𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮 ➪ 𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗻𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱

𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻. 𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀

*small mention of rape; I'll display a - - again at the mention*

"THEY'RE SAYING YOU
killed Sir John Fairfax." Kipps said as he loaded the teens into the yellow van. "guess you'll make the papers after all."

Agnes groaned. I sure wish I'd directly killed him.
"what are you even doing here?" George spit out as he got inside the van.
"I'm Fittes's special liaison. we help keep an eye our for rogue agents. nice knowing you." Quill glanced at Agnes for a second, who stared at him with intense hate. he closed the door in a bang.

Lockwood punched the window glass in rage.
"I'll go to the papers. I'll ruin them, I'll tell everyone." he walked around, Agnes silently watched him with widened eyes, staring at his outburst.
"guys get over here!" George called.

"what?" Lucy was the first to run his way.
"what's the deputy commissioner doing here at five in the morning?" George questioned.

"they're taking stuff away. what's going on?" Lucy looked over to Agnes. the girl furrowed her brows, having a hunch on what might be happening.
Barnes walked over to the van, he had papers in his hand.
"Inspector, what the hell is happening?" Lockwood looked at Barnes over the window.

"you're not being arrested." Agnes sighed in relief.
Barnes opened the door handing Lockwood a clipboard. "not if you sign these." the inspector closed the door, refusing to look at the teenagers.
"a non-disclosure agreement. no way." the head of the company failed to agree.
"do it. or you'll be completely unprotected."

"FROM WHAT?" Lockwood questioned. "do you even know what's being covered up here?" he furrowed his brows.
"this isn't normal. this is against the rules!" George added.
"sign the papers." Barnes instructed.

passing three additional copies to his employees Lockwood sat down, signing his own.
after each copy was signed Anthony handed the papers Barnes. "first smart thing I've seen you do." the man left.
"he's got your address." he turned back, the engine started.

"they took all our kit. they know something about Fairfax we don't. they want it to stay that away." George noted. Agnes kicked the metal seat in front of her in a grunt.
"what beyond him being a murderer?" Lucy asked.
"why does this shit always happens to us?" Agnes muttered, though her question was left without an answer.

"no one's ever gonna know what we did." Lockwood stared at his shoes. "well, at least we're alive..." Lucy tried looking to the brighter side.
"cheers!" Agnes exclaimed, a sarcastic tone at the tip of her tongue.

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after arriving home at Portland Row they all sighed.
it had been a long night, a long job.
Agnes would normally spent the day in her room, alone as she read books and listened to music; going out for a walk and smoke, briefly talking to her colleagues as she avoided Lockwood as much as possible.
but that day, no one truly spoke to each other.
Lucy Carlyle had found her way into Agnes's room. they'd occasionally have a small conversation and then had the room go silent.

Lucy laid on Agnes's bed, to the left was Agnes in complete exhaustion.
"do you like Lockwood?" the question made Agnes rise up, sitting in a uncomfortable manner.
the blonde furrowed her eyebrows, thinking of an answer.
"no!" she spat out in a ridiculous fake laughter.
"you're totally lying!" Lucy chuckled. Agnes grabbed a cigarette from her nightstand, she lit it up. pursuing her lips around it and blowing out the smoke in the air.

she offered Lucy; the girl in a long marine blue shirt took a absurdly long drag, coughing her lungs out as she went for the bottle of water. Agnes laughed.
"not for me." Lucy told, handing the fag to Agnes.

"Lockwood isn't for me the same way cigs aren't for you, Luce." she said.
"but why the question, do you like him?" Agnes stared at Lucy in hopeful eyes.

say no.

say no.

SAY NO, PLEASE!

"are you kidding? he's like a brother to me!" Lucy held her face out in a grimace, and for some odious reason Agnes felt relieved.
"but if he asked you out, would you consider?" Lucy asked with a large smirk.
"like...on a date?" Lucy nodded. "maybe, maybe not."

later that day, after everyone had retired to their own rooms Agnes turned and turned on her sheets. scared to close her eyes and relive the nightmares again. she sighed, looking up to her ceiling.
she could try going to Lucy's room or even George's but she wouldn't feel as safe as the day she slept on Lockwood's bedroom.

she knocked three times on the white wood doors. it was quiet, but she waited agonizing seconds. she brought her hands into a fist ready to knock again. but decided against it, she turned on her back. the door opened in a creak.
"what, what happened are you okay?" a shirtless Lockwood stared deep into her eyes, trying to figure what Agnes Berkshire was doing in his door at 12:00 AM.
"uhm, yeah... I couldn't sleep, so I thought it would be a good idea but now I'm just seeing how stupid it is and I'll just go to Luce's. sorry for-" Lockwood grabbed her wrist, making her shut up.
"it's fine, you don't need to bother Luce you can just sleep here." he chuckled quietly.
"are you sure?" he nodded.

Agnes laid down on the left side, staring at the ceiling and Lockwood stared at her face.
"you know... I think this was our most terrifying case yet." Agnes begun.
"because of the monks and the red room?"

"no, because of Fairfax." the boy laughed quietly.
"I'm serious! he's such a creep. when I was younger he would..." Agnes brought her lips into a thin line. this would be the second person she'd say this to, the first one was Ciani.

"he would what?"

- "he raped me, countless of times; sometimes even in my own home, in my own room." Agnes bit her lip, holding tears back.  -
"and your parents?" he pushed himself up by his elbows.
"my parents are dickwads, Anthony! they knew and did absolutely nothing about it. they don't care about me, I'm nothing but a pawn."

"don't talk about yourself like that... I'm sorry that it happened to you, Agnes. if I knew it before I'd kill him with my bare hands. well, almost kill him."
"what do you mean?" she looked at him.

"I'd let you have the last blow." he hugged her waist, caressing it gently.

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thank you for all the comments everyone!
and sorry for the small  chapter I wanted to finish it at that scene.