𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮 ➪ 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱

𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻. 𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝘀

AGNES WOKE UP.
her surroundings were different from her room, unfamiliar almost.
she lifted her eyes, now noticing where she was, Lockwood's room, she was laying on his chest. his arms hugged her waist with a dead's person weight, and she knew well what it's like to be having a corpse's weight on top of her, but this was different.

she wasn't in her yesterday clothes, she was in old shorts and one of Lockwood's button shirts. she brought her head into her hands in agonizing pain and confusion. her cheeks reddened.
fuck, fuck, fuck. what the fuck happened!

Lockwood got up, with a grunt, he yawned and stretched his arms.
"tell me we didn't..." Agnes pressed her lips into a thin line, he snickered.
"no, of course not. what do you remember from last night?" he questioned. Agnes put her hands in her head.

"well I spent the afternoon at Fittes, then you, me and Lucy met at Tyburn. we got home and there was an intruder, they slashed my wrist so I went down to the basement for help and nothing else." Agnes sighed.
"you went to Fittes?" Lockwood clicked his tongue, pressing his  lips into a thin line.

"well yeah... I-"
"you what, Agnes?" his tone was suddenly harsh, disappointed.

"why are you speaking to me like that? I wouldn't have gone to Fittes if you just hadn't put my name on the screens!" Agnes got up, scoffing.
"what's the matter of it?!"

"THE MATTER OF IT IS BECAUSE I'M UNCOMFORTABLE, ANTHONY!" Lockwood froze, he made her uncomfortable. he regretted it, he apologized  yesterday but the fact he made her uncomfortable made him feel like the worst man alive.

and for Agnes, the truth devoured her. it pained her not being able to tell them. she knew if she mentioned her parents to them and that she thought they were after her they'd ask questions, questions they should never ask if they wanted to live.
Lockwood glanced at his pink socks, the room was silent. Agnes went to her room, the one she should've spent the night in.

entering her dorm she kicked her door, she was mad; mad because she had to leave, infuriated with Lockwood because he made it seem like she was in the wrong.
she sat down her bed, staring at the four walls and decorations she'd put in the room in the short few months. she'd have to give up all of that for the white walls and fluorescent lighting in Fittes in a couple of days.
she picked up a towel, her arm was still smeared from blood, she'd noticed. hoping it stained Lockwood's sheets.

descending the steps almost falling down she looked at the medicine cabin, she needed some painkillers and proper bandages.
Lucy tossed the painkillers to her from the table, Lockwood didn't dare to look at her. George fixed up a piece of toast and coffee for her.
"thanks..." Agnes looked down, she should probably announce it now. considering everyone was together and no problems were interrupting the awkwardness.

"I'm leaving for Fittes." she put her toast down after swallowing a bite. George and Lucy looked at her surprised.
"when?" George asked, brows raised in both sadness and confusion.