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“Truth be told, I don’t know how any of them are still standing. All those raids, all those arrests, and they’re still out there,” Lucy said, sitting down next to Wyatt on their shared bed.
Wyatt sighed. “After everything Christopher did, there can’t be many left. It’s just Emma and…” Wyatt trailed off, knowing how Lucy got when he brought up Carol in front of her.
Still, she finished his sentence. “And my mom. You can say it. My mom is part of an evil cult.”
Lucy leaned her head onto Wyatt’s shoulder and slipped her hand into his. “I can’t sleep at night. I just… get these horrible nightmares. What they did to me. I know there’s not many of them left but it feels like they’re just waiting for another chance to take me and try to brainwash me again.”
Wyatt tightened his grip on Lucy’s hand. “We won’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen. You’re safe here. I won’t let anyone take you from me ever again, Lucy. You belong here with me.”
Lucy smiled softly, letting more of her weight lean against Wyatt. She could take care of herself, she knew that Wyatt was well aware of that. But he still always fought to protect her in a way no one ever has before. Her own mother didn’t even try to keep her safe like this. She wasn’t her family. Not anymore.
But Wyatt… he was her family. She felt that spark between them the first moment they met. Even when he was annoying her, she didn’t really mind. She just played along to make him happy, because that’s what family does. Family keeps you safe and happy. They do not try to groom and brainwash you into joining an evil cult. Lucy shivered at the memory.
She felt happy here. She really felt happy. She had Wyatt. And she had the rest of their little family too: Rufus, Jiya, Mason, Christopher. All of them, all her family. Her real family. Blood didn’t matter. They had all found each other when they needed it most and they formed their family. By choice. Choosing her family was something Lucy had never even thought of before, but when she suddenly got thrown into this mix, this… mess, she’d realized it was everything she was searching for. She had a place she belonged. Two places really: with her new family and in Wyatt’s arms.