She May be Evil

Chapter 16 Queen

I poke Seri's cheek.

I've got to do this slowly, and since she seems to be more verbally active, I'll do her first.

I poke her cheek again. "Wake up." I whisper.

She stirs in her sleep before slowly blinking her eyes open.

She sits up on the counter and looks around before her eyes land on mine.

She looks at me as if I'm a stranger and her face begins to contort like she's gonna cry.

"Seri it's me, Circe. I found you in the alley remember? I told you I was going to take you to a big castle.

She sniffles and her eyes light up in recognition. "Oh yea!"

Good, good.

"Here." I hand her some juice.

She takes a sip before she makes a 'bleh' sound and makes a sour face.

"It taste nasty." She hands the cup back to me.

"What?" It's just juice from the fridge. I lift the cup up to my lips and take a sip.

"Shit!" I spit it out.

Fuck. It's alcohol.

I throw the cups into the sink and grab new ones.

I yank open the fridge and pull out a different bottle.

I pull the top off and pour it into another cup.

I put down the bottle and lift up the cup to take a swig.

"Yea this one's fine. Here." I hand her the cup.

She takes the cup and takes a hesitant sip before she's gulping it down and some of it spills down her chin.

She finishes the cup and makes an 'ah' sound.

"Good." She says.

I grab the plate of food I made for them that consists of mash potato's, small pieces of chicken, and cold Mac and cheese.

"Here." I put the plate on her lap and she moves the baby hairs that weren't quite long enough to fit into the braid, out of her face.

I turn around to grab her a fork but she's already digging in with her dirty hands.

I shake my head amused. I'll just clean her up later.

I refill her cup up with juice and I fill Syrians new cup with the same.

I poke his cheek and he immediately shoots up.

Before he does the same as his sister, I speak.

"Syrian it's me Circe. I found you in the alleyway and told you I would bring you here.

He looks up at me and gives me a tiny nod.

"Here." I hand him the juice.

He slowly wraps his little hands around the cup and takes a couple little sips before he gulps it down.

I hand him a plate with the same food and I hand him a fork before he digs in with his hands.

"Thanks." He says faintly.

I nod.

I look over to see Seri devouring her food but wearing most of it.

Why are kids so fucking messy?

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After their done I grab their wrists and lead them up the stairs.

Seri's brother somehow gets just as messy as her.