She's A Little Girl! Not Your Toy!

Chapter 4: Dinner Time

Viorica POV:

I heard violent screaming, I guess Ethan Winters found his psychopathic wife. I smirk to myself while looking at my daughter as she controls Mia to go after her husband. I heard what sounded like a chainsaw and I put a hand over my mouth trying not to laugh. "Eve sweetie. It's time to prepare for dinner," I stand up and wrap my arms around her small body while picking her up. "Okay mama, I do want you to know that even though I have Mia and Margie you'll always be my mama," I smile sweetly at her and we rub noses together as she giggles. "I know Fiica Mea. I always will know that, come come," I place her on my back as a piggie back ride while I grab the handles of a wheelchair in front of me. I kiss the forehead of the woman in front of me and guide her to the dining room where everyone was waiting except for a certain psychopath wife. "Where is she," I whisper in Jack's ear, he whispers back telling me that Mia is unconscious in her cell again after Ethan's attack. Though he doesn't remember if he locked the gate, I roll my eyes at that information, "Well that's great," I huff. That's when Ethan decides to open his eyes, "Where am I? What the hell," I stand behind the family leaned against the wall watching the interaction. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead. It's time for supper," Ethan doesn't look happy, in fact he looks pretty grossed out. I mean the family is eating bugs and guts so there's that. 

It's not like it can be helped, the family isn't exactly alive.... well anymore that is. "Who are all you people? Where's Mia," my teeth gritt hearing Ethan speak her name, my anger is fueled to hating her for what she did to me and Eve my little girl. "Eat it. It's good," Marguerite says after slamming her hand down on a cockroach crawling across the table and shoving it into her mouth. I did gag seeing that, I'm glad I still have the taste for normal food. "Dumb son of a bitch wouldn't know good if it hit him!" Lucas shouts pelting Ethan in the face with his dinner plate which ultimately gets Jack pissed off for the waste, he grabs Lucas's hand slamming it to the table at cutting it clean off much to his distaste. I scoff watching them, I guess Eve could've picked a worse family to possess. "Get out the way, Marguerite," Jack shouts pushing her shoulder as he lugs Lucas's hand away. "That boy's got to eat! He got to have his supper," I look away as Jack picks up a piece of guts on his knife and tries to shove it into Ethan's mouth cutting it slightly cause he refused to open it. I bite my lip concerned for him since he's my prize in the end, Eve promised that she would have a father while I had a husband, "Come here boy! Come on let's do this."

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit- he's not eathing it, Jack! He's not eating it, I made that for him," I groan hearing another one of that stupid bug lady's rants. 20 victims in counting and she still throws a fit when our 'guests' don't eat her disgusting food. "SHUT THE HELL UP MARGUEITE," I couldn't take it anymore and I slammed my hands on the table. "ENOUGH! You're disturbing my daughter, get to your places! Now, Gunoi Alb," I scream. They all look down sheepishly while Ethan stares at me. "Yes ma'am," Lucas whimpers and walks away from the table. Marguerite walks away cursing Ethan's existance and heads towards the living room and Jack stomps after her when the doorbell rings indicating that the cop might be here again. "Sorry about that Ethan. These people can be a bit much to handle, but my little girl chose them as her family and who am I to deny her," He gives me a confused look. "How do you know my name," I giggle walking towards him while stroking the hair of the little old woman in the wheelchair next to him. "Oh.... we know more than just your name. Let's just say that your wife has a pretty big mouth," he glares at me. 

"Don't you talk about her," he defends and I scoff standing up, "Why do you defend her?! Well I know why, but why?! Do you have any idea what that Catea has done to me and my baby girl?! No of course you wouldn't because she lied to you, you know what? I'll let you figure it out, why don't you ask the woman you call your wife and if she can't answer you then I guess you'll get your answer," I grab the wheelchair again and walk away from Ethan. I know he's going to escape, but I don't want to deal with his stupitidy right now. "Don't worry mama, I can make him love you," I sigh hearing Eve in my head again. I smile at her sweet words, "I know you can my little, Fatita. However, I would like him to fall for me on his own and figure things out. Like I said honey, let things happen on their own. I'll let you continue to play games with our favorite family members and your creatures, but let Ethan find out about things on the way of his stupid death defying mission to save his pathetic damsel. Ugh... honestly sweetheart, I don't understand what he sees in here. He's a sweet man and should've realized that Mia is just a liar, I may hate her but what do you expect she was working for that monster Miranda and did all those horrible things to me and you. I can't stand her," I say plopping down on the bed, "I know mama. I know and I won't, however can we play hide n seek. Please," she blinks her cute little puppy dog eyes and I smirk at her while rolling my eyes. "Oh alright, yes we'll play. I do want you to remember that if things start becoming a tad difficult with Ethan Winters. Use our special little friends to slow him down a little," Eve giggles at me while I cover my eyes and she teleports away. After 30 seconds of counting I hear some snoring and I look over seeing her older version sleeping on the bed. I know that when she sleeps she's able to travel wherever she needs to. I sigh in sadness knowing that I can't help her turn back, if I had the time to do so I'd go back to that busted up rust bucket that they called a ship and see if I could find her medicine that makes her stay young. "Don't worry Eveline, no matter what happens Mama won't let anything happen to you," I kiss her forehead and go to search for her young spirit.