"Crimson Peak" isn't mine, and this is merely a fanfiction, written only for the amusement of me and others. This is the sequel to "Leaving Crimson Peak", which is available on my profile.
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Lucille Sharpe was furious. Ten months. Ten whole months, of her life, locked in this box, taken away again, and her brother, her dear, lovable, vulnerable little brother Thomas, he was stuck all this time, needing her, in the clutches of that terrible Edith. Even mentally, she spit out the name.
She had to save him from her. She could not imagine anything worse than the thought of him inprisoned there, needing her; but she not coming to his rescue. Not being able to save him, just like she couldn't with mother that time she hit them both so hard...
Nothing but... the growing suspicion that it wasn't the truth. The only thing worse would be if Thomas did not want her to come to his rescue, if he was happy with that horrible upstart woman. No, that couldn't be. No, Thomas waited for her. Counted on her to save him, like she always had and always would do. He needed her. Needed her to protect him - he always had.
That was they way it was, always had been. Her eyes hardened. She would come save him. She would. She would never betray her little brother, never leave him alone. He was better off with her, that was it. Always had been. She would come for him. He wanted it, she was sure. She would.