Blue bird

Who's Paul

When you woke up the next morning to the mess you'd made of the room, you were hesitant to get up. But one of your daily chores was to help with every meal since you were only 2 years younger then Alma... plus the few hundred on top. You slowly got up on now noticing the shards of glass spread all over the floor.

"shit..." you said getting up, stepping carefully, as not to get glass nick your skin.  You opened your closet and put on the black long sleeved dress, you had gotten so used to wearing. You put on tights and the black gloves. Your whole body was covered, exactly like you had requested when Miss Peregrine had asked if you had any preferences. You slipped into the low Doc. Martens you had brought with you and walked downstairs. When you entered the kitchen you were surprised to only see a bird sitting on the counter and not Miss Peregrine... but soon enough your confusion was enlightened when suddenly a woman stood in front of you.

"Oh- I" you said quickly turning around seeing as she was naked.

"sorry dear I had to buy more flour and well... clothes don't travel" she rambled s she turned.

"give me a second" you said before practically falling out of the kitchen quickly running to her room. Once you entered you were surprised to see that her room was almost as messy as yours. You decided to ignore it and quickly fetched her an outfit from her closet... including underwear which you found awkward, but it had to be done.

"I'm back" you said starring at the floor intensely as to not accidentally look up. You held out the clothes and heard her walk over.

"thank you..." she said softly, taking you by surprise. It sounded like she had been crying, but you were probably just too sleep deprived and were imagining things. She was quick to get changed and cleared her throat giving you a sign that you could raise your head again. You hesitated but didn't want to make it any more awkward than it already was.

"I'm truly sorry" she said while stirring the mix, probably the pancake batter.

"no- no I uhm... I just didn't know that about Ymbrynes" you said scratching the back of your head.

"Yes. Well, it's normally don't something I mention until necessary" she said. You'd never seen her this flustered. Well you'd only been in the loop for a few days but still, she was normally composed and didn't shy away from anything. You both smiled and got to making breakfast

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There was a comfortable silence while the two of you cooked until she cleared her throat making you look at her. She was now the same composed woman you knew and spoke.

"about yesterday." She said making your eyes widen before looking down and staring at your now shaking hands, but she kept going. Maybe because she didn't notice your breathing hitch or maybe just ignoring it.

"I will need a clear answer on my question, and if you are to answer yes I will need a name and an address" she said sternly all while flipping pancakes.

"I-" you said your hands shaking too much to hold onto the knife. You put it down gripping onto the edge of the counter. She waited for you to respond. You took a deep breath making her look at you and walking over. The taller woman grabbed your shoulders making you face her. Your legs were trembling and you were fighting to keep in tears. Though our eyes were probably red.

"I didn't want to marry him" you cried out falling to your knees. Alma basically fell to the ground with you.

"I- he. Paul!" you cried out when the woman's arms pulled you in. she was now stroking through you hair while you told her all about your abusive husband. Once you had told her everything she was mad... no enraged!

"and where does this man live." She said trying her hardest not to storm out to kill him, though both of you knew she wanted to. You told her the address reluctantly.

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Oh alma.... Let's hope (nothing) happens to Paul...