The Bones of The Rabbit

Chapter 42

Heisenberg, Mother Miranda, and Salvatore went home after the party, but Donna had passed out on Daniela's floor while watching some movies. So, she was taken to a guest room while she slept. At least you would've remembered that, but you had the most amazing cuddles last night and you were so comfy in her blankets and she was nice and cool with the warm blanket evening out your temperature for the both of you to your likings all while in her bed. You were finally sleeping in her bed again, being too high to remember what happened for the split moment. You were in comfy heaven and Alcina was the goddess of your comfy heaven. Then, you woke up because of the munchies, gently wiggling out of her arms as to not wake her, you went down to the storage room, looking for a snack. It was only while you were in there that something felt odd. You looked around, trying to figure out what was going on. It was only until Donna stepped in that she finally came into your view once again, making you jump. "Oh, hey Donna." You picked up a small bag of pretzels, getting ready to leave the room. It was only until she grabbed your hand that you looked back over. Part of you thought it was Lady Dimitrescu just by the way she grabbed your hand. Looking at Donna, you looked down at her hand then back up at her. You could tell Donna was exploring your expression, gently letting go once she saw you looked confused. She met your expression almost surprised, a just hurt the slightest. She finally let go. You continued to walk, finally looking forward after running into Lady Dimitrescu. You looked up, then looked at Donna.

You couldn't see Lady Dimitrescu's expression, but you could feel the irritation radiating off of her, her composure becoming harsh and dominating. "I think you should go now, Miss Beneviento." Lady Dimitrescu gave a soft hiss to her words, like ice off her tongue. When you both went back upstairs to Alcina's room that her demeanor became more relaxed. She laid back down with you, gently running her fingers through your hair. "I still feel high." She mumbled, giving a soft sight. "I shouldn't have hit the bong so hard." She gives a soft groan. "You went through a pound of weed." You gave a soft laugh, then noticed your shoulder had a light cut. Had it been from when you ran into her?

You pushed the thought away, eating the pretzel with her.

I'm sure Donna meant well.