Lockwood and Co.: Secrets

Prologue

I've decided to write this quick story about Lockwood and Co. I love those books. I suggest everyone reads them. They are absolutely amazing. They are my absolute favorite books after the Bible of course. Some spoilers for the second book. First person: Lucy Carlyle.

I don't own Lockwood and Co. books.

I stared at the girl in shock. She was pretty. Prettier than me. She looked a little like Lockwood. I couldn't form a single thought for like five minutes, and I wasn't the only one. George looked completely dumbfounded.

"I thought this room just held old, dusty artifacts like the rest of the house," George finally said. Lockwood shook his head.

"Nope, it holds my sister," Lockwood said. We all eventually leave to the kitchen. Lockwood is the last one up there. He comes down. George and I had been discussing something.

"What are you guys planning?" asked Lockwood.

"What makes you think that we are planning something?" I asked.

"Because you two are talking to each other without arguing," Lockwood said. I roll my eyes even though I know he's telling the truth.

"Well we aren't planning anything," George said.

"Oh really?" Lockwood said, and he raised an eyebrow," Then would you like to tell me what you two were discussing?"

"Certainly," I said," We decided since you told us your secret, or one of them, we will tell you one of ours."

"What could you two possibly have as a secret?" Lockwood asked incrediously," George, you lived a boring life until now. Lucy, you already told me about what happened in your past. Both of us."

"Not all of it," I murmured sadly. Lockwood stared at me concernedly. It warmed me up. Strange.

"Lucy, whatever happened. I don't need to know," Lockwood said.

"Yeah, same here," George said, but he wasn't being rude. He was concerned for me too.

"Yeah, you do," I said," because my father's body was stolen and we don't know what happened to it."

"Okay?" Lockwood asked.

"My father abused me. And if his spirit gets out, he will come after me because he almost got caught because of me," I said, scared. I didn't want my father coming back.

"How bad?" George asked, not being rude. He just wanted to know how much it would affect me.

"Not very," I said.

"I killed my cat," George said," It was an accident. Kind of. I threw him in a pool to see if he could swim, and he drowned." We nodded.

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