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How long had it been? Weeks? A month now since she'd been back in Seattle? Hell, Lily wasn't even sure how long they were all lost in those woods. Panicking and scared for their lives. The not knowing if they'd ever be saved clawing into fragile skin like a wolf digging into it's vulnerable prey. Time had been lost. Stolen. Taken from her and everyone else in The Organization. Now, she had it back. But, still.. it didn't seem like her own. Plagued by the trauma of being stuck. Afraid. Here it was again. Memories she couldn't run from. A time she wanted to escape still lingering, refusing to release it's hold.
Cold sweats now accompanied the opening of her eyes each morning. It wasn't the nightmares of running in an everlasting thicket of trees. Trees that took the shape of everything in her past she only wanted to forget. It was just the thought of waking up. Terrifying her each morning as she pleaded with squinty eyes. Hoping that once fully widened, she wouldn't be laying in the damp grass once more. She liked to believe that she wasn't afraid or victimized by being placed in the woods. But simply from the betrayal.
Surpised? She shouldn't be. After everything she'd been through, placing her trust in a male who was clearly just another dark soul shouldn't have been an issue. But of course, she found herself repeating old patterns. Letting people in who shouldn't even be near her. It's what she'd done with Thatcher. Lily had planted herself so closely to Phoebe, a mother figure for her after surviving so many years without one. She'd poured her undying loyalty into the woman, and that made her feel like she had to do the same with Thatcher. To give him the benefit of the doubt, no matter all the signs and fellow members encouraging her not to.
Now here she was, questioning everything. The Leaders. Herself. She knew shouldn't be. But how could she not? Sophia had made many promises before and since the incident. Promises of the family Lily desperately held onto. It was something she needed. Something she never had, and Thatcher had almost ripped that from her, and everyone else in an instant. Just like he took everything from Phoebe. A life full of lies thrown at the one person Lily still trusted the most. If anything, this would bring her closer to Phoebe. To know that someone as strong as the woman she looked up to had been fooled, manipulated by someone they trusted. Loved, even. It only showed the girl that they had more in common than she previously thought. The only emotions she was feeling at this point was betrayal. Anger and betrayal.