I'm never coming down

“so how many of you got arrested over break? just— an estimate?”

Since arriving back at the school the brunette had spent more time in the training room than she had ever had been. She usually went at night when there were less people in there. She had heard the door open when she was kicking. 

“I didn’t think anyone would come here at night.”

Being back at Aeterno had brought up too many odd feelings inside of Lindy. Her father’s voice still rang in her head even though she had been on campus for at least twenty-four hours now. It had gotten to the point where Lindy couldn’t sort through all that was happening in her head so she went to the only place in the school she thought could help. Seeing that someone was already there, part of her mother’s side if she remembered correctly, had nearly made her turn back around. The last thing she wanted was for someone to see her have to unleash her frustrations, but the need was too great. Snorting at the comment, Lindy started to walk up to the nearest punching bag. “Well looks like both of us had the same thought.” 

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             it was the sound of a familiar voice that woke lindy up. something about it made her feel safe but she couldn’t quite place who it belonged to until she opened her eyes. the sight of green hair and matching lips curved into a kind smile welcomed her. there was an imdeiate wave of relief that came over her once she saw lorna, her mother.                         (shouldn’t she feel angry?                                     upset?                                                 betrayed?)

            “i was starting to worry that you overexerted yourself yesterday, bells.”                 her voice was full of so much love, so caring and motherly,                like she remembered it being.                          “i told your dad to let you ease into being a HERO.”             that phrase instantly struck lindy as odd--- a sense of fear bubbling up and causing her vision to blur. fuzzy images of a dark haired man with a burnt face flashed before her, replacing the image of her mother.             “wake the hell up, змея. don’t be as useless as SHE thought you were.”              gasping, lindy threw her arms forward and all of a sudden she was in another room---that room that her father had trained her in. but something was different... was he smiling at her? was he proud of her?             “that’s my girl. this is why i trust you to help me with a little project.”                as he spoke a nearby door slide open to reveal someone that looked               eerily familiar to the young rumlow girl. for the first time in what felt like               forever lindy found her voice.                                       “blake?”

“sometimes.” honestly, it was more of a way to entertain him until he finally graduated from this place and could do more important things but until then he had to make himself smile by doing this. “helps in knowing who’s interesting to talk to. who’s worth your time.” that was true. he used it in all aspects of his life. whether that was friends, enemies, potential dates and maybe in the future: business ( thank you harvard ). “in what way? we’re all different in different ways. can’t really say i am. quite a wide topic isn’t it?”

“don’t really mind or care about that. just saying that if you’re here for all those reasons then you may as well have just stayed in prison. and there are people who prefer prison to anything like rehabilitation so something tells me you’re still here for something other than nice food.” it was times like these where he appreciated he could sometimes read people who didn’t want to be read. “different reasons connected to family. and one of them yes.”

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