Pain Is Power

31: Pigs

Natasha's pov

I laughed at Amelia as she screamed when I pig approached her. Mum had us stay for a few days, and it's been nice, it's taken Amelia three days to actually get this close to the pigs. "You fight bad guys for a living and you're scared of pigs," Yelena said amused sitting on the fence. Amelia wouldn't take her eyes off of the pig. I kept laughing at her and then it brushed against her. "No, get me out." She held my arm and Yelena was dying. "It's not funny to get it away from me." She climbed the fence and I held her as she swung her legs over and jumped down. She pouted standing in front of me. "I didn't like that." "They're just pigs." "They eat everything... They're creepy." 

I wrapped her in my arms still chuckling to myself. "Come on they're not that bad," Yelena said hopping over into the pen. She stroked one of them and then stood up straight looking at us. "See, they just don't like you." "I don't like them so I don't care." She said leaning against the fence. Then Yelena got knocked in the mud by the pig. "Oh my gosh!" She flicked the mud off her face and Amelia was laughing so hard this time. "See, evil." She says reaching over for Yelena's hand to help her stand. She wasn't bothered by the mud it was the pigs she didn't like because Yelena slathered her Arm in mud as she pulled herself up. 

"You want a hug." My sister asked me. "No, stay away from me." I push her away giggling at her. "Away gross. You're gross." I tell her as she tried to give me a hug. She won eventually and hugged me coating my once clean clothes in mud. 

Mum laughed at us. "You girls need to clean up before lunch." She had a sad look in her eyes and I tilted my head. "She's missed you," Amelia whispered. I loved her mind-reading abilities right now. "Missed being home," I tell her and she smiled wider. "Go clean up girls."

"Nat." Amelia held me back whilst Yelena and mum went inside. "Can we talk?" "Yeah." We walked over to the bench and sat down together a little distance from us. "I think that's poop." She says pointing to the mud smeared on my top. "Don't say that," I say pulling my top off of my body and holding it there inspecting it. "I'm kidding." "What did you want to talk about?" I say letting the fabric cling to my body again. 

"I don't want things to go back to the way they were when we go home." She wouldn't look at me. "I want my friend back." She whispers. "I'd like that," I say at the same volume she spoke like we were both too scared to say anything. These past few days here have been nice, Yelena and I have been getting along and really bonding again I've felt like a child as we run around the land just enjoying each other company. And then me and Mila we've not argued once I've not been scared to be near her or joke with her because they've been no one there to question it. All eyes are on us since I threw the lamp at her everyone's sat waiting to spring into action to pull us apart and we can't be us because there's eyes everywhere, judging, questioning and it's not the easiest space to mend a broken relationship. Not to mention we added our own complications when we began sleeping with each other to destress from a day's work. 

"Promise me we'll try." She asked. "I promise." Meaning to ignore the eyes on us, we deserved to give our friendship the chance to heal and being here has allowed us to start that process. "I'm going to head home today." I frowned. "I miss my dad and Morgs, Peter and Peppa." "I want you to stay." She frowned at me this time tilting her head slightly. She paused for a moment and I observed her observing me. "You don't have to be scared." She took my hand the mud was drying now and flaking off slightly on our laps. "I'm not scared." "Your thoughts tell me otherwise... Your dreams...But it's done. You can remove yourself from that place again, we never have to think about it again." I kept my eyes on our hands. She knows my mind better than I do. "You're safe. We're not kids stuck there anymore. It's over. Seriously it's really over not the bullshit type of over where it might happen again. Both locations are empty, Dreykov is dead, Melissa is captured. The guards, the widows they're free and safe. It's really over Natty." I nodded really hearing her words. It was over. Truly over she wasn't questioning it this time she believed it was over and she was the most hesitant person I have ever met but she believed it so I believed it.