𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.
Somewhere far, far away from home. Not what it was. Not a normal afternoon with nothing to do.
And still we fight.
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SEVEN MONTHS LATER ; NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK
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THE PHONE RINGING makes the entire room go silent.
She has to admit that she's forgotten the sheer space the penthouse really has. Regardless of how many people are in here- fifteen, currently- there's still enough space for her to jump that half foot in the air at the counter and swivel her head towards her auntie, stiff in preparation.
"Shit," Abi curses, fishing the phone from her jacket pocket. "Thought I turned this thing off."
"Who is it?" Tara asks, tone sharp in a manner none of them have used in months now. The tension of the room has thickened in a way Ellie-Marie is unfortunately all too familiar with, nails digging into skin soaked with citrus as she hoists herself onto the countertop, orange peeling momentarily forgotten as she forces herself to breathe.
Fuck, she hates phones.
Abi holds up one finger as she checks the caller ID, expression slacking before she answers all too quickly for Ellie's liking.
"Sidney Lianne Prescott, why the hell do you think calling someone is a good idea in this day and age?"
"Tell her we said hi!" Dad's back to grinning in a way Ellie knows has been a rarity outside of her presence over the years, panic disengaged the moment Abi relaxed.
