𝟢𝟢𝟧. 𝖣𝗂𝗀 𝖣𝗎𝗀

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𝟢𝟢𝟧. 𝖣𝗂𝗀 𝖣𝗎𝗀

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An eighteen wheeler truck drove down the empty road, the break's squealing as it came to a stop. "All right. I think this is it. Five-one-five larrabee right?" The driver said to the two girls. "Yes. Five-fifteen" El replied causing the driver to laugh. 

"All right, 'Five-fifteen.' Sure." Y/N quickly opened the passenger side door. Helping her sister out of the truck and thanking the man. 

"Hey! You two apologize to your mama, Yeah? Huh? Must be scared half to death. How long as it been?"

He asked not knowing the full on truth. "Long time" The H/C girl informed hopping out of the truck and closing the door behind her.

The siblings watched as the man drove off leaving them in the gravel driveway up to their mother's supposed house. "Come on" Grabbing her hand and walking up to the house. 

The opposite side of the mailbox having the last name 'IVES' imprinted on it. 

Their breathing became a little heavy as they approached the front door. Letting out a sigh Y/N Knocks on the door. 

After a few seconds on for reply El hits her hand against the window. "Go away i'm not interested" A voice yelled from inside the house.

The determination to meet their mother and the annoyance of the door not being answered took over, both began to knock on the window. 

Becky quickly opened the door the golden chain lock keeping it mostly closed. "Look, I don't want your thin mints all right kids?"

"Thin mints?" They asked.

"Or your religious mumbo jumbo. Whatever you're selling I ain't buying, okay?" Slamming the door shut. 

Leaning her head down Eleven focuses her attention on the lock inside of the house. Becky snapped her head around hearing the squeak from the rust lock. 

The door creaked open fully revealing the two girls. El with blood dripping from her nose and Y/N with small blood droplets in the corners of her eyes. 

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