Revenge Is Sweet

25 - Tacenda

✶𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚢✶

Something's wrong with my prisoner.

For one, she refuses to act like a prisoner anymore. And it seems something's happened to her mood.

I glance at her when she shuffles into the kitchen. "Here," I offer some waffles to her.

Sophia stares at the plate. She doesn't take it.

I frown. "Soph," I urge it closer.

Sophia walks around me and towards the fridge. I follow her movements, watching her toss the freezer door open. Her eyes narrow at the pretty much empty fridge.

"Where's the ice cream?" She asks, glancing at me.

"There isn't any." I shrug. "Ice cream's too cold." I wave her off. I'm not much of a fan of it.

Sophia scoffs at that. "Too cold?" She repeats. "Your fucking heart is too cold." She grumbles, shuffling around me and out of the room.

I blink and quickly turn to watch her. "Sophia, I made waffles." I point out, showing her the plate again.

She glances at me. "I wanted ice cream."

"It's eight in the morning."

Sophia doesn't answer. She sighs heavily and leaves my line of view. I can hear the creaking of the stairs just a moment later.

Ice cream?

Quietly, I sigh and move out of the room, poking my head around the doorway to look up towards the stairs. Sophia shuffles up them like a fucking zombie.

"I need to step out, Soph." I call out to her. "I'll be back soon."

She says something under her breath in response, uncaring. I shrug her off and head for the front door, slipping my shoes on before I go.

She might be angry with me for what I did last night. I pinned her down on the couch for no apparent reason what so ever.

I thought about it and for some reason, I still thought it was fine at the time. Now it just seems like an impulsive idea that I should've ignored.

And now I have to fix it.

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As a kid, friendships never really made that much sense to me. I was usually pretty content all on my own, so it didn't make sense to me to add an extra person to the daily schedule.

There was no point. Extra people, to me, meant extra feelings. Extra thoughts and stupid ideas. It just seemed like a lot of unnecessary work.

And little kid me was right. It is a lot of unnecessary work.

I frown at the different shelves behind the glass, wondering which one I should grab. I move to open one of the doors, but freeze and pull my hand away again.

I don't know what kind of ice cream she likes.

I give my head a little shake and move closer to open one of the freezer doors. I reach in and bite the bullet, grabbing vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry. I throw all three I into my handheld basket.

Just to be safe, I also grab a few other random flavors. On my way to checkout, I grab a big bag of ice too.

I get a mildly weird look from the guy who rings me up, but I don't bother explaining it to him. All I say is 'Thanks' when he gives me my receipt.