conejita

2

this one is entirely in first person, and it's a lot more bearable. this is one you can read! next chapter all is fixed and well!

Alouette

sniffling, i raise my head slowly, it pounding from the drugs they've given me. "p-ple-please..." I whisper, hoping they can hear me.

i can't do this anymore. why won't they just kill me already?

"shh, it's gonna be quick, just go to sleep." the youngest whispers, "that way you won't feel it okay? please. just sleep." his voice cracks as he speaks to me, regret evident in his voice.

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"conejita!" he snaps in my face. my head swings towards him in fear of being scolded again. then i look at my surroundings and realize that I'm at home.

i must've zoned out again.

looking back towards him, my eyes water. "i-i'm so sorry! i just... i fell asleep.." i murmur, knowing that i hadn't fallen asleep, as my eyes were wide open.

ignoring the fact that i was obviously lying, he sighs once again. goodness why can't i be normal? "when do you work?" he simply asks, no longer looking at me and turning to look out of the windshield.

"every... everyday." i whisper, looking into my lap, picking at the skin around my nails. he lets out a sound of frustration, and runs his fingers through his messy hair.

"i stay until you leave. i drive you home. understood?" he looks over at me. my eyes turn wide at his words, worry running through me. "please sir, you c-c-ca-can't do th-that!" i unintentionally yell.

no. no. no. im gonna get fired. and i already get paid less than everyone else. if I can't satisfy him, I don't have a job.

tears threaten to spill, as i plead with my eyes. "i did not ask." is all he says before looking ahead, glancing at his watch. "it is late. sleep."

huffing, i open the door and stand to get out, only to be pulled back by that stinkin' seatbelt! i whine quietly to myself and unbuckle it getting out again.

"night night"

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Alaric

I hate her.

everything about her.

the way she rambles, the way she softly mumbles incoherent words to herself when somebody's stopped talking to her after a while. the way she fucking smiles.

and i definitely hate that she was persistent on me not showing up here. u knew what her boss -or whoever the fuck- was doing. i knew.

but for the first time in my fucking life, i didn't know what to do. i could easily get someone to kill him, i could easily have someone shake him up a little bit. but i knew how this worked. i can't risk it getting worse because of me.

shaking away memories, my fingers tap the table harshly, itching to scratch my arms. "d-do y-you ne-need anything e-else?" she whispers, twirling her fingers together in front of her. i look up at her only to realize the she was looking at the floor.

this was something she did often, as i've watched her work, she's always looking at the floor. i shake my head and she nods, letting a quiet "okay" leave her lips.

i wonder how she even saw me shake my head, as she walks away, and go back to my laptop. "who are you?" someone says harshly. i look up to see some rando.

"none of your fucking business" i say and go back to my laptop. "what do you want from alouette? why have you been here two days in a row? are you watching her? did someone hire you?" he fires questions at me like a overprotective brother, interrogating his sister's date.