Little Lady
Capítulo treinta y ocho
-Leda's POV-
Vic was silent the whole drive home, he had his thinking face on so I knew it was no use trying to talk to him, he needed time to process everything going on in his head and have a proper think about it. I was willing to give him that time although I did want to talk to him. I put on the radio just for a bit of background noise, it was only on quietly but that was all it really needed to be on, he sighed a couple of times and rubbed his face.
"Vic..." I began but he shook his head, I thought he was going to break down but he lowered his head for a few seconds and then looked at me, a small smile on his face, he grabbed my hand and kissed it chastely.
"I'm okay." He reassured and I nodded, not really believing him but not pressing it further. "Do you want to stop anywhere for anything on the way? It'll be a while before we're home." He asked sweetly.
"No, I'm good," I smiled, "you're okay though, right?" I just had to double check, I just had to.
"Yes," he laughed a little "all I have to do is visit her with Mike and she'll believe its us and we'll have our mom back." He beamed. I liked seeing him happy, the ways his eyes lit up ever so slightly, it made me smile.
"Can I ask a question?" I asked, aware of the fact I'd just asked one. He nodded his head, yes and I thought about my question before saying it, I didn't want him to close up and not talk to me so I didn't know whether to ask or not.
"Um, what exactly is your mom in prison for?" My voice was quiet and I saw his smile fade slightly as he glanced around nervously like that was the last thing he wanted to be asked. I felt bad for asking, it wasn't really any of my business but I was curious and this was the perfect opportunity to ask. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." I told him but I secretly wished he would.
"I got bullied a lot...i-in school and stuff and Mike, h-he..."
The earth was shaking underneath me, I gasped and tried to get my bearings but everything was so damn mobile, I looked around panicked, everything rattling, everything stirring. What was happening?
My eyes snapped open, it was Mike shaking me that had forced my dream to turn strange. I raised an eyebrow at him and rubbed my eyes, allowing my head to realize that I was safe in the comfort of my own bed and to tell my heart the same thing so it could stop beating erratically.
"Vic, get up." Mike hissed trying not to wake dad, I knew there was no chance of that anyway he was probably in some deep drunken slumber that would last until tomorrow afternoon, mom had put him to bed a few hours ago, and then made me some cocoa. Dad never agreed with me having cocoa. I climbed out of bed robotically listening to my brothers orders, rubbing my eyes again.
"Vic, we have no time! Get up!" His desperate tone made me immediately stand up straight.
"What?" I asked in a hushed whispered.
"I've done something really bad, I didn't mean to, I was just mad and..." I cut him off abruptly confused by his rambling.
"Just spit it out, Mike." I hissed, he scratched the back of his head for a second and then sighed, walking over to the window, he stared out for the longest of time.
"I can't tell you. Come here." He said and I swore I heard his voice quiver. I obeyed and walked over to his side.
"What is go-" I gasped, in the not-so-distant distance there was a huge glow of reds and yellows, it engulfed a house in the middle of the street, thick black smoke that would make you blind and suffocate you rose high in the air, the house was slowly dying beneath the flames, but wait, I recognised that house. I looked at Mike my mouth hanging open.
"Y-you didn't..." I choked out hoping and praying he'd turn to me, put his hand on my shoulder and laugh his ass off at how I could possibly be gullible enough to believe he'd set the most popular kid in schools house on fire.
"Yeah," he said slowly, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and showing it to me, "I did."
"Mike!" I shouted but he threw his hand over my mouth.
"Man, shut up you'll wake dad!" He hissed and I nodded, eyes wide. He removed his hand and stared out the window again, I hoped he or anyone had called the fire brigade, if anyone died in that fire I'd never recover from the news of it.
"Get in bed, go back to sleep and pretend we never had this conversation." He ordered in a whisper, I nodded in submission but he had to be kidding right? How was I supposed to be able to sleep knowing that outside my window was someone's house up in flames?
I climbed into bed though, because that's what he'd asked me to do, he stayed at the window for a few seconds, maybe he was in deep thought, maybe he was feeling remorse, I didn't know.
"Mike..." I started and he didn't turn straight away but then he hung his head low, you wouldn't think he was fourteen, he looked so much younger stood there.
"What?" He asked glancing over his shoulder at me.
"What if the police find out?" I questioned, a little afraid but trying to hide it.
"I'm not scared of the police, Vic. I did it to protect my brother." I heard the quake in his voice though and I knew he was terrified.
"What happened after that?" I asked and his eyes kind of darkened. At first I didn't think he'd answer, his eyes wandered everywhere but at me like nerves were choking him and he couldn't bare to tell me
"My mom got the blame for it." He whispered and I bit down on my tongue, my eyes surely wide. "We should have denied it was her, I should have told them it was Mike, we should have, but we didn't, we agreed it was her and she got taken away." A tear slipped down his cheek and he made no attempt to wipe it away.
"Were the family okay?" I asked timidly, hoping and praying he nodded his head. He didn't.
"They lived," I sighed with relief, "but only just." I swallowed hard not really sure how to take in this new information.
-Vic's POV-
The meeting with my mom was stuck on repeat in my head, did she really almost believe me? What if I went back with Mike and she didn't believe me? What if she told me to leave and never come back. Something heavy sat on my chest and left a bad taste in my mouth, I hated it all, if only Mike would forgive me, then I could really find out if my mom believed me or not. I hoped she did.
I wanted to curl up in a ball and wake up when everything was okay again, so when Leda started asking questions about how my mom got in jail, I felt nauseous. The memories hit me fast and hard and I wanted to empty the content of my almost empty stomach onto the car floor.
The rest of the drive home was a blur, we didn't talk, we didn't play music to block out any awkward tension, we just sat and stared out of the windshield. I felt like the air in the car was too thick, I needed to get out, I needed air. I rolled down the window ever so slightly, the breeze was nice, it felt good on my hot face. I sighed hard, rubbing my exhausted eyes.
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We pulled up at home and it was dark, I sighed into the darkness, letting it take my breath away as I unbuckled my seat belt, unsure what to say or do to make things right again and that didn't sit right with me. I reached for the car door handle but was stopped in my tracks, a heavy wave of shock hit me in the face like a brick, I saw his car. Taylor's car, parked on the opposite side of the road from my house.
Oh god.
Vic was silent the whole drive home, he had his thinking face on so I knew it was no use trying to talk to him, he needed time to process everything going on in his head and have a proper think about it. I was willing to give him that time although I did want to talk to him. I put on the radio just for a bit of background noise, it was only on quietly but that was all it really needed to be on, he sighed a couple of times and rubbed his face.
"Vic..." I began but he shook his head, I thought he was going to break down but he lowered his head for a few seconds and then looked at me, a small smile on his face, he grabbed my hand and kissed it chastely.
"I'm okay." He reassured and I nodded, not really believing him but not pressing it further. "Do you want to stop anywhere for anything on the way? It'll be a while before we're home." He asked sweetly.
"No, I'm good," I smiled, "you're okay though, right?" I just had to double check, I just had to.
"Yes," he laughed a little "all I have to do is visit her with Mike and she'll believe its us and we'll have our mom back." He beamed. I liked seeing him happy, the ways his eyes lit up ever so slightly, it made me smile.
"Can I ask a question?" I asked, aware of the fact I'd just asked one. He nodded his head, yes and I thought about my question before saying it, I didn't want him to close up and not talk to me so I didn't know whether to ask or not.
"Um, what exactly is your mom in prison for?" My voice was quiet and I saw his smile fade slightly as he glanced around nervously like that was the last thing he wanted to be asked. I felt bad for asking, it wasn't really any of my business but I was curious and this was the perfect opportunity to ask. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." I told him but I secretly wished he would.
"I got bullied a lot...i-in school and stuff and Mike, h-he..."
The earth was shaking underneath me, I gasped and tried to get my bearings but everything was so damn mobile, I looked around panicked, everything rattling, everything stirring. What was happening?
My eyes snapped open, it was Mike shaking me that had forced my dream to turn strange. I raised an eyebrow at him and rubbed my eyes, allowing my head to realize that I was safe in the comfort of my own bed and to tell my heart the same thing so it could stop beating erratically.
"Vic, get up." Mike hissed trying not to wake dad, I knew there was no chance of that anyway he was probably in some deep drunken slumber that would last until tomorrow afternoon, mom had put him to bed a few hours ago, and then made me some cocoa. Dad never agreed with me having cocoa. I climbed out of bed robotically listening to my brothers orders, rubbing my eyes again.
"Vic, we have no time! Get up!" His desperate tone made me immediately stand up straight.
"What?" I asked in a hushed whispered.
"I've done something really bad, I didn't mean to, I was just mad and..." I cut him off abruptly confused by his rambling.
"Just spit it out, Mike." I hissed, he scratched the back of his head for a second and then sighed, walking over to the window, he stared out for the longest of time.
"I can't tell you. Come here." He said and I swore I heard his voice quiver. I obeyed and walked over to his side.
"What is go-" I gasped, in the not-so-distant distance there was a huge glow of reds and yellows, it engulfed a house in the middle of the street, thick black smoke that would make you blind and suffocate you rose high in the air, the house was slowly dying beneath the flames, but wait, I recognised that house. I looked at Mike my mouth hanging open.
"Y-you didn't..." I choked out hoping and praying he'd turn to me, put his hand on my shoulder and laugh his ass off at how I could possibly be gullible enough to believe he'd set the most popular kid in schools house on fire.
"Yeah," he said slowly, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and showing it to me, "I did."
"Mike!" I shouted but he threw his hand over my mouth.
"Man, shut up you'll wake dad!" He hissed and I nodded, eyes wide. He removed his hand and stared out the window again, I hoped he or anyone had called the fire brigade, if anyone died in that fire I'd never recover from the news of it.
"Get in bed, go back to sleep and pretend we never had this conversation." He ordered in a whisper, I nodded in submission but he had to be kidding right? How was I supposed to be able to sleep knowing that outside my window was someone's house up in flames?
I climbed into bed though, because that's what he'd asked me to do, he stayed at the window for a few seconds, maybe he was in deep thought, maybe he was feeling remorse, I didn't know.
"Mike..." I started and he didn't turn straight away but then he hung his head low, you wouldn't think he was fourteen, he looked so much younger stood there.
"What?" He asked glancing over his shoulder at me.
"What if the police find out?" I questioned, a little afraid but trying to hide it.
"I'm not scared of the police, Vic. I did it to protect my brother." I heard the quake in his voice though and I knew he was terrified.
"What happened after that?" I asked and his eyes kind of darkened. At first I didn't think he'd answer, his eyes wandered everywhere but at me like nerves were choking him and he couldn't bare to tell me
"My mom got the blame for it." He whispered and I bit down on my tongue, my eyes surely wide. "We should have denied it was her, I should have told them it was Mike, we should have, but we didn't, we agreed it was her and she got taken away." A tear slipped down his cheek and he made no attempt to wipe it away.
"Were the family okay?" I asked timidly, hoping and praying he nodded his head. He didn't.
"They lived," I sighed with relief, "but only just." I swallowed hard not really sure how to take in this new information.
-Vic's POV-
The meeting with my mom was stuck on repeat in my head, did she really almost believe me? What if I went back with Mike and she didn't believe me? What if she told me to leave and never come back. Something heavy sat on my chest and left a bad taste in my mouth, I hated it all, if only Mike would forgive me, then I could really find out if my mom believed me or not. I hoped she did.
I wanted to curl up in a ball and wake up when everything was okay again, so when Leda started asking questions about how my mom got in jail, I felt nauseous. The memories hit me fast and hard and I wanted to empty the content of my almost empty stomach onto the car floor.
The rest of the drive home was a blur, we didn't talk, we didn't play music to block out any awkward tension, we just sat and stared out of the windshield. I felt like the air in the car was too thick, I needed to get out, I needed air. I rolled down the window ever so slightly, the breeze was nice, it felt good on my hot face. I sighed hard, rubbing my exhausted eyes.
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We pulled up at home and it was dark, I sighed into the darkness, letting it take my breath away as I unbuckled my seat belt, unsure what to say or do to make things right again and that didn't sit right with me. I reached for the car door handle but was stopped in my tracks, a heavy wave of shock hit me in the face like a brick, I saw his car. Taylor's car, parked on the opposite side of the road from my house.
Oh god.
Notes
I didn't realize how short this was until I went to upload it. MY BAD GUYS.
THE END IS NIGH.
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SEQUEL !
1/17/14