BOOK 3 of the ORPHIC Series
CHURLISH
/ˈCHərliSH/
marked by a lack of civility.
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Lucille 'Lucy' Opal Baker finds herself in the 21 century sporting the title of Aunt while lugging along h...
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"Inheritance is both a blessing and a curse."
Washington D.C, America September, 2015
LUCY MUST'VE SAT ON THAT couch for half an hour, staring at the blank screen while her hands robotically moved from her MRE to her mouth. She'd finished the MRE and hadn't moved from her spot afterwards. Her mind was running faster than she thought possible.
Henry was currently on trial or imprisoned in Berlin, Germany.
Apart from the irresistible urge to eliminate the threat–the government–Lucy had two choices. One: she would follow the urge to barge into the prison holding Henry and remove him from the premises to keep him safe like the good soldier she was, becoming a wanted criminal in yet another country. Or two: she would simply ignore the fact Henry was imprisoned and attempt to follow the list of people she was prepared to meet without holding any responsibility over the man who literally choked the living daylights out of her.
The decision shouldn't have been as difficult as it was. But Lucy could not simply choose one over the other. She was battling her subconscious, forcing herself to ignore an instinct that was buried under decades, decades of trauma.
Lucy found it ridiculous Henry had tried to change their relationship. Sure, she hadn't been optimistic, but she also hadn't been pessimistic. She'd been neutral, and she hadn't been surprised when he'd hit her again.
But it had been good for a time, hadn't it? He'd been so kind, so caring, so helpful. How could Lucy ignore his efforts to be better?
He'd attacked her under emotional distress. Lucy had done the same thing before. She'd done it to Peggy and killed several HYDRA agents on multiple occasions because she felt particularly distressed. She knew the circumstances were different with the agents, but she still had outbursts.
And they were often violent because she let herself. But that was not an excuse. She was fully guilty for those actions because she chose to commit them.
With Henry, though, she couldn't tell.
Henry felt guilt, to an extent. She knew that. It wasn't like he didn't have any emotions. He'd grown without understanding what the hell emotions were nor how to express them. No one had shown him love apart from his mother, but then she'd died and then he'd been isolated. Henry had been affected by his environment and that was absolutely terrible, because he was the product of abuse, and killed so many–hurt so many just to cope.
