Consequences

Moon Pie

Chapter 29

The same day, 10:30 pm

In the bunker

Ella's POV

These crutches are stupid. I hate them. I've never broken a bone before, and of course, my first broken bone has to be something that requires me to wear crutches. They're stupid, and they're slowing me down. I wanna move faster than this. I'm just trying to get to the fucking kitchen, because I want a fucking Moon Pie. These stupid fucking crutches are getting on my fucking nerves.

Sam: You ok? He asks while walking over to me.

Look at him, being all fast and shit. Fucking show off. How'd he like it if he broke one of his ankles, and he had to be on crutches, and he couldn't do anything on his own? How'd he like it if in that situation, I asked him if he was ok? Why the fuck would I be ok? I broke my fucking ankle, while I was just trying to have fun with my friend. No, I'm not ok. Don't ask me stupid shit.

Ella: Do I look ok?

Sam: What's the attitude for?

It's for you asking me stupid shit. You should know better than to ask stupid shit like that. Don't let it happen again.

Ella: My ankle hurts, these crutches are stupid, and I want a Moon Pie.

Sam: I can get it for you. You're supposed to be resting that ankle anyway. Go sit down.

If I wanted to sit down and let you get my Moon Pie for me, I'd sit down and ask you to get my Moon Pie for me.

Ella: No. I'm very capable of getting myself a Moon Pie. I wanna do it myself.

Sam: But you can't right now, Sweetheart. Your ankle's broken, and you need to let it rest. It's ok to ask somebody else to do something for you. We'll get you whatever you want. You just have to ask. Ok?

Ella: I wanna do it myself.

Sam: Kid-

Ella: I wanna do it myself!

Sam: Ok. Fine. Do it yourself.

I finally make it to the kitchen, with Sam following behind me. I make my way to the cabinet, and try my best to get a Moon Pie. Sam's just standing there, watching me struggle.

Ella: Some help would be nice.

Sam: I'm trying to show you that sometimes, it's ok to ask for help.

Ella: Help.

Sam: Ask me nicely.

Be nice to me, and I might think about it. MIGHT! You can't just watch me struggle, and then expect me to be nice to you. What fantasy world are you living in?