![]() Ms Crowhand leaned forward, "Oh my goodness, are you serious?! I go there with my girl friends like every weekend! Why haven't I seen you there before?"Ī half smile found itself on my lips as I silently thanked my boss for not scheduling me on Sundays. I don't think I've ever seen a middle aged woman so excited. "I work at Spirit Coffee Café down on 12th Way." I shifted on my butt, a bit uncomfortable. Crowhand perked up, "Oh really? Where do you work?" But nowadays? I didn't think watching people would've been a good answer. That experience was soured, and I buried that memory a long time ago. drawing?" When I was younger, drawing my kept my mind off of things. "I dunno," I started, "I'm usually busy working. Any hobbies," she looked at my hands, "besides the gym?" Crowhand laughed, "Yes, I suppose you are." She coughed, relaxing. I tried to make light of the situation, "I geuss I'm special then?" I wanted to melt. "If I'm honest, I don't really know what to say, this situation is new to me." "I'm sorry," I gathered myself, "I just never imagined a parent describing me as simply 'nice' while dating their child." Crowhand's confusion made it worse as she asked, "What's so funny?" I wasn't successful, as I threw my head back and giggled. Everyone looked at me as I held back a laugh. She was embarrassed.įor some reason, I snorted. The woman smiled, trying her best to look collected, "I'm glad to actually meet you, Ygrette. Not good indeed.Ĭlearly, a fight happened before I arrived. Eifra got taken home, and I got to see what juvenile detention was like in Bilgewater for the first time. That night, Eifra and I slept in Butcher Park, and continued to do so until the police found her a week later. Merrem was behind her, eyes wide and scared. I only caught a glimpse before Eifra dragged me away, cursing at her mother, whose eyeliner streaked down her face. The day I met Eifra's mother was just as Merrem's said. "Not good." Merrem's voice was shaky, her eyes looked to Eifra as she spoke. I wanted to make a better impression with you, since last time was-." Crowhand continued, grabbing a dumpling from her plate. This is the last place I wanted to be right now. self." The words slipped from my tongue as I made eye contact with Eifra. I half-shrugged and forced a smirk, "I figured I should do some. "Y'know," she said, "As little as Eifra talks about you, I didn't think you'd be the type to work out." Eifra's eyes darted to me. I closed my punk jacket over my gym gear, but if I could I would've just disappeared. She watched me expectantly, I could feel her judging my every detail. Selena Crowhand sat in between Arlen and Merrem, her legs crossed and her plate empty. Beside me, Merrem stared at her food, either waiting or just lost in her own world. Little Alden- no, Arlen- sat across from me, happily eating his potatoes and dumplings. if flattery was his goal, the kid failed. ![]() Ondrja didn't want to be rude, based on how she fidgetted with her finger and looked at her plate whenever we made eye contact. Beside her, her twin siblings Ondrjan and Ondrja flicked there eyes between eachother and me. I sat on the carpet floor beside Eifra, who picked at her chicken dumplings like they were made of insects. Then again, what was happening around me was weird, too. Anything but to get my mind away from earlier today. I blinked, the plate of mashed potatoes on my lap hot. I knew I made him nervous, and it was probably involuntary, but my logical thinking halted when he insulted my father.īlanc woke up to me assaulting her boyfriend for the third time that week. It was the audacity he had to keep smiling. It wasn't the fact that he said, "No," that ticked me off. "I'm going to give you one chance," I closed the door and took off my sneakers, "to reevaluate what you're trying to say to me, Vladimir." When he said nothing, I walked in front of where he was sitting. "Just saying, carrying your stupid dad around like that is kinda weird." I sighed and turned towards him, and his smile wavered. I felt his bloodshot red eyes on my profile, and heard him lick those imperfect teeth I've punched so many times before. I gripped the woven straps tightly and did my best not to avert my gaze from the sunrise. "You've been carrying that punching bag everywhere lately," his pale skin glistened as sunlight breeched the window shades, "life not treating you up to par, kid?" As I walked through the apartment, I avoided looking at my sister and the stain in my living room.Įven so, Vlad's smirk caught me as I readied myself to leave. Something told me this was going to be a weird day. I finished changing then grabbed the bag, careful not to tear the seams even though I knew that wasn't likely. ![]() I stood and pulled my gym shirt over my face. It was barely larger than my head, limp against the wall. The punching bag stared back at me as I sat on my air mattress, it's leather material worn but strong.
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