Lockwood loves expresso

Parenting Practice Part 6

    MWAHAHAHA I feel so evil......
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   We all look where little George looked at. We all gasp as I see the crimson, red blood running through the bandage wrap. Little Lockwood lets out a little gasp and lunges at Kipps.

   "Stop it! He didn't do anything!" I squeal as Lockwood lands atop of him.

   It must be humiliated because Lockwood actually knocked him down. I run to him but George grabs me and pulls me away towards the bathroom.

   "He didn't do anything-"

   "Then what is it, it have to have happened recently!" He interrupted me.

   "NO George listen, when I was little my dad got drunk and beat me up. Okay?" I confessed

   The little tussle that was Lockwood and Kipps stopped immediately. Everybody looked at me. What? Its not my fault that I was to small to do anything about it.

   "We know, Luce. You couldn't do anything about it."

   Damn it. I was thinking aloud again.

   "Watch your potty mouth, little one!" They all smirked at the same time. Again I blushed as red as my crimson blood that, suddenly, stopped.

   "I'll go get more bandages."Kipps said as he walked away.

   "Don't forget the rubbing alcohol!" George called after him.

   "Why?"

   "Because when you clean a cut you should put rubbing alcohol on it to get rid of the germs."

   "How do you know that?" We all asked him.

   "How many times do I have to tell you? My mum was a nurse!"

   "Wait a minute," I said slowly, realizing something, "wheres Holly?"

Meanwhile at home😈😈😈

Holly's POV
  
   "AAAAAAAHHHH!" Holly screams as she walks into the messiest house she's ever seen.

   "LUCY? LOCKWOOD? GEORGE?"

   What is this? It's a crumpled old vase. Better throw it out, then. As Holly touched it, she passed out.

Back at Kipps' place

   "George, did you seal the vase? You know, before we were rudely interrupted." Lockwood said slowly.

   ".... No comment...."

  "George you IDIOT!" Both me and Lockwood screech.

   All the while he was bandaging my wounds, Kipps was giggling uncontrollably.

   "What's so funny?" I sneer at him.

   That seemed to do it. He was laughing, out of breath, and doubling over. I got super angry because of that I stomped my foot and screeched,

   "WE GOT TO GO SEE IF SHE'S ALRIGHT!".

   "Okay, okay come on." He said this all the while getting up and going into his room. He grabbed 3 belts and went to hand them to me. I flinched.

   "Are you alright, Lucy. You seem scared of a lot of things, and the Lucy I know is not afraid of a lot."

   "I'm fine." I grumble as I take the brown leather belt from him.

   I wrap the huge belt around my tiny, fragile waist. It looped around 4 times! I tried to buckle the buckle-thingy, but my hands were shaking to much. Little Locky came over and helped me. I blushed, but looked down so he didn't see.

   "Come on, I have a car. But," he said with a smirk, "I should go buy you guys all some car-seats." He said with a smirk.

   "Shut up." George snarled.

   "Whatever, lets go."

   We all went through the door and towards the elevator. We all went inside and Kipps pressed the 'lobby' button.

   "I would let you push the button, but none of you could reach." He said with a short laugh.
 
   George went and touched the lobby button, careful not to push it again. Lockwood strutted up and did the same, but more gracefully. Everyone looked at me, Kipps and George smirking, while Lockwood had a devious look on his face. We were now on the second floor. I walked up to the button, stood on my tiptoes and reached. I was an inch off. Someone picked me up by the waist. It was Lockwood.

   "AHHH! Lockwood, put me DOWN!" I screeched, with laughing in the process.

   I was tall enough to reach it then.
I gave him a glare as he put me down. Even as a child, he was still a good 4 inches above me. His eyes shined with happiness, witch I lacked.

   "Okay, lets go! Before someone has a heart-attack of cuteness." He mumbled that last part, hoping no one heard him.

   They went into the parking lot and went to a silver car which I can't identify. He climbed into the front seat. I climbed into the back with George and Lockwood. There was only 2 seats.

   "We'll all fit, we're smaller than the seats." Lockwood whispered, as if reading my mind.

   I was in the middle, while Lockwood was on my right, George my left. I started to get lost in my thoughts, whistle watching the rain patter against the car window. Why was Quill Kipps helping us all of a sudden.

   "Lockwood."

   "Yes."

   "Why do you think Kipps is helping us?"

   "I'm helping you for 4 reasons. First, you are a well far away from home. And your itty bitty feet will fall off eventually. Second, I took you, so I might as well put you back. Third, if Barnes is going to make us work together again, I might as well know you all better." A pause.

   "The fourth?" I asked.

   "The fourth," he continues,"I am waiting for you weeny ones to fight. I love it when little kids fight. We are here!" He said a little merrily. "Get out."

   We opened the car door, and step out into the rain and splash in the mud. We run to the door. Lockwood reaches out for the knob, but something stops him.

   "What's wrong?" I ask hastily, my long hair is getting soaked.

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