She had been told she couldn't.
Everything she had once known, everything that had once made her comfortable, in the familiarity and homeliness of it all, was now out of bounds. The house they all lived in out in the wilderness, farm-like in its warmth. They were so loud out there, with their guns and their arguments. They never got violent with each other, though. Just very loud. Vicious rhetoric that they all sat down and hashed out later on. Because they were a family, and they had no neighbours, and they had to be honest with each other.
Father Stephen, who was a butcher. Mother Lucy, who wanted to be a fashion designer but who stayed behind in Harper Rock to do dry cleaning and alterations instead. Sometimes she regretted her choices but she loved her family, and she could never regret that.
Brother Pluto. Dearest ******* Pluto. Jupiter hated him, once. But that was just because he was young. She was allowed to be judgemental of his youthful ways, wasn't she? But if they bullied him at school, they had Jupiter to deal with. She really was quite fond of him, in the end. In the end, he was the only one she really talked to. Told everything to. A confidante. Even if he did sometimes tease her mercilessly. It was the honesty that she craved.
And now she wasn't supposed to see him ever again. Video chat? As if he was going to buy that. She was specifically told not do. Do not go and see them. They can't see you like you are.. But she couldn't. She couldn't do that to Pluto. At least, that's what she told herself. In the end, she realised, she couldn't do it to herself. She missed the ever living **** out of that little turd and she wanted to see him. Needed to see him.
In the end, she caved. A simple text, telling him to meet her at the playground where they used to go as children; the one near where their father worked, as they waited for him to finish for the day and take them home. She had no idea what she was going to say to Pluto. She had no idea. She just needed to see him. To assure him everything was alright. But to make sure he was alright, too. There was a vague notion of getting him to help her; help by telling her mother to stop calling, and her father not to call the cops like he threatened to do. They didn't listen to her. They didn't know why she wouldn't come home to visit, when she used to visit every second day.
As she sat on one of the swings in the semi-darkness, she chewed mercilessly at her nails, her eyes wide and fearful as she kept watch on the shadows around her. What would they do to her, if they found out she was fraternizing with her human brother? What would the punishment be? Hopefully, they just wouldn't have to find out.
Everything she had once known, everything that had once made her comfortable, in the familiarity and homeliness of it all, was now out of bounds. The house they all lived in out in the wilderness, farm-like in its warmth. They were so loud out there, with their guns and their arguments. They never got violent with each other, though. Just very loud. Vicious rhetoric that they all sat down and hashed out later on. Because they were a family, and they had no neighbours, and they had to be honest with each other.
Father Stephen, who was a butcher. Mother Lucy, who wanted to be a fashion designer but who stayed behind in Harper Rock to do dry cleaning and alterations instead. Sometimes she regretted her choices but she loved her family, and she could never regret that.
Brother Pluto. Dearest ******* Pluto. Jupiter hated him, once. But that was just because he was young. She was allowed to be judgemental of his youthful ways, wasn't she? But if they bullied him at school, they had Jupiter to deal with. She really was quite fond of him, in the end. In the end, he was the only one she really talked to. Told everything to. A confidante. Even if he did sometimes tease her mercilessly. It was the honesty that she craved.
And now she wasn't supposed to see him ever again. Video chat? As if he was going to buy that. She was specifically told not do. Do not go and see them. They can't see you like you are.. But she couldn't. She couldn't do that to Pluto. At least, that's what she told herself. In the end, she realised, she couldn't do it to herself. She missed the ever living **** out of that little turd and she wanted to see him. Needed to see him.
In the end, she caved. A simple text, telling him to meet her at the playground where they used to go as children; the one near where their father worked, as they waited for him to finish for the day and take them home. She had no idea what she was going to say to Pluto. She had no idea. She just needed to see him. To assure him everything was alright. But to make sure he was alright, too. There was a vague notion of getting him to help her; help by telling her mother to stop calling, and her father not to call the cops like he threatened to do. They didn't listen to her. They didn't know why she wouldn't come home to visit, when she used to visit every second day.
As she sat on one of the swings in the semi-darkness, she chewed mercilessly at her nails, her eyes wide and fearful as she kept watch on the shadows around her. What would they do to her, if they found out she was fraternizing with her human brother? What would the punishment be? Hopefully, they just wouldn't have to find out.