Pull your Life Together

chapter 7- late night revelations

the next time Vi woke up, it was dark. her eyes felt dry and tight, and she could feel the crispness of the tear tracks on her cheek. she groaned softly and moved to sit up, freezing when she spotted a person slumped in the dark. in a chair beside her bed sat the enforcer who got her out of prison, who's helping her get her life in order. she still had her day clothes, though they were ruffled and creased, and her head was tilted to one side, soft snores filled the quiet air and making Vi chuckle softly.

Careful to not wake the sleeping enforcer beside the bed, vi pushed herself up an shuffled out of the bed. grabbing the bag of clothes quietly, and flinching at any noise she made her way to the bathroom so she could change out of her day clothes, and into something more comfortable. when she returned, caitlyn was still sleeping soundly in the chair slumped sideways. Vi was worried the enforcer would fall and hurt herself, so as quietly and gently as she could she picked up Caitlyn and moved her onto the bed, pulling the covers over her.

knowing she probably won't get anymore sleep vi walked out of the room, closing the door to a crack so she can hear Cailyn if she needs anything, before heading into the kitchen for a snack. her footsteps seemed loud in the silent and still night air, and a quick glance to the oven showed her the glorious time of 4:00. 'usually the guards are beating me senseless for no reason...' she muter softly, unable to help the flinch that came at the words, hearing how normal it sounded. 

the prison was messed up in more ways than one. all the enforcers in there were completely power hungry, and loved to use the power they had to inflict pain on the inmates. though vi didn't make it easy with every fight she got into, the enforcers had focused mainly on her for those said fights. beating her to the brink of death then dump her to the 'doctors' saying she got in yet another fight and to heal her, only for the enforcers to do it all over again. as a result of said abuse, she had scars, scars that were hidden in the flowing ink on her neck, back and arms, phantom pains in her shoulder, back, arms, fingers that were slightly crooked thanks to being never set right, and enough self confidence issues to last a lifetime, yet she refused to show it. 

hiding behind smirks, and teasing quips, her strong Facade, as she calls it, worried for the day someone would see past the rough, cocky exterior to the broken person behind. and it seemed like the enforcer who got her out would be that person. slowly yet steadily breaking apart the shell vi keeps her true self in. and what truly frightens vi? she allows the enforcer to do as such. finding comfort shes never known in the enforcer, true care in every movement Caitlyn makes,every careful study leading vi deeper and deeper in, yet never wanting to escape. it scared vi that her walls come down with a simple look from the enforcer, yet she didn't seem to mind.

shaking her head to clear her thoughts she grabbed a mug from one of the many cupboards and filled it up with cold water, downing it in one go before refilling it again. before she turned, she set her glass down and grabbed another, filling it about half way and walks back to the room, quietly leaving the water on the bedside table for Caitlyn to drink when she wakes up. once aan returning to the kitchen, vi grabbed her water, sat on the way plush couch and turned on the tv, setting the volume low so she did not wake up anyone, before flicking it to a random channel and watching, slowly sipping her water, and allowing the tv to drown out her thoughts.