Chapter Eight
A/N: Sorry i haven't posted in a while. Couldn't think of anything. Writers block.
A/N 2: Okay, so i'm gonna be making Lucy have a mental breakdown similar to what Ian had on the show.
Onto the story...
Lucy was freaking out, she knew that, she was so confused, she couldn't remember what happened, she was sat on the couch, Peter watching her with a slight frown on his face as she was mumbling away to herself. She couldn't even understand herself with what she was saying.
Peter sat next to her grabbing her hands. "Luce? Lucy!"
Lucy jumped slightly looking up at him, pulling her hands away as her hands moved along her skin, like she had creepy crawlies, crawling all over her. Her nails itching at her skin, as she kept mumbling away. "No. No. I didn't do it. It wasn't me."
Peter grabbed her hands away from herself, confused with the way she was acting "Lucy! Calm down! What the hell is wrong with you?"
Lucy frowned the sound of her twins voice floating through the air. "Peter.."
Peter nodded, still confused at the lost look in her eyes. "Yeah.. that's me, your twin."
Lucy nodded. "Yeah, your my brother. You'll always be here for me right?"
Peter sighed nodding. "Of course, but this time you went to far, Luce. You could have killed Lauren. It's attempted murder, Luce.."
Lucy looked at him. "I didn't. I didn't do anything. I didn't. I didn't."
Peter shook his head. "Lucy.. you need help. And i don't know why, but you need mental help, Luce."
Peter looked up as he heard a knock. "Luce, calm down. It'll be the police to speak to you.." He sighed softly before heading to the door, opening it seeing the policemen he spoke to earlier. "She's in there, but she's not right.. I'm not sure why."
The policemen headed inside taking a seat. "Miss Beale?"
Lucy looked up confused. "I.. I don't know you."
They looked at her "We're here to ask you a few questions about Lauren Branning. About an incident that happened earlier in the Queen Victoria toilets." They frowned lightly.
Lucy frowned shaking her head. "No. No. I never did anything. I never. I never."
They looked at each other. "Miss Beale, can you talk normally, or we will have to take you down to the station."
Lucy looked to the floor her hands going back to her arms, scratching at her skin. "I didn't do anything. I didn't. i didn't."
They stood up helping her up "We're going to take you to the station, Ma'am."
She shook her head trying to get away "No. No. No! I can't. I can't."
They took hold of her hands looking at her. "Lucy, why can't you?"
Lucy looked at them. "No. No. No."
They sighed slightly before leading her to the car helping her into the back, Peter watching with a sigh, as they climbed into the police car driving off. He sighed seeing them drive off with his sister. He knew she was lost. And wasn't sure what to do about it.
Joey had arrived home with Lauren, they decided to stay in until all this blows over, he had gotten a few movies from the store, making some popcorn and some drinks placing the drinks on the table in front of them, he handed the bowl to Lauren as he placed the DVD in.
Lauren looked at him. "What is it?"
He smiled lightly kissing her. "One of your favorites. The Notebook."
She looked at him with a grin kissing him deeply before eating the popcorn as the film started, the both of them snuggling into each other, his arms wrapped around her, stealing pieces of popcorn every now and then.
A few hours passed by the movie ended, Lauren asleep in his arms, he smiled before hearing a knock, he softly pulled out of her arms before heading to the door seeing Peter there with a worried look on his face. "What's wrong?"
Peter sighed. "I.. i don't know. I know you don't care about Lucy, but she's my sister, and i'm really worried about her. She's acting crazy, like she's seriously lost it. I don't know, like she's having a breakdown or something.."
Joey frowned "How do you mean?"
Peter looked at him. "I.. I don't know, she was just mumbling, i couldn't understand her. She was scratching at her skin, she couldn't even speak to the policemen.. They've took her to the station.. She's losing her mind."
Joey sighed softly. "Look, mate. I don't really care what happens to her, they can lock her up for all i care. She'll be fine, it's Lucy ain't it."
Peter nodded slightly. "Yeah.. Sorry for bothering you this late." he walked off sighing.
Joey watched him leave, frowning slightly, before shutting the door, locking up. Lucy wasn't his problem, all he cared about was Lauren.
He headed to the living room, slowly picking her up in his arms, carrying her upstairs, he laid her on the bed, slowly stripping her down, putting one of his t-shirts on her leaving her panties on underneath. He smiled kissing her forehead before stripping down to his boxers climbing into bed with her, smiling as she cuddled into him, he reached over switching the lamp off, before drifting off to sleep, in the content of his girl in his arms.
A/N: Sorry i don't really know much about mental health, so this is all me. So all will be a fail.. Sorry there wasn't much Jauren, next chapter :)
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