𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 | 𝗆𝗂𝖽90𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅

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Ellie's fingers tapped against Fuckshit's car steering wheel, her fingernails that hit the leather wheel cover filling the silence. Her eyes narrowed, staring at the beaten down brick house just before her. She watched the blonde woman pile moving boxes into the back of a red jeep. Ellie had rarely seen Ruben's mom, but she knew this wasn't her. The moment she had pulled to park in front of the house, panic had shot through her as she stared at the moving boxes. But Ruben wouldn't just move without saying something, would he?

"Let's just go," Ellie huffed.

Fuckshit sat in the passenger seat. He had been repeatedly telling the girl that this was indeed the right house and Ruben was probably inside somewhere, but Ellie had hesitated.

The warm summer heat hit Ellie's face as she and Fuckshit moved up the lawn, immediately earning the blonde woman's attention.

Ellie cleared her throat, "Uh, hello! Is.. Ruben here?" the woman's eyes widened before she smiled softly, "you must be my nephew's friends! Let me get him" Ellie's eyebrows furrowed. Nephew?

Ruben had made it abundantly clear that he had no other family other than his mother and sister, but clearly he hadn't told the truth.

Ellie could see confusion on Fuckshit's face as his hands slipped into his pockets. She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest as the sound of footsteps filled her ears.

Trotting down the porch steps, Ruben's face seemed to fall as he saw Fuckshit and Ellie. He gulped as sweat practically poured down his forehead and neck.

With a sigh, he made eye contact with Ellie, "Cut.. when.. When did you get here?" Ellie didn't answer, only furrowed her eyebrows at the boy. She thought he'd react much differently.

"W-What's going on? Are you.. moving?" she asked with worry in her voice, eyeing the packed up boxes sitting in the driveway. The boy sighed, looking down at the boxes before looking back up to his friends. Slowly, he shook his head.

He groaned, running his hand over his face as he moved towards Ellie, "It's.. my moms stuff" Fuckshit eyed the boxes, immediately shooting a glance at Ruben.

Ellie hadn't noticed it at first, but after a moment, she had realized some of the boxes were still open, and inside of them were feminine products and such things; dresses, perfume, jewelry.

"And... you're packing her things because..?" Fuckshit huffed, staring at Ruben.

"Did she.. leave?" Ellie asked, and instead of earning another sigh from Ruben, she earned a chuckle from him.

"No. She's dead"

Unintentionally, Ellie's hand clasped over her mouth, her eyes widened with both shock and sadness. Fuckshit did the same, only instead of his eyes holding sadness, they held amusement. How could he be sad that the woman who abused his best friend was dead? All he could think was, 'Finally'.

"Drank herself to death... ain't that shit crazy" Ruben chuckled, a sad sigh coming from his mouth.

Ellie gulped, pulling her best friend into a tight hug, "Rub... I'm so sor—"

Ruben held Ellie's waist tightly, resting his chin on her shoulder and speaking before Ellie could finish her sentence, "It's fine, Els... ah" he exhaled, "The... funeral's tomorrow morning... I was gonna come to Motor and tell everyone that y'all could come an-"

Before Ruben could finish his sentence, Fuckshit scoffed. Both Ellie's and Ruben's heads snapped towards him, both with furrowed eyebrows.

Fuckshit looked at Ruben as if he was plain stupid, "Go to the funeral? You're kidding, right?" Ellie's eyebrows furrowed than they already were, she wasn't sure how much more confused she could look.