CHAPERONE

Playing dolls

The birds were singing in the garden, there were shapes of light from the sun whom was invading her room through the windows, but she didn't wanted to get up. Evelyn was feeling like a total disgusting bitch, she simply couldn't face Narcissa after having her husband down her throat last night.

She intended to postpone the talk with the two toned hair Malfoy for long as she could. Her little heart couldn't take the pain of losing the only amount of fraternal love she ever felt. Overthinking about the situation, her brain couldn't help but create horrid cenarios where the woman would get absolutely mad with her and throw her out of her house. Her optimistic version was Narcissa being so disappointed with her she would send her back home, and her mother would laugh at her face every fucking day cause she knew nobody would like her around. She thought about all her plans for living with Malfoys, mainly the one of play with Cissy's dominance, which just went down the drain.

Something moving in her bed brought her back to reality, it was when she saw Marie coming to her and then, sitting in her belly. She petted her head, making the kitty purr at her touch.

— Marie, please tell me how could I fuck everything in just one fucking night? You know... probably you wont be mine anymore, Mrs. Malfoy will throw me out of the house, and my mom doesn't want me back, so it is not fair for you to live in the streets with me. I mean, you are such a princess. — Evelyn said dramatically.

— I will not do such thing. And don't swear! — Narcissa said, leaned at the door.

— Mrs. Malfoy! — Evelyn acted like she had heard a ghost, scarring the cat on her lap from sitting up as fast as she could.

— Good morning, love. Long night, right? — Narcissa teased, but unfortunately Evelyn didn't catch her playful tone, for her, Narcissa was starting a discussion.

— I-I'm sorry. — Her voice cracked as she spoke, tears fell like a waterfall and she bring her hands to cover her face in shame. — Please I didn't mean... Well I did, but I regret it so much... don't get mad with me, please don't hate me mommy. — Evelyn barely noticed what she just said, she only could focus on the hiccups she got.

Otherwise, Narcissa noticed it very well. When the word reached her ears, her eyes widen, she could hear her own heartbeat from her racing heart pulsing in her head, a wave of coldness took her stomach, and she let a suprisse gasp slip out of her lips. She wanted to broke every single bone of Evelyn's body with hugs and mark her beautiful rosy cheeks with her lipstick, but it was her duty to give her baby what she needed, what she always needed: comfort.

Hushing to her, Narcissa involved her arms around the curled ball the girl has turned into. Her fingers intertwined the wires of Evelyn's golden hair and massaged her scalp, trying to undo the ball and pull the girl to her lap, soothing her.

— Shhh... it is okay, darling. Mommy is not mad, see? There is no reason to cry, you are not going anywhere. — Cissa kissed the top of her head and whispered. — You are staying here with me, where you belong.

Evelyn raised her head, showing Narcissa her swollen red wet face from crying.

— I'm still so sorry... I wanted you to be the first. — She confessed. — And when did he tell you? We were supposed to tell you together. — She used the sheets to wipe her tears away.

— Oh, Lucius is such a kid. I knew from the moment he went back to our room, waking me up with his sudden good mood. Then obviously he couldn't contain himself letting a "maybe you were right about her" get out of his mouth. He never admits that I'm right, so I took the truth from him very easily. — She rolled her eyes, making Evelyn giggle. — There it is the sound I love!