Let's Start A Riot

On The Subject of Women

"Okay, kid. I'll pick you up in... let's go with two or three hours. If you need me to come early, I'll come get you."
"Okay Dad. See you."
Y/n's father smiled at them, then drove off. They were at Christophe's house for dinner because their father had a trial, and their father was close friends with Christophe's mother. Christophe and Y/n didn't know each other at all, but their parents had met in the grocery store when they were both ten, so they spent a lot of time together while their parents did adult things, like talk about politics or complain about their bosses. 

Or, whatever adults do.

"Oh, Y/n! Come in, come in!"
Christophe's mother smiled, her French accent drifting through the air. Y/n stepped into the house. It was warm, and the walls were all painted a peach color. There was something cooking in the kitchen that smelled really good. Mrs. DeLorne smiled. "Christophe is upstairs. He brought some of his friends over, have fun!"
She walked back into the kitchen, her shoes clicking on the tile once she got through the doorway. Y/n exhaled and climbed the stairs. They weren't friends with Christophe, so it was very likely they were going to sit awkwardly while he talked with his friends. 
Except as soon as they opened the door, they hit someone in the face. Someone they knew.
"Argh, watch it, you viscous puddle of urine in a broken, disgusting latrine!"

-

Estella Havisham.

She had moved from England to this pathetic, maggot ridden deer corpse of a town. She lived with Gregory and his father, since Gregory's father knew Miss Havisham. Ever since she had moved, she'd been putting up with Gregory's ridiculous and misogynistic ideals about everything. No amount of beatings (physical and verbal) would get him to stop spouting all of that nonsense. Needless to say, she was almost always wound up, and lashed out much more often than she did as a young girl.
At first, she had detested Y/n because she didn't know if they were a girl or a boy. If Y/n was a girl, Estella knew she could trust them. If Y/n was a boy, though, Estella would have to hate them. There was no say in it, men could not be trusted or loved.

Then Estella was introduced to the concept of 'non-binary'. It made her angry for a few days, and she wasn't able to figure it out. Finally, Cosette did her best to explain, and Estella understood. Estella found herself less interested in Cosette, and much more interested in the new plaything that had come around. She started treating Cosette worse and worse, constantly hitting her and degrading her. Cosette was quiet, and took it.  Estella knew the abuse was wrong, but didn't stop. She also didn't stop chasing after Y/n. She cut a lock of their hair out, and blamed that infected carbuncle Pete for the missing hair. Y/n got mad at Pete, and Estella kept the hair in a picture frame. 

She wanted more though. 

She wanted their voice.

She wanted their skin.

She wanted all of them.

Forever.

Forever.

Forever.

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-

Estella held her now copiously bleeding nose, clearly angry. Her look softened slightly. Cosette looked worried, and just about ready to stand up from the ground where she was sitting. 
Cosette was a pretty girl, though she looked very, very young. She had long, relatively messy brown hair, brown eyes, olive skin, and was short and skinny due to malnutrition as a young girl. She was wearing a long, navy blue skirt that went down to her knees and reached up to her stomach, a white long-sleeved blouse, black leggings, and tall, tightly laced black boots. Estella glanced at Cosette and internally cringed. She had chosen this girl? This absolute filth? God, Estella felt disappointed in her own standards. 

Cosette noticed Estella's disgusted look and averted her gaze. Y/n felt awkward. "Uh... Hey, Christophe."
"Bonjour."
Gregory looked miffed, then smacked the back of Christophe's head. "Ow! Hey, what the fuck!"
Pip burst out laughing, and Cosette giggled quietly. Damien was sitting slumped against the wall, asleep. Likely got disconnected from the conversation. Gregory made some snide comment, resting his chin on him hand. 
All the foreigners were sitting around Christophe's room. Gregory and Christophe were on Christophe's bed, Pip was sitting by the window, and Cosette was sitting in the corner. Estella was standing, still holding her nose.  The small moment of chatter quickly died, and it got really uncomfortable in a hurry. 

"Children! Dinner!"
Mrs. DeLorne shouted up the stairs, and Christophe scoffed. "Fucking bitch," he murmured. Y/n was confused, since she had only called the group down. 
Dinner was uncomfortable. Mrs. DeLorne was cleaning the kitchen, since she wasn't hungry from tasting the food. Y/n was sitting next to Cosette, and felt all eyes on them (excluding Cosette's). Pip, Estella, Gregory, Christophe, and Damien were all staring. It felt uncomfortably intimate. 
Y/n finished their food and left the room, bringing their dishes to the kitchen. "I think I'm gonna head home early."
"Oh, alright. Be safe."

-

"It's your fault they left!"
"It is not, shut up, you rotting corpse of a sewer rat!"
"You were the one staring at them like they were a piece of meat!"
"I believe that was you, you whore!"
Damien rolled his eyes. "How long do you think they're going to go at it?" he asked Pip. "Mm, my guess is thirty minutes."
Cosette sighed. "I'm going to leave."
"Alright, see you, Cosette."
She stood up and left the house. Estella flushed even darker. "Argh! You do nothing but drive women away!"
"More like you drive them away!"
Gregory prodded Estella's chest with his finger, causing her to yell and slap him across the face. "Don't touch me, you vermin!"
Estella grumbled and grabbed her things before swiftly leaving the house.