Please Don't Leave Me Here ^Locklyle^

Something In the Orange Tells Me We're Not Done

^ There's mentions of SH and abuse in this chapter, I put a warning before I mention it, so if yoh don't want to read that part, you can skip over it. Thanks for reading :) ^

*Lucy's POV*

After unloading my things into my new apartment, I sat on my bed with my music still playing, incredibly bored. If I were still at Portland Row, I'd probably go sit in the library with my sketchbook on the couch, while Lockwood would be reading one of his gossip magazines, and George would be eating the last donut. Gosh, I missed them already. I grab the piece of paper with Quill's number out of my pocket and still rather reluctantly dial the numbers.

"Hello? Is this Kipps?"

"Oh, hi Luce, yeah it is."

"Sorry if I'm bothering you, but I just wanted to let you know that I finished unpacking."

"No, no you're not bothering me at all, actually I was just about to come over and see if you needed help. Considering that I'm just across the hall from you."

"Oh, thank you. I was wondering if later tonight you can show me around this part of London? Only if you want to, I just don't know what's on this part of the city."

"Yes! I mean yeah, sure. Is 7 alright with you? I have some left-over papers from a case I have to look through."

"Alright, I'll see you then. Goodbye Kipps"

"Bye Luce"

The way he keeps saying "Luce" is driving me a little crazy, because that's what Lockwood always called me. But I had to forget that now. I had to forget the way his dark brown hair flops over his brow, the way the sun would shine on his face in the morning through the library window when he would accidentally fall asleep in the library-. Gosh I need a hobby.

*Lockwood's POV*

After locking myself in my room and practically having a mental breakdown, I told George and Holly what was going on. We all collectively agreed that we needed to find Lucy, because she doesn't know her way around London, and that I was in love with her, and I ruined everything. Well, I wouldn't tell her I loved her, because I am too scared to do it. I should have made her feel more appreciated, because I already let her in, and it hurts like hell that she's gone now. 

"Well, the first thing we should do is probably go up in her room and see if we find anything." George suggested.

We went up into the attic, I felt my eyes start to sting, because even though Lucy wasn't there, it still smelled like her, and she left behind a good number of things I guess she thought she wouldn't need. 

**TW**Mention of SH and abuse**

"Lockwood, I think I found something..." Holly apprehensivly said.

She pulled out a stained sewing needle and a journal I've never seen before, even though Lucy brought all her sketchbooks and journals downstairs to work on. I felt sick to my stomach, knowing exactly what that needle was for. I sighed, composing myself a bit, and grabbed the journal and started to read. 

* Time skip provided by how depressing this is going to be. *

After reading that journal, I couldn't believe how sad Lucy really was. I remember the night she told me that she believed that she was better off dead, and I didn't realize how much she believed that. The journal contained of her parents abusing her, what happened and why she moved to London, all of the horrible things she's heard by her listening ability, and so many awful feelings about herself that weren't true in the slightest. I hated myself for what I said to her, now realizing how deep I actually cut. She has had a horrible life, and I can only hope that she's okay now, because she very well could be at the bottom of the Thames.

**TW over**

After those depressing revaluations George asks me who was the last person that we saw her with, and that's when I remember Kipps's smug little face while he hugged her. And with that, we headed over to the one place where I otherwise would have never stepped foot into, Quill Kipps apartment. 

I knock on the door a few times and finally heard a reply "Coming, Luce" with that, my heart was about to explode. He opens the door, "Oh, you all aren't Lucy." "Well, no crap" I replied. "Where the bloody hell is Lucy, Kipps? I know you talked her into this! Don't say you don't know because you were obviously waiting for her!" He sighed, "I really don't have time for this, but it wasn't my fault she left, and she's fine, but can't you respect her wishes and not search for her?" The clock hit 7 and I heard a door quickly open and close behind me before I get a chance to see what it was. Knowing now that Kipps won't let us know, we head home to get some sleep before looking by ourselves tomorrow. 

 I feel sick that Kipps is weaseling his will into Lucy's mind. I feel sick that he's calling her Luce, and most of all I feel sick because I miss my girl. 

^Sorry for the not-cannon thing about SH, it's a little bit of a self-insert I might take it out later^