le—" Lucy stopped herself. An uncertain looking face. "What do I?.."
