Lucy Anne Gablesâ€¦The young woman looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was all dolled up, but not so much as to take away the true stars of the night. She wasnâ€™t looking at her face though or even her hair. She was looking at a picture taped to the mirror. The picture was of a younger her, a her with tears rolling down her cheeks, a her standing with her would be husband who looked just as dismayed as she did. That night had been the start of a life she didnâ€™t choose nor want. That night was set again for tonight, not for her though, for her sister. â€œNot if I can help it,â€ Lucy said softly, brushing her tears away.<br/><br/>George and Lucy drove over to her parentsâ€™ house. Lucy had agreed to do Lexiâ€™s hair for her special evening. Secretly, Lucy wanted to talk to her sister. Try and convince her to run or something, anything to stop the cycle of control. It was too late for herself, far too late, but Lexi still had a chance. At the house, Lucy'â€™ mom giggled over her daughterâ€™s growing belly. â€œMy my my! Youâ€™re showing already!â€ She beamed at Lucy, who gave a halfhearted smile in return. If she had her way, she wouldnâ€™t be in this situation. â€œIs Lexi upstairs?â€ She asked, going towards the stairs before her question was answered.<br/><br/>A few waddly steps and a near miss with a table, Lucy arrived at the bedroom door. She kocked gently and walked in. She stopped quickly when she saw Lexi there. â€œOh, Lex,â€ she said softly. â€œYou look beautiful.â€ She smiled genuinely, for even though she hated the reason, her younger sister did look amazing. â€œSo,â€ she said as she started brushing Lexiâ€™s her. â€œwhat will it be? Updo? Downdo? Orâ€¦ I kow! Pigtails!â€ She held Lexiâ€™s hair in a pigtail style, laughing lightly. Suddenly, she gasped and clutched at her belly. â€œHey you in there, chill out,â€ she mumbled lightly as she felt something bump against her hand.