The Tent is on Fire

KILLER QUEEN | M.J. (via fairytalesques)

Moxee listened to him as she sighed, “But that’s so boring.  Why would we talk about my feeling and shit.  I was abused and held captive for 6 years.  I like to set fire to things.  That’s it.”  She didn’t really see how therapy would help her since just talking about it would trigger her flashbacks and wouldn’t change what happened to her.

Sorin just have her a small nod and a squeeze, letting Moxee know that she was there for her if she needed her to be. Moxee meant a lot to the young girl, since she now saw the older female as a mother. 

Once she heard of what happened, Sorin reached over and gave her new friend a hug, squeezing her shoulders lightly. She didn’t know what it was like to lose such people, but she could only imagine how hard it would be for a mother to lose her children. Then again, what did she know? Hers left her out of choice. 

"Yeah.  It’s nice to finally see you paying attention,” she said with a big smile.  Moxee knew that this guy didn’t like her but not many people did.  So he would just have to join the line of people who wanted to punch her.  “So, what the Hell are we supposed to do in sessions anyway?  My old doctor didn’t do much,” she asked.  Sid was great but they hadn’t talked about her therapy at all.

Sorin paused for a little while as she read over the text, “Ce sa întâmplat cu ei?” She couldn’t tell if Moxee meant that they simply weren’t around or maybe that something horrible had happened to hem. Either way, Sorin wanted to be around for her friend should something like that have happened. 

Moxee bit her lip as she thought if she should tell Sorin what happened to them.  ‘Um, Ei au trecut mai departe,’ she admitted with a sigh as she showed her the text.  It was difficult to tell anyone about her children.  The saddest thing was her children died by her hands because she was forced to.  But the mother stayed strong as she wrote more, ‘Ele sunt într- un loc mai bun acum.’  At least she hoped so since she was an Atheist.

“Ea este drăguță.” Sorin smiled back, happy that Moxee went of the topic of her burns. She didn’t want to worry Moxee more than she probably already was. When Sorin heard the daughter’s age, though, she was a bit surprised at how young Moxee was when she had her. Then again, Sorin’s mother was only 18 when she had her, so she supposed it wasn’t too odd. 

“Sunt bine , nu vă faceți griji!” Sorin grinned at the other girl, tugging her shirt over the bandages, “Să nu vorbim despre asta. E dezgustător.” She shook her head and made a slight face of disgust at it, “Spune-mi despre fiica ta în loc!” Sorin propped her hands behind her head, glancing up at Moxee.”

Moxee frowned knowing it was something to worry about.  That someone out there hurt Sorin and deserved to be hurt back.  But she didn’t want to pester Sorin right now.  Laughing lightly she wrote on her phone, ‘Numele fiicei mele este Marvel.  Ea este de trei ani.  Are părul blond buclat.  O iubesc foarte mult.’  The mother smiled as she thought about her daughter.  It was difficult to explain someone you love but have only met once.

“Am arsuri mari. Despre sapte..? Cred că erau trei grade.” Sorin would’t tell Moxee how she got the burns. It wasn’t, well, she had always been told it wasn’t right to tell others who hurt you, and so she saw no point in it. Clearly, she was wrong and she should be letting others know what happened, but it simply wasn’t what she was told. Of course, this was her stepmother’s doing. 

Sorin nodded and smiled as Moxee spoke to her, green eyes squinting once Moxee poked her nose. Her hands went up to cover her face, though it left her mouth exposed so that she could stick her tongue out at the older girl. “Sunteti, probabil, o mamă uimitoare.” She then stretched her arms out far above her head, a tiny groan escaping her lips, her shirt riding up on her stomach. Though, it’s not like it showed skin considering the layer of gauze she had on

Allowing her eyes to close as Moxee pet her hair, Sorin merely let our a little puff of air to show her irritation at the topic. “Vreau să te iubesc doar și nu vă faceți griji despre restul.” Stretching out her arms, Sorin let out  a tiny yawn before uncovering her face and looking up at her, a smile on her face. Moxee was so sweet to her, and she didn’t understand why– The only other female she had ever met really hated her, so, Moxee was different, but it was a very good different.