Authors Notes: Yay finally rolled out another one and fanfiction let me put it up this time. :D the end of this chapter makes it sound final. but its not the last chapter.
Safe in Your Arms
Chapter 9
Not going back
She clung to him tightly, not wanting to let go. Even when Percy had to use the bathroom she often sat outside the door. When he walked out she would be waiting with that cute pouty face and arms outstretched. Often at night he would have to stay inside her bedroom or she would have nightmares all night long. A few times she fell asleep in his arms and he just lay her down in her bed. She would wake up and search for him often finding him in the garden with his adoring son or with them both eating breakfast. She would run to his side and take his hand. Yet through it all. Over the last month they had lived together she hadn't said a word…not one.
When consulting a doctor about this problem in particular, the only thing the doctor said was she had locked away her words, to afraid that she will say something wrong, or perhaps she seen something traumatic and her mind locks onto those things whenever she tries to speak. So she sits there just holding his hand, and he would smile so brightly at her, although his heart was aching.
On several occasions he would wake up and she'd be laying on the couch in the library. The living staff keeping the fire going all through the night to make sure she was warm. He would pick her up and carry her to his bedroom and lay her there so she didn't feel lonely when she woke up. It was those mornings that she woke up crying. He wondered if it was like this while she was at the orphanage or perhaps it was something to do with where they were.
Once not to long ago George took her hand and hugged her tightly to him.
"Was it something I did?" He had asked only to get a slight head shake and she would go about with what she was doing previously. George would look up at his mother who shook her head and began to run a brush through Violets hair. The woman just loved to baby the little girl.
Marguerite however wondered if the child was just afraid that her parents would leave her all alone again, and Percy thought she was probably right.
The thought cemented itself one day when Violet woke up and Percy wasn't home. She went from room to room looking everywhere for him. By the time she stopped she was in tears and looking around the garden. Percy came home with a beautiful white horse for her…which she hardly looked at and wouldn't let Percy put her down for a few days. Even when in bed she would wake up and cling to him harder and cried softly.
Andrew came over not to long ago and she held his hand for a little while. Percy was in his bedroom putting on proper clothing. She seemed to be fine if these three men were around the house, but when someone else came over she wouldn't look at them, she would keep her eyes at the ground and act like they weren't there.
Tony walked in for a moment and she actually smiled for a second when he was joking about the new horse. But when he asked her if she liked it…she answered him…but no sound would come from her. She would look really baffled but then go back to frowning.
Hastings walked into the room as usual not registering that she was there until she took his hand and they both sat down. He pulled her close and tell her it was all over and he wasn't going to let anyone hurt her again. Yet…she felt she wasn't the one who needed protecting. She was after all from New York City and could handle herself. It was the thought of something happening to them. She was afraid something, or someone was going to take them from her. Then she would be alone all over again.
"Percy I don't know what to say. She's safe now and she knows it…I don't know whats going on with her." Hastings said looking down at Violet whose eyes were growing heavy but Hastings was just letting her lean on him. George walked over to his sister and touched her knee. Violet jumped and looked around then forward seeing her brother.
"Mama says its lunch time. Come eat?" He said. She nodded and took his hand as he offered it to her.
"Sir Hastings will you be eating with us too?" George asked and Hastings thought for a moment.
"You know I might stay the night just to see how well she is." He said and stood up stretched a bit and jumped when Percy tapped his stomach.
"The homeless life didn't do to well for either of us Timmy." He said and walked him into the dinning room.
The kids were seated on either side of the masters seat. The mother on the other side of the daughter.
"Oh Sir Hastings your going to eat too?" Marguerite asked and looked around at the maid who nodded and picked up the things she would need to serve him.
"Well I've came to give the kids a once over. Its been a month since the inncodent, I know Vi isn't doing to well in general, but I haven't seen what she looks like bodily. When I took care of her last she was nearly shot up…" He jumped when a grape hit his forehead. Apparently Marguerite didn't know this. Her hands fluttered up to her lips and she looked at Percy as if he sat on a group of hot coals.
"What…happened?" She asked. Violet patted her mothers hand and moved her hair out of the way. Marguerite gasped seeing the gross scar in her hair line and even the little holes where the stitches used to be.
"Oh Lord what happened?" She asked and looked around at Percy. He stood up and displayed the scar on his side.
"We were caught in what is called a drive by shooting." He said and took Violets hand. She looked around at him and smiled. His heart did a back flip and he looked at George.
"I expect you to show love to your daughters when you have them." He told his son who giggled. A week ago he met the woman he was betrothed to.
"If at all possible a little more then your Papa is." Marguerite said. George stood up and put his hand over his heart and bowed to his mother. A promise for her. Percy cleared his throat as there meal was brought out to them. George sat back down and smiled at his sister.
"Violet have you thought of any names for your horse yet?" Of course it was idle chit chat between them. Even though Violet probably wasn't going to answer he tended to ask questions anyways and Violet went out of her way to make sure she answered him. Except when she was half asleep on her fathers lap.
Yet today she nodded and looked at her mother who nodded. She apparently told her mother already. She pulled a rose out of the small vase in front of her and smiled.
"Rose?" He asked and Violet nodded. George laughed and looked at his father who looked rather iffy about the laughter. Violet looked like she was in trouble.
"Then your both flowers. Absolutely gorgeous flowers." He said. Violet went from looking like she was in trouble to being shy. She put her face in her fathers hand. She looked up at her brother with a small smile.
"Theres my sister." He said smiling brightly at her.
