The lost sheep

“Then why talk to me about it if you’re not even going to value, or even listen to my opinion. You just want someone to talk at, not to.” The younger woman just sighed at the other, her eyes rolling slightly. “I think everything you just said is a complete lie.” She shifted as close as she could into the couch cushions, feeling trapped in her own space with the woman pressed against her. “That’s really great mom.” She spoke, her tone uninterested.

“It’s really unrealistic to expect people to hold their lives for you. You were young and she loved you both, it’s not her fault that she ended up with him. I don’t really want to get into this, you clearly have a set opinion on all of it.” Eden sighed softly. “I mean you’re not and deep down you must know that. But like I said I don’t want to get any further into this. I’m not your therapist, mom.” Eden could do nothing but let the woman lean against her, her hands crossing tightly over her chest as she turned her body away slightly. “I like actual dinner food. There’s a great Thai food place down the street, we can just get something from there.”

“He moved in on her? What did you expect her to do, wait around for you until you came back? She wasn’t just going to put her life on hold, and they clearly liked each other. It happens, you need to move on from something that happened like twenty years ago.” Eden shook her head at the blonde. “That’s how you think of yourself in her eyes, I highly doubt she sees you as second best. You’ve clearly got some demons about this, perhaps it’d be good to talk to someone about it…” Eden scooted away again, though shock lit her face when she realised she’d edged herself into the corner of the couch with nowhere to go. “I’m not going to eat cereal for my dinner, I’m not a child.”

“Didn’t she fall in love with him first?? And she met you and fell in love with you too? She doesn’t just love you now he’s gone, I don’t think she ever stopped loving you. She just met him first and they got together, you need to accept that. Either let it go or break up completely.” Eden replied with a cool tone, scooting away again as the blonde once again drew closer to her. “Cereal isn’t cooking, it requires no effort what so ever.”

“We all knew each other around the same time, fuck we all even kind of dated each other at the same time.” she chided, getting frustrated. “It wasn’t even official, we were all just kids and because my mom sent me away to school, he just moved in on her” she huffed, shaking her head. “It’s hard to accept when you know you’re second best” she added, only closing the space and scooting back to the girl “You have to at least get the correct milk ratio?” she offered.

Eden pressed her fingers deeper into her temples, her head dropping slightly. “Oh mom…” she swept honey locks from her face. “Why on earth would you say something so awful?! You know how much she loved him, you were just intentionally trying to hurt her with that.” Eden immediately scooted away when the blonde sat close to her, her eyes widening slightly. “Personal space mom, come on. And do you even know how to cook?”

“But I know what you’re like. What did you say to upset her anyway?” Eden sighed, her fingers rubbing against her temples as she went to sit down. “I mean I doubt it if you were in the hospital but whatever you say…”She places her glasses down on the coffee table, eyes lifting to the blonde. “I think you and I have different definitions of the word fun. Anyway, I don’t have time to just mess around with you. I have important shoots lined up over the next week that I have to focus on.”

“Yes it is. It’s you in every situation, mom.” She walked back over to the blonde, lips pursing. “I think that it’s entirely important. You were clearly there for a reason, and now you’re here hiding. You know when people put you in hospital, you’re meant to stay there.” Her own eyes drifted around, catching many pictures of her with her sister and others with her friends. “I don’t have any pictures with you. We’d actually have to spend time together for that.”

“Well, that’s just unfair- You didn’t hear some of the stuff that she was saying to me” The blonde huffed, before shaking her head “Oh I’m perfectly fine, healthy as a horse” she lied “I think they were worried I’d hit my head” she added, lying easily.  “Well, I’m here now and we can spend all the time together that we wish to! Won’t that be fun?!”

“Because it’s always you, Mother.” Her eyes narrowed when she saw the state the blonde was in, lithe arms crossing over her chest. “Did you escape from the hospital?!” She reached out to take the cannula out of the woman’s hand, a sigh falling from her lips. “It’s not as if I have much choice in the matter, is it? It’s unlikely that you’ll take no for an answer.” She turned on her heel, leaving the door open as she moved through the large apartment to put the cannula in the bin. “God, why couldn’t it have been Max she went to…” she mumbled under her breath, her head ducking as she leaned against the marble counter.

“I resent that, it is not ALWAYS me” she snipped and then frowned heavily, she then looked at her clothes and the bed rail that was still hanging off the other end of her handcuff. “Maybe, that’s not quite important right now, darling” she hissed and stepped inside, looking around, the blondes bare feet padding slowly along the hardwood “I don’t see any pictures of me” she frowned, pulling out her nasal cannula and tossing it to the side. 

“Delia is upset? What did you do?” She spoke through the door, still not wanting to open it. “You didn’t miss me, you’re just coming here because you have nowhere else to go. If you missed me, you would’ve called over the past few months.” She fiddled with her hands for a moment, a nervous movement she’d done since childhood. She waited a few moments before finally opening the door, gentle brown eyes peaking out to look at the blonde. “So…are you going to stay here or something?”

“It’s nice to see you too” Amelia replied with a shrug, she had expect there to be backlash. She certainly wasn’t expecting there to be hugs, tea and a friendly catch up. The name calling was nothing compared to the things she had done to traitors in the past. “When is most things not about me? Why don’t you tell them that yourself?” She said, stepping back from the fire. “It might be daylight but i still have some fight in me”

The blonde hissed and snarled at Amelia, unable to help herself, her skin beginning to crack as heat began to seep through, the woman was beginning to change. “Please, you know that if I fully turn I’ll burn you to crisp” she growled, stepping closer as she spook, breathing more hot ashy breath in the others direction, her nails becoming more claw like as she flexed her fingers.

Running to the scene of a crime instead of running away from it was a strange feeling for Amelia. For decades she had been running from them, usually because she had caused them but this time, for the first time, she was running at it. She pushed through the rushing crowd, directing them away from the scene as she moved in closer. “You couldn’t let me live in peace for five minutes could you?” Amelia commented, moving closer only stopping when she was told. She could fight if need be and defend herself but in the daylight it wasn’t ideal. “Yeah and pigs can fly.”

she knew it. evangeline knew the risk she was taking. truly, by heart. how dangerous it had been to sneak out of the guarded livingston building to see the damage for herself. with the mere lack of supplies stashed in a fanny pack, she’d made it out without anyone noticing. she knew the blind spots of all the cameras in the building, the exact schedules of every single guard that was supposed to keep an eye on her, even renee she liked to think she fooled. it was plain and simple. because eva would never take a risk like this, it was a flaw in her code to go near the danger, she was no hero that could take on anyone. but oh, the thrill of it all when it got harder to breathe and she had to cover her nose and mouth with the collar of her shirt. the smoke irritated blue hues fast enough, but the results were astounding. how the shadow society had managed to destroy the bridge, it was almost a work of art. if it wouldn’t be a backlash upon the livingstons, that was. but details aside. shit. it was at the softest cough she made, a movement rumbled close to her and she stumbled a few minor steps back, though not entirely by the threat. ‘’no need, i’m unarmed,’’ she let go of her fanny pack and her shirt in order to raise her hands. it was then she noticed the blood and her need to help out kicked in. ‘’you’re hurt -’’ she noted whilst reaching for the handkerchief she stored in plain sight. ‘’i’m no threat, all i wanna do is help you out and i hate to be all smarty-pants, but it looks like i’m the only one here.. up to you, powerhouse.’’