#managergirl

This has butch4butch lobbygirl and manager vibes to me

Bestie you can have this in spades.

The Manager wakes out of a dead sleep. She reaches for the knife she keeps by the bed. Straight blade, black handle. She unsheathes it one-handed.

Truth be told, it won’t do anything if She’s come back for them. But it makes the Manager feel better.

She listens, in the dark. The fridge hums. The fan whirs. The Girl breathes deep and slow.

Nothing moves. Nothing comes barrelling down the hallway to break down their door. Nothing whispers silently that She has been here the whole time.

It’s quiet. It’s calm.

The Girl kicks her again.

The Manager would laugh with relief if it wouldn’t wake the Girl. Instead, she puts the knife back. And then she takes the Girl into her arms.

The Girl half-wakes. Enough to wrap bony limbs around the Manager and cling to her. The Girl’s hands are always freezing and the Manager tolerates it. She buries her face in the Girl’s shoulder and lets herself be lulled back to sleep.