Agnes Berkshire was born with life handed to her in a silver platter, yet she still chose to run away.
Winding up in the city of London, working at an agency run by two boys with no adult supervision; in which she absolutely despises the owner.
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LUCY AND GEORGE WENT TO SLEEP. it had been a tiresome day for them as well; meanwhile Agnes and Lockwood stayed. she needed a cup of tea as much as she needed rest. Anthony and Agnes stared at the leftover figments of Jack Carver, his body glowing with the touch of death.
"can you see it as well as I see it?" Lockowood glanced to the blonde, who looked at him momentarily before returning her gaze to the luminous body. "I guess..." she sighed, heading over to the kitchen and popping the kettle on. Lockwood followed her footsteps into the kitchen, opening the fridge.
"you hungry?" he stared at Agnes, who pursued her lips. "famished." she replied with a small smile. Lockwood brought out the ingredients out of the fridge, he'd make her a proper sandwich since he wasn't feeling hungry after his torture session earlier in the night.
"you want tea?" Agnes questioned awkwardly, getting two mugs from the cupboard hearing Lockwood's mutter a small yeah. the boy slid her plate to her, she smiled in return. "I'm sorry for today." Lockwood's lips were in a tight line, ashamed for risking the girl's life. "you were the one being tortured, not me" Agnes shrugged, taking a third bite out of the sandwich.
"he was planning to do horrible things to you." Lockwood breathed shakily, not being able to imagine something so morbid happening to Agnes. "I know. but I wouldn't let him, I'd rather kill myself." Agnes smiled awkwardly, not wanting the subject to be brought up. Lockwood noticed the way her body tensed up, feeling the uncomfortableness radiating off of her— so he decided to shut up.
the insufferable void of silence was loud and awkward. the two teenagers would occasionally stare at one another before adverting their gaze. Lockwood hesitated before speaking, almost as if he had changed what he was planning to say. "I'm going...I'm going to sleep. meet you in my room?" Agnes nodded in a mouth-full.
"as soon as I brush my teeth." the girl responded before taking a sip of tea.
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in the following morning everyone was awake, having breakfast as usual. it was a routine Agnes wished to stick to, it made her feel normal; like she belonged into that house. the blonde teenager was more startled than usual, horrifying nightmares had slipped inside the girl's slumber- she couldn't remember what it was about. but she recalled screaming in the middle of the night, Lockwood hurrying off to hug her and comfort back to sleep in between caresses and delicate head kisses.
Lockwood tapped the broken window of the kitchen. it had been punched by George the previous night, when Lucy was in the shower and a figment of his imagination made his way onto the window, the tornado like ghost that had terrified the cemetery a few nights ago had appeared to George. "we should catch you guys up in our Bickerstaff research." George decided, somewhat nervous seeing Lockwood staring at the now cracked glass. "what happened to the window?" Lockwood asked, now sitting down at the table. Agnes's eyebrows perched up at the question in which she wanted to ask half an hour ago.
