The Cullinan

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She was glad that this did not turn into an argument between the two. She was sure that she was running on empty and she was not sure she could have found the energy to argue with him. Lillian wished to protest his desire to make a move now, especially since he had not managed to get a wink of sleep, but he was right in that they did need to make a move because her brother would not have stayed unconscious for long as she knew that he was probably already looking for them.

As he moved himself into an upright position she found herself wondering how the two would move forward now. Although she had claimed that they had nothing to talk about the night before, she had only done so because she thought that she would never see him again, yet she was not sure that she had the courage to tell him that she had been hurt when she saw him kissing that woman. Lillian had no right to feel that way and she was not exactly sure why it had in the first place. Frederick was helping her out of obligation, because he felt as though he had to in order to repay Lillian for saving his sister, not because he felt anything for her. Frederick would probably laugh at her for her foolish thoughts if he had any understanding of what had been going through her mind when she had packed his bag the night before.

Lillian looked up towards him as he moved to look her over and she followed his gaze down at the wound. She had no idea why her heart raced slightly as he moved the ripped material of the dress, but he looked back at his face and saw the conflict upon it. If she tried to reassure him again he would likely ignore her or try to blame himself further, so she decided against saying much else, instead she waited for him to close the door of the passenger side and make his way around to the driver’s seat so that they could set off to their next destination.

“Frederick, I’m sorry for bringing you into this. If I could find a way to make this right I would. I never meant for anyone to get hurt and I certainly never meant to put you in any danger. That was never my intention.”
  Lillian Rogers / d1gn17y / 1y 56d 8h 26m 33s
As Lillian spoke Freddie only rolled his eyes, thankful that she could not see him do so as it would surely be met with a slap to the head. This was just like her, here he was trying to take responsibility for once in his life and she was telling him no. If they had not just endured possibly the most hellish of evenings, he would have argued with her. Instead, realising that it was better for her to save her strength he just sat there silently, letting her continue her efforts to stop him feeling sick with guilt.

“I can sleep later.” He said softly, swallowing back a yawn that surfaced at the mention of sleep. “We’re not safe yet, I didn’t just spend my evening trying to keep you alive for your brother to find us and finish the job.” Her hand leaving his hair almost made him protest but Frederick did not want to push his luck. Instead, he stretched out his legs and sat up straight, putting some distance between the two of them. His feelings for her were still confusing and the last thing he needed was to form a physical attachment to her as well as an emotional one. Frederick hadn’t decided at that moment if he was going to tell Lillian about these new things he was feeling. Part of him knew that she was right to send him away, he did have a life to return to at some point and Lillian had a new one to start. Although he was willing to give up a few months to get her safe and settled, and was willing to put himself in harms way and stitch up her wounds, Frederick was not sure if he could permanently leave everything for her. After all, these feelings were one-sided. Lillian had made it perfectly clear she had no interest in a playboy like him.

Frederick turned to face her then, resting on his knees so he could see the wound.
“It doesn’t look inflamed which is good. It will need cleaning again and we should find something to dress it so that it doesn’t catch and rip open.” His words were really just instructions for himself. Reaching out he gently pushed the rip in the dress back so he could see the stitches and bit down on his bottom lip to stop himself cursing. He had made a mess of the stitches, although they were efficient they were not straight. If he had been calmer and there had been enough light then maybe it wouldn’t have been so bad.

“We can get you a nicer dress when you’re cleaned up. I’ll even let you pick it yourself this time.” He said and flashed her a quick smile before standing up.
  Frederick Lester / Burningsxn / 1y 56d 9h 4m 52s
It was clear to Lillian that Frederick blamed himself for her injury and she wanted nothing more than to reassure him that it wasn’t his fault except he very rarely listened to her. They were both as stubborn as each other really and that was likely the cause of most of the friction between the two. However, as much as there was an amount of friction there was also something else there but she was not sure whether is was mutual, which is why she had asked him to leave in the first place. There was no way that her feelings for him would be returned by him.

“You are not responsible for any of this do you hear me? If I hadn’t suggested this is the first place you would be home with your sister now enjoying the fact that she was safe. Instead here you are, sleep deprived and feeling responsible for something neither of us could have predicted. My brother had that knife on him, which meant that he intended on using it anyway. Please, stop blaming yourself.” Lillian’s voice was soft, unlike her usual harsh tone when she was scolding him for something. This situation called for reassurance, not anger and that was the last thing she felt towards the situation.

“I’m real grateful that you are here.” She added, just to let him know that she was. Lillian removed her hand from his hair and squeezed his other to add further reassurance. “Come on, get some sleep. I’m awake now so at least you don’t have to worry about me dying.” She said as she worked up the courage to look down at her wound. It still surprised Lillian that he had been able to stitch her up himself and she was lucky that he managed to do so without her bleeding out. She was still pale from the loss of so much of it and she felt considerably weaker than she normally did but she was alive and she was sure that she would be lucky enough to continue to do so without any infection. They had been careful to keep the needle and the stab wound sterilised.

Lillian swallowed and looked away from the stitches and turned her attention to the dress and shook her add with a smile as she attempted to lighten the mood between them. “It’s such a shame to have ruined such a beautiful dress don’t you think?”
  Lillian Rogers / d1gn17y / 1y 57d 4h 20m 14s
The sun had peaked over the horizon casting a soft glow across the landscape. It was beautiful and after the night he had endured it was enough to quieten the mind, if only for a while. Frederick had not slept a wink and yet he still felt wide awake. He put it down to the adrenaline and fear that they were within grasp of her brother. The sooner they found somewhere safe the sooner he could relax. To top it off he had a wounded woman in his car who was more stubborn than him and he was sure that she was not going to make it easy to look after her.

Lillians voice surprised him, not having sensed her wake. Her words caused his breath to catch in his throat. Frederick didn’t want to think of the possibility that things could have been worse no more than he wanted to think that he was the cause of the wound. It had been an irrational and thoughtless thing to do to attack her brother and there were no amount of words that would ever make up for it.
“You were stabbed because I was tactless. Your brother meant that knife for me because I provoked him.” Frederick kept his voice quiet, not wanting to upset Lillian. It was still difficult to believe her brother would do such a thing, especially after everything she had done for him.

Fredericks face turned a shade of red as her hand touched his hair. His chest seemed to tighten with an unfamiliar weight. His mouth opened to answer her question and yet all he could do was bring himself to nod his head in confirmation. This was not a man often lost for words and yet he could not trust himself to speak. It was the first time that Lillian had voluntary touched him as herself and not whilst playing the part of his wife. Silence filled the air and Frederick sat as still as possible, not wanting to give her a reason to move away from him. A thousand thoughts raced through his head, each one only confirming that his realisation from the night before that his feelings for Lillian were more than just attraction were real.

Finally, after what felt like an endless stretch of time, Frederick trusted himself to speak.
“I couldn’t have you dying in your sleep, could I, kitten?” The words still came out shaky and held little of the mans normal teasing tone. Lord! What had she done to him, he was nothing more than an inexperienced boy. No one else had ever made him react in such a way before. He was truly doomed because deep down, he knew that his feelings were only going to get stronger now that he had started to accept them.
  Burningsxn / 1y 57d 4h 43m 56s
Sleeping went against her every instinct. A part of her knew that it was not safe for her to sleep so soon after being inflicted with such a wound, but she had dispensed all her energy trying to keep herself conscious while Frederick attempted to save her life and she couldn’t possibly keep herself awake any longer. Lillian fell into a deep sleep, one that she would not wake up from until her body had time to rest but at least she would survive and at least they had not risked everything taking her to a hospital. She would never be able to forgive herself if she were to put Frederick in danger, especially since she now knew that their previous employers had learned of their deception. She would have to explain it all in the morning and she expected Frederick to leave her again, knowing that she had caused far more trouble than she was worth.

There was not a single movement that seemed to stir Lillian throughout the night, despite the fact that he was constantly checking on her and making sure that she did not have a fever. She might scold him in the morning when she realised that he had jeopardised a night of sleep simply to keep an eye on her while she rested, especially since they would need to travel some distance the next day and it would not be entirely safe to do so while he was deprived of rest himself.

It wasn’t until the sun started to rise that Lillian began to stir and she felt someone reach out for her hand. While her eyes remained closed for the time being she tried to comprehend why her abdomen was causing her so much discomfort and who was holding her hand and why she felt a breeze dancing along her skin as though she had spent a night sleeping outside. However, when she heard Frederick’s apology her memories of the night before came flooding back and suddenly everything started to make sense.

Lillian squeezed his hand affectionately as she started to open her eyes. He was facing away from her and leaning his head against her leg as he remained on the floor outside of the car and she couldn’t help but smile to herself. “You do not know that. Perhaps if you had stayed away, I would not be here now.” Lillian shifted in the passenger seat slightly, using her free hand to hold her throbbing abdomen where her new scar would form and when she was comfortable her hand found his hair. “Have you been sat here all night?”
  Lillian Rogers / d1gn17y / 1y 57d 7h 18m 47s
Frederick would never have called himself squeamish and yet it took every ounce of concentration to stop himself from turning away to throw up as the needle pierced the skin. It was only made worse as Lillian cried out in pain, causing his eyes to sting. He wished there had been more time to numb the pain or at least make her more comfortable but they were on the clock. If he could have taken the pain for her he would have. It was not easy to stitch the wound up as the blood was still flowing and due to the number of times, he dried his hands on his trousers they had turned a darker shade with blood. Once the slightly messy stitches were finished he sat back, sighing with relief. She would have a scar but she would live.

Lillian was already half asleep before he could open his mouth to tell her that sleeping was not a good idea. One look at her face and his bossy demeanour dissolved. It was only natural that she was tired, they had argued, her brother hand turned up and stabbed her and now they were once again on the run. It was enough to exhaust anyone. Freddie stayed sat on the floor next to the car for a moment, waiting for the nausea in his stomach to settle. They would have to move at some point, the longer they stayed the more likely it was that her brother would find them. Frederick ran a hand through his hand and sighed. They would leave at first light and providing Lillians wound didn’t open and she didn’t catch a fever they would be able to make their way to a hotel to clean up.

The air was silent, not even the sound of a car passed them. Frederick could hear Lillians gentle breathing as she fell asleep and although he wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and try to forget about the day, he sat propped up on the grass watching Lillian for any red flags, occasionally standing up to check her temperature, running a hand across her forehead, praying every time that it was a normal heat. Somehow he managed to make it through the night without falling asleep, though it was more likely due to worry than stamina. Every part of him ached and just when he was about to complain to himself or close his eyes he remembered that the pretty blonde sat in his passenger seat had just been stabbed trying to protect him.

“You know,” He whispered to himself. “It is supposed to be the Knight saving the Princess, not the other way around.” Freddie couldn’t help but smile at the sleeping woman. It was just like her to selflessly put herself in harm’s way. It was one of the reasons he admired her as he did, everything she did was out of kindness, unlike him. Frederick did only what he wanted, never told what to do, never listening to others needs. Lillian had told him to go and he had come back. Suddenly feeling terrible he reached out and took her hand.
“I’m sorry I came back. This would not have happened if I had stayed away.” He said and dropped his head, resting it against her in defeat.
  Frederick Lester / Burningsxn / 1y 57d 7h 41m 47s
Lillian knew that she couldn’t let herself close her eyes. With every passing second she was finding it harder to stay conscious and she was losing the ability to think clearly. Maybe it was a bad idea refusing to go to a hospital but now she wondered if it was too late for her anyway. Her body grew weaker and her thoughts betrayed her, telling her to give in; to let her eyes close and go to sleep. She wouldn’t wake up again if she did and she was starting to accept the fact that she might not survive this. She didn’t even have the energy to laugh or scold Frederick about his joke or the fact that he was wrapping a belt around her and picking her up.

Lillian grit her teeth for a moment as she braced herself for the pain to come. She was numb to it now and had seemingly accepted the fact that she could not protest Frederick’s actions. While it was becoming increasingly harder for Lillian to think straight, she knew that they needed to get away from her brother. The last thing she wanted was for Frederick to get hurt too. She wanted to tell him that he should have left her there, that he should have got himself away from Sam while he still had the chance but Frederick would likely argue against her anyway so it would have been wasted energy to tell him to leave.

It was not until she heard his voice that she realised her eyes had drifted shut. She opened them slowly and looked up at him trying to comprehend what was happening but all she could take away from his words was that she needed to stay awake so she nodded and fought against every instinct that was telling her to rest and let her body fall into a sleep. From that moment on she focused so much on staying awake that she didn’t even realise that he had put her in the car and that they were driving somewhere, not until he stopped again near a barn where Frederick concealed them from sight.

He moved around to the back of the car to retrieve something and when he came back with a bottle of alcohol she reached out and took it from him. Lillian nodded but before she took a drink she poured little bit onto the wound. Her thoughts were cloudy but she knew that if he was going to try and save her, the wound needed to be cleaned and this was the best way to do it. She gasped as the wound began to sting but at least now it wouldn’t be too much of a shock when the needle entered her flesh. She moved her head slightly so that she could drink some of the alcohol, screwing up her face as it burned her throat and when she finished she realised that Frederick had already started to get to work.

Her hand moved to his shoulder as she cried out in pain and she found herself fighting back tears that were threatening the corner of her eyes. How the evening had taken a turn. After a minute or two of Frederick getting to work she found herself calming, controlling her reaction to the pain and when Frederick was finished she sighed with relief and looked down at the wound that was no longer open. It seemed that he was able to work around the material of the dress and it was now sporting a hole around her abdomen and she laughed quietly before resting her head back.

“Now can I sleep?” She asked, her voice barely a whisper as her eyes already began to close, unable to keep herself awake for much longer.
  Lillian Rogers / d1gn17y / 1y 58d 12h 55m 8s
The blood wasn’t slowing. Frederick pressed down on the towel, ignoring the damp red smears on his own skin. His mind was racing, trying to come up with any solution that didn’t involved Lillian bleeding out, going to the hospital or her psychotic brother waking up to finish the job. They needed to move that much was clear. Without telling Lillian what his plan was, it would have only wasted time and she was in no position to protest, he took the belt off this trousers and gently tied it around her waist, making every effort to move her as little as possible.
“See, I knew you wanted to get me out of my trousers” he said softly. Once the towel was secured by the belt he grabbed the bag off the floor, slinging it over his shoulder and scooped Lillian up in his arms.

They were going to have to go out the back to avoid any unwanted attention. Freddie left the room, locking the door with the hotel key from the outside to keep the murderous sibling inside whilst they escaped. Leaving unnoticed was harder in reality than it had been in his head, people bustled about in every corridor, meaning they had to stop often, slowing them down. Frederick had not imagined he would be smuggling anything again after that night with the diamond and yet here he was, only this time he could have walked away and didn’t.

Every time Lillian’s skin brushed his, Frederick could feel the heat and prayed silently that she did not have a fever. After an endless stretch of corridors they were outside in the car park.
“You need to stay awake, Lillian. I’m going to take us somewhere safer so we can get you stitched up.”
With careful movements, Frederick helped Lillian into the car, trying to keep the belt tight around her waist.

Driving was much harder when you had a wounded woman next to you and Frederick could hardly keep his eyes on the road in fear that Lillian would lose consciousness any moment. The drive was short and the car pulled around the back of an abandoned barn off a side road. If Lillian’s brother were to chase after them, which would be a huge mistake, he wouldn’t find then parked in the dark.

Frederick got out of the car and opened the boot, taking out a half empty bottle of alcohol and went around to the passenger side. Gently he took off the belt and removed the towel, trying not to cringe at the sight of the open cut. Holding out the bottle he forced a weak smile.
“Drink this. You’re going to need it.”
Wiping most of the blood away with the towel he took out a needle and thread from the bag and inhaled a deep breath. Having never sown someone’s skin before he wasn’t sure he could do it, the colour drained from his face and his hand shook. Frederick was more nervous now the adrenaline has settled and yet the moment the needle touched her skin he found the courage to carry on.
  Frederick Lester / Burningsxn / 1y 58d 20h 44m 48s
Lillian couldn’t help but wish that she had the energy to actually enjoy Frederick’s company. She wished that the situation was different. If Sam hadn’t turned up out of the blue they might be having a very different conversation now. Perhaps she would have told him how much she had grown to care for him and that was the real reason she sent him away. Lillian cared far too much about him to keep ruining his life by keeping him here, away from his family and the life he had made for himself back home. A life she couldn’t return to which mean they truly had no future.

She glanced over at the unconscious body on the floor and she felt nothing but disgust for him. The brother she had once loved so dearly had broken the last bit of trust that existed between the two. While she did not wish him dead she wished for him to be out of her life for good and she was angry about the fact that he had followed the here. At some point Lillian would have to explain their situation to Frederick but now was not the time but she was sure she would never forgive herself for allowing Frederick to put himself in danger by embarking upon this journey with her.

As his hand found her hair she pulled her gaze back to his face and she nodded. The last thing she wanted to do was have to go to a hospital. It was perhaps a good thing that she had agreed to stop talking because she was not sure that she knew how to respond to his next words. Instead she simply smiled and allowed the emotion she felt to swim over her. Maybe he was simply trying to calm her but even if that were the case, she did not seem to mind in that moment.

Lillian gathered as much energy as she possibly could to press down on the wound so that Frederick could get what he needed to help her. While he was gone she allowed her head to fall to the side and she let her eyes close so that she could work on steadying her breath. Her body had started to shiver slightly but she focused on pressing down on the open wound until Frederick returned. The feel of his warm hands upon her cheeks forced her eyes open.

“Frederick…I…” Lillian started to cough again and she shook her head. “I’m sorry.”
  Lillian Rogers / d1gn17y / 1y 61d 10h 19m 25s
The sickness that had flooded Frederick when Lillian was stabbed only increased as she spoke. Her voice was weak and her face had lost all colour. The jacket stayed pressed to her stomach but the warm wet feeling on his palm was increasing as it absorbed the blood flow. As she spoke, trying to make light of their situation he only shook his head. He would have laughed had he not been so worried, stabbed and still teasing him. It was getting harder for him to stay calm, the emotions that he had felt earlier that day, the realisation that he cared for her more than any other only heightened his fear and concern.

A hospital was their only option, how could she tell him not to. There was a risk that someone would question them or recognise either of them which would ruin everything they had worked for the previous three weeks but she was bleeding and Frederick was no doctor.
“Lillian, I can’t just let you bleed out.” He said, his voice laced with worry. To make things worse there was an unconscious sister-stabbing man on the floor and Freddie was sure that if they were still around when he woke up that he would likely kill the man. Lillian may have hated him but killing her brother was not something he was willing to do, down the line she would resent him, even if she didn’t realise it yet.

Her hand touched his cheek and heat flooded over his face as she spoke. He would have kissed her if she hadn’t started to cough and contort in pain. Frederick shifted closer to her and softly ran a hand over her hair.
“I’m not going to let you die, Lillian, you either need to stop talking and try to relax so you don’t cause more damage or I’m taking you to a hospital.” Although he was being bossy his words were still soft. The last thing he wanted was to upset her.
“As if I could forget about you. You are possibly the most interesting, beautiful, frustrating woman I’ve ever met.” He said, lifting the jacket slightly to assess how quickly she was bleeding.

“I tried to leave but there’s something about you, something about us, which I’m not ready to let go of yet. So until I figure that out, you need to stay alive, okay kitten?” Freddie took her hand and kissed it briefly, hoping that she would be too weak to slap him for being forward with her, then replaced it where his hand had been, pressing down on the jacket.
“I need you to press down hard on this. I’m going to get towels and something to clean the wound with.” He said and stood up off the bed. It only took moments to grab the damp towels from the bathroom and return to her side but it felt too long. He sat down and placed his hands on her cheeks, tilting her face to look at him, checking her. She was still too pale. He took her hand off the jacket and replaced it with one of the towels.

“Just my luck isn’t it, I find a girl I actually care about and she gets stabbed.” He said, smiling at her through the worry.
  Burningsxn / 1y 61d 10h 50m 49s
Lillian pulled her eyes away from Sam’s no longer able to look him in the eye. She looked down at the wound that had started to spill with blood. She hadn’t even noticed that her body had started shake slightly and before she knew it Sam’s unconscious body fell to the ground. She had no idea how it came to be that way or whether he was still alive mostly because she was now being carried towards the bed.

While she had not yet fainted, she felt light headed and she had already felt as though she was floating even before she was being carried through the room. Lillian laughed gently at his words, followed by a cough. At that point she winced and her hand went to her fresh knife wound. As he lay her down on the bed he used his jacket to try to stop the bleeding.

“Y-you are...g-going to ruin your jacket.” Her voice was weak but she tried to keep the mood light by keeping a smile on her face. Even though it was her losing blood, she was concerned about the worried look on Frederick’s face. Lillian allowed her eyes to close for a moment as his hand brushed her forehead where a cold sweat was already forming and she only opened her eyes again when he mentioned a hospital. She instantly started to shake her head. “N-no hospitals.”

Lillian lifted her hand to meet his cheek and smiled softly. “You came back.” After she spoke she started to cough again and she found herself in a lot of pain. She hadn’t noticed how much it hurt until now. “You shouldn’t have come back.” It wasn’t that she didn’t want him to be here. She had regret sending him away the moment she did it but having him here meant that the situation was more complicated. “Y-you were supposed to forget about me.”
  Lillian Rogers / d1gn17y / 1y 62d 4h 47m 56s
Frederick watched as the man bought his hand to his jaw, wincing as he touched the tender skin. Although never normally the one to start a fight, Freddie couldn’t help but smile as he saw the mans pain. It would serve him right to touching Lillian. There was no time to think about how foolish he had been to his Lillians brother, if he had interpreted the situation in the wrong way then he would have been in trouble but suddenly there was a flash of silver in the man’s hand. A knife. Freddie felt his throat close up, he had come in unarmed and the gun he did have was in his bag which was on the floor by the door. There was no time to go back to get it, he needed to move quickly to get out of the way, or more importantly, get Lillian out of the way, before the mad man attacked them.

It appeared that Lillian had a different plan. Instead of moving out of the way like he had hoped she would, she put herself in between the two men. Frederick tried to move forward to pull her out of the way but the sound of the blade sinking into her skin stopped him. The man’s face was anything but apologetic. Lillian hadn’t fainted, which was more than Frederick could have said for how he was feeling. Panic rose in his chest and the sight of the blood on the blade caused his stomach to churn.

Thinking as quickly as possible, Freddie grabbed the nearest object to him, which turned out to be a book, and bought it down on Lillians brothers head, causing him to collapse in a heap on the ground unconscious. He then turned to Lillian and in one swift motion picked her up, trying to carefully carry her to the bed without aggravating the wound any more.
“I leave you for two minutes and you get yourself stabbed.” He said softly, his voice laced with worry. Gently he placed her on the bed and shrugged his jacket off, pressing it tightly to the wound to stop the bleeding.

His eyes flashed to the man on the floor for a split second before looking back to the bleeding woman who was causing so much pain to swim through his body. It should have been him, if he had gotten stabbed he would have coped but Lillian, she was innocent. This had only happened because he had left. Frederick brushed a hand over her forehead whilst keeping the other pressed to the bleeding hole in her.
“We need to get you to a hospital.” He said, now running a hand through his hair. Hospitals would ask questions but she was losing blood and there was no way he was going to keep her in the hotel room with her unconscious brother.
  Frederick Lester / Burningsxn / 1y 62d 5h 45m 47s
Her lips parted to speak, to protest him but as she was about to talk she noticed movement behind him and watched as the door of the room opened. He had come back. Even though she has sent him away he has still come back but she couldn’t smile or allow herself to be happy about the situation because his very presence could easily escalate their current situation. She would never trust her brother and she knew that he would have some ulterior motive for being there but she also knew that he did not enjoy having his plans messed with had Frederick’s entrance did exactly that. The proof came with his swift movement of turning away from her but staking his claim on her by taking hold of her arm with a familiar force. It wasn’t the first time he had grabbed her like this but she still grit her teeth and inhaled deeply.

If the situation was different she might have noticed the way that he called her his but she was so focused on trying to convey her distain for her brother. She shook her head at her brother’s words and attempted to pull her arm away from him. “Let me go.” Her words echoing Frederick’s who had told him to leave. His laugh echoed through the room and she kept pulling at her arm. She only stopped when she noticed him reaching around his back. She saw the silver of the blade but she could not warn Frederick in time before he moved towards her brother and ploughed his first against his jaw.

The move only angered Sam further and he finally let go of his hand so that he could nurse his jaw for a moment. The lip has split and a small bit of blood started to escape it bit he simply growled and used his hand to wipe it away. He was ready now, ready to attack him back but his intentions were to add a weapon to their fight. The knife was now in full view on an attempt to taunt Frederick and make him back away but she knew Sam and she knew that this was not an empty threat. He would stab him if he could get close enough. Lillian couldn’t allow Frederick to get hurt because of her and without thinking she moved quickly. Her brother’s hand thrust forward with the knife firmly in his grip and she pulled back on his other arm to slow him enough that she put herself between Sam and Frederick. In doing so she took the blow that was meant for Frederick.

Lillian expected to feel pain as her eyes widened from the shock of cold metal sliding into her abdomen as though her skin was as soft as butter. Her lips parted and her hand moved to the blade in Sam’s hand as it remained on the knife. She pushed against him and in retaliation he pulled the blade out and her eyes started to tear up as they locked with Sam’s. Any normal brother would have been devastated by the fact they had hurt their sister but he was smiling like a maniac, seemingly feeling accomplished by his actions. Even if it was meant for Frederick, he was satisfied with his target.
  Lillian Rogers / d1gn17y / 1y 67d 21h 37m 20s
The drive back seemed to stretch on forever and it felt like everything that could possibly get in his way did. From people walking out in front of his car to almost running out of gas. The entire way his blood thrummed, as though realising he had feelings for Lillian had awakened something in him, rousing him from the sleepy state he had lived his life up until now. Every scenario ran through his head, what he would say when he got back, how he would apologise and explain why he had said the things he had without explicitly telling her that he had feelings for her?

After what seemed like the longest drive in history he finally pulled into the parking lot at the hotel. Despite how eager he had been to return home, getting out of the car seemed like a whole other story. He was scared. There was a chance that Lillian would not listen to him, only kick him out and refuse to see him again. The possibility of not getting to apologise to her was somehow worse than her refusing his apology all together.

Finally, Frederick got out of the car and made his way up to the hotel room. Each step bought a new sense of fear and even though he was aware of the strange feelings he held for Lillian, it didn’t make accepting them any easier. It was only when he approached the room did he hear Lillians voice. She sounded angry, but her words were muffled by the walls. Freddie slowed his steps down, trying to understand what was happening in the room. He didn’t want to walk in on her in a compromising position, even if it served him right after his stunt with the brunette woman earlier.

Frederick stood behind the closed door, another voice spoke over Lillians, a male begging her to let him help. There was only a split second before Freddie was in the room, bag dropped on the floor, eyes wide.
“I leave you for two minutes darling and you’ve already gotten yourself into trouble.” Frederick said, keeping his voice light despite the panic that was now rising in his chest. The man had his back to Frederick and was closer to Lillian than he liked. With an irritated sigh, the man turned around to face Frederick, before moving so that Lillian was beside him, his hand now on her arm.

“Care to explain what you think you’re doing touching whats mine?” Frederick said calmly, his eyes staying trained on the man. He was too far away that he couldn’t get to Lillian without alerting the stranger to his intentions and so he stayed rooted to the floor.
“Yours? This is my sister and I think I’m correct in believing she wanted you to leave.”
His heart dropped for a moment, wondering if Lillian had really told her brother that she didn’t want Frederick around, but one glance at her face and he could see her expression was not one of sisterly love.
“I think you need to leave,” Freddie said, taking a slow step towards the man. Lillian's brother rolled his eyes and let out another irritated sigh as if Freddies presence was inconvenient. Everything Lillian had told him about the man had the hairs on his neck standing up on end. This was not a good man, this was a man that had almost gotten her killed and had left her in the hands of some very unpleasant men.

Letting out a soft sigh, Frederick shook his head and took another slow step forward.
“I really didn’t want to do this, I’ve had a long night and need to talk to your sister. One more chance kid. You. Leave. Now.” His voice was no longer patient. Perhaps it was a good thing that they had argued earlier that evening because it had run his temper short. Lillians brother let out a cold laugh, it was clear that he had no plans of leaving and slowly his hand was reaching around to his back.

Freddie moved without thinking. In one swift motion, he stepped forward, closing the gap between him and Lillians brother and lifted his fist, placing it firmly on the other man’s jaw with a sickening crack.
  Frederick Lester / Burningsxn / 1y 67d 22h 42m 23s
She knew that it wouldn’t be easy to see him go and a part of her wished that he would fight her on it but deep down they both knew that this had to happen. This [i needed] to happen. Lillian nodded at his words finding herself too choked up to speak as he left. She had to stop herself from telling him to stop, from telling him that she had made a mistake and that she needed him to stay. Not because of his money or because he was helping her get to where she needed to be bur because she wanted him there. She had feelings for him and she had realised that the moment she saw him kissing another woman but nothing good would come of her telling him now, especially when he would have to leave her anyway. With that he was gone and she spent some time crying to herself as she lay on the bed and time escaped her for a while.

There was a knock at the door then and she let out a frustrated groan. Frederick had only been gone for two hours and it seemed that he had already returned. She had just got comfortable on the bed and she was ready to at least try to sleep but it seemed like she wasn’t going to be granted the peace. Lillian was cursing to herself as she made her way over the door and as she opened it she was muttering loudly.

“I told you to go home!” She said but as soon as her eyes locked with who was at the door she was filled with dread. It was then that she wished that it was Frederick at the door but she had no such luck. As the man at the door tried to offer her a smile she pushed at the door trying to close it in his face. The male’s foot trapped itself in the door and stopped her from closing it and he used his body strength to push at it, overpowering her easily.

“Is that any way to greet your brother?” He asked as he pushed open the door, forcing Lillian backwards as she snarled at him. “What? Not going to give your brother a hug?” His arms were stretched out as though he expected her to simply fall into them like she used to as a child. She had so much respect for him then and there had been so much love between them. She couldn’t even pinpoint the moment all of that changed or what actually happened that made him behave in such a way that got her into the situation she was faced with now and all the danger she had been faced with over the last couple of years.

“You are no brother of mine. You made my life hell. You don’t deserve any kind of greeting! What are you even doing here?” She asked, not even concerned with the fact that he had found her but more bothered by the fact that he was here at all.

“They know you are alive Lillian. They know you faked your death to get away from them. I only wish that I would have figured that out sooner. I could have helped you a long time ago but I am here now to try and make it right.” His voice changed tone, echoing the caring nature he had one had but she had learned a long time ago that he has been unable to show any care for her. Whatever he was showing her now was an act. “I know you don’t trust me but I am here to help you. Who else is going to help you now that Frederick has left you?”

Lillian’s eyes narrowed at the mention of his name and he just rolled his eyes. “I know he has been helping you. I’ve been following you since you left to make sure he didn’t screw it up. It’s a good job I did. What kind of man leaves a woman to fend for herself in the middle of no where?”

“I asked him to leave. What kind of man drags his sister into a gang circle and makes her work off a debt that he’s too cowardly to work off himself? I want you to leave! I don’t need your help. Not today. Not ever!” As she spoke he stepped towards her and she retreated further into the room. She knew that it was a bad idea the moment she did it. He was in the room now and the door was shut behind her and if she needed to get away from him she had no where to go. “Sam I just want to be left alone. Leave me to just get on with my life.”

“Oh dear Lillian. I’m here to help you. Just let me take you to where you are going. You are not going to get there alone now are you? As soon as we get there I will leave you to your new life but please let me help you.”
  Lillian Rogers / d1gn17y / 1y 67d 23h 21m 46s

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