#* ava.

          IT WAS LATE AND AVA had planned on getting a good night sleep, but she woke up to hear voices and one of them coming from the girl she was now supposed to be watching over. Walking into the kitchen, she caught a glimpse of the girl’s friends and a few of her wine bottles on the counter. “You can leave now,” she said sternly, glaring at the group of her friends as they basically high-tailed it out of the house. “And you? Hand that over — I can’t wait until your father hears about this.”

       No, no, no, no, no. It was too soon --- he was coming home a couple of days early and the house was a mess. There was no reason for her to expain the bars on the window, because Vincent always believed that children weren’t useful anyway... he would probably just ask her why she didn’t do it sooner. No, if the house was any way untidy he’d notice. Not that he’d lift a finger to help, of course. “Fuck,” she muttered, walking into the house and slamming down her keys onto one of the end tables in the foyer. Stomping through the house, she went through every drawer and every cupboard. “James!” She shrieked out, hoping to god that the girl was around. She’d lost her wedding ring, and she was going to do anything to find it.      | @gothknight. 

Ava wasn’t sure what happened. There were words exchanged but she completely dissociated from the whole thing, focusing on the food she was eating until she felt like it was safe to leave the table. She didn’t want to care, and she kept telling herself to pretend it never happened but James stood up for her. No one had ever done that, not even her own children. They were all aware of the way the man worked, so they never tried. Her husband was down in the lounge, getting drunk like usual and talking on the phone so she snuck upstairs to the girl’s room and gently opened the door. “Are you alright?” She questioned, her voice gentle but she’d swear it was only because she didn’t want her husband hearing them. Though with past experience, Ava was completely aware that he would not hear a thing.     | @gothknight.

she wasn’t the nicest woman, nor was she the most ‘morally right’ one --- but she couldn’t help but notice the girl and enjoy her company, even if it was only through the windows and sometimes when she was getting home from work. thankfully, her husband worked long nights so when she came up with the plan... she made sure to do it in the early afternoon. she had knocked on her door, looking slightly disheveled and out of sorts. she was a good actress. “hello, i’ve seemed to lock myself out of my house. my husband won’t be home for a while --- would you mind if i came in? i’d rather not wait outside, it’s still quite chilly and i haven’t worn the proper attire.”