Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I, um, don't know if everyone celebrates it or not but Happy Thanksgiving! I'm thankful for, hmm, all of you! Have a wonderful day! Enjoy this chapter, hope you like it!
~ Tilly
It's been a few days since I plowed through Vivian's door and basically gave her house a spring cleaning. I tried my hardest to get out all the stains, while Vivian just watched from afar in amusement.
After that, I had taken her to my house.
"Do I have to?" she hissed about every five seconds. I rolled my eyes.
"Vivian, I told you, you need stitches, and my mum knows how to do that."
"But what if she-"
I patted her shoulder, and she flinched just a bit. I frowned. "You have to know that not everyone is out to hurt you. Mum's really nice and she understands things without having to be told. She won't tell anyone or look at you weird, promise."
Vivian crossed her arms, which were bandaged again. She looked at the ground, seeming to grow tinier and tinier the closer we got to my road.
"Almost there," I said. She didn't respond.
Finally, we made it to the front door. I glanced around, looking for any signs of Dead Version Sophie, but she seemed to be in hiding.
"Do I have to?" Vivian asked again.
"Yes."
"I'd rather get run over by a truck."
"Don't think the truck driver would like that very much."
"Screw him then."
"I'd rather not."
"Fuck you."
"Nah." And with that, I opened the door.
Dad must have left for something, because his car wasn't in the driveway. Mum was in the kitchen, scrubbing at the counter, her hair tied up. Sophie sat on the couch, a book on her lap and a stuffed dog under her arm. She barely glanced up before saying "Hi, Awex."
"Hey, Soph," I said. Now that we were inside, Vivian seemed to be stuck to my back like glue. Her eyes were flickering around, mouth slightly parted. I forgot for a second that she was used to cracked walls and dirty floors.
"Alex!" Mum cried, running from the kitchen. "Where were you? You had just taken off and-" she stopped and blinked a few times. "Uh- who's this?"
Vivian peeked around my shoulder while I spoke. "This is Vivian, she's a friend. I brought her here because she needs something."
"Oh!" Mum's face cleared of confusion slightly. "What do you need, sweetie?"
Vivian ducked back down behind me. I glanced at Sophie, then back to Mum. She seemed to get it.
"Follow me, follow me," she said, turning and making her way to the stairs. "The bathroom's up here."
We followed her, Vivian's eyes never going still as she took in the whole living room and kitchen. She locked onto Sophie, who had kissed the top of her stuffed dog's head.
"In here," Mum said, opening the bathroom door. We shuffled inside, and Vivian finally detached herself from my back and went to stand in the corner. She took in the bathroom, mouth fully open now.
"It's so big..." she whispered.
Mum closed the door and turned to us, the question clear on her face. "Well?"
