Anathema

☾Chapter Six

Girlfriend, girlfriend, girl, friend.

North's blubbering, her cheeks are puffing out- big and hollowing on the inside, like a blowfish, her eyebrows are wrinkling in anger, and her hands are shaking- shaking.

North's pissed, it's clear by the shining layer in her eyes, and the way her vision seems to cross, Cedric's overstepped his boundaries- clearly- and North is pissed- she's beyond pissed.

She's so passed pissed- that it's gone into fury.

That bright red zone that usually ends in murder- yes that angry.

But before she can let those angry words slip up and out of her blubbering mouth, the screen door that's rusted on the left bottom side opens with a long creek.

Out steps one of the most polished women North's ever seen besides her own mama.

She has blonde hair, the pretty golden color- not the fake yellow, it's piled high on top of her head, with wayward pieces slithering down, it's tousled with movement. She's tall, even taller than North who'd gone through several painful growth spurts in her day, and even in her overalls and white undershirt, the woman is lovely.

But around her soft features, and pretty noes seat two eyes.

Two very Cedric-ish eyes.

This woman was Cedric's mother, and by the barely chilled frown gracing her features as soon as she meets North's eyes- North knows she is not welcomed with open arms into the Chauvert house.

Cedric does not blink twice before rushing into the arms of his mother, her lithe spindly arms are wrapped around his neck in an instant. Painted red fingernails are digging into his neck, but not in anger- in a sweet motherly embrace, that showed how worried she was.

Cedric was no doubt a mama's boy.

Like seventy percent of the southern boy population, Cedric was no different.

That's what North needed to keep telling herself.

He is no damn different.

"Mama, this is North."

North gives a polite smile, a fake practiced grin dangling off her lips, the kind of smile practiced only for the mama's of boy's that you wanted to impress.

The question was; why on earth did North want to impress Cedric's mother?

"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Chauvert, I'm-"

"I know who you are." There's a quick glare that's sharper than a sword.

North almost wants to step back from the obvious blow but she holds herself, knowing that if she could stand her ground it'd end up much better in the end.

Cedric is still tugging on his mama, like a small child, his fingers are wrapped in the extra fabric around her back, his head tucked into the crook of her neck, and all the while Mrs. Chauvert is glaring at North over the dark head of her son.

There's two pauses, one where the three children turn to North, their mouths are opened wide, so wide they look like yawns, and she braces herself for the flow of words that are about to slam into her.

But they don't come, because between that first pause, and the next pause, the glare that had been solely focused on North was now aimed at the two boys and one girl.

"Kids, get. Inside. Now."

Mrs. Chauvert speaks between gritted teeth, deadly, gritted teeth.