#stupid bitch and her gift | ( eveline )

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@shrillringing

“Come on, Zoe. Hey-- hey, come on Zoe! Shhh, shh. It’s gonna’ be alright, keep thinkin’ it and quit your whinin’. Your little boyfrien’ ain’t just gonna leave you all alone now is he?”

Taunting, taunting, taunting. Lucas was always taunting someone, wasn’t he? Even before that little bitch came; one could have caught Lucas taunting with his mind because he was smarter, had kept trying to keep things normal, keeping himself from breaking like a straining cord, didn’t matter much now. Could taunt as much as he wanted; an itch in his voice, high pitched and pulled from the throat, laced sweetly with childish taunt.

She didn’t know shit! Too fucking stupid to realize that everything was better, that some people didn’t want to give back-- didn’t want to reverse the clock and make everything ‘normal’ again. Everything would have been great if Eveline wasn’t forcing a parade of a fucked family were there wasn’t one. No, no, no. Nothing like Ma’ and Pa’-- didn’t think this ‘gift’ was great the same way they did.

The mind was too clear, they scrapped the mold off his brain with deft fingers and small vials, put a nice, new shiny coat of free will on it, too. Just a little spying to be nice and shiny, like his trophies in that fucking room. Should have locked the girl in the attic, make her another Oliver: fucking bully.

“Ooh’wee. Zoe. You think your little boyfrien’ could help me get a girlfrien’. Need one real bad, Zoe, maybe you wouldn’be such a stupid cunt if I had one. Ye-ye-yeah?” Lucas brought a hand up, finger scratching at the ridge of his cheekbone and spreading a thinning trail of blood along it, his fingernail was missing. Pulled it off again to show, wouldn’t yet grow back. 

“Another girl in the house, one that ain’t--” Can’t call her a bitch aloud, instead he chooses to get real close to Zoe’s face, looking like some fucked cryptid in the way he swayed. A real gentle but strange sway, fingers trailing up to pull down the flesh of his eye. Blue eye bugged wide, lips tugged back into a grin and showed those rotten teeth and a tongue too pale.

“You think he’s gonna make it without your little phone calls?” Lucas slapped his hands on his knees, fingers digging into the sides.

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Yags.