Glowing Cigars

Heterochromia

Book takes a darker turn from this point on, hope you like it x

Dedicated to Rabbit fam, you know who you are, love you so much ❤️

Chapter 1: Heterochromia

If it had somehow been revealed to me that our actions would lead to the death of Gregory Baxter, I would have done it over, and over, and over again.

All I have to do now is explain the full story.

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The bastard went to visit the next day.

No, not that one, The other one. Yes, Mr. Baxter. I'm still unable to say his name without cringing. I was silently unpacking my clothes into my new drawers when his venomous voice came travelling up the stairs.

"Oh, you're too funny, Mrs Anthony!" He exclaimed, my mother's laughter echoing through the stairwell. "Or should I call you by your maiden name, Ms. Bennet?"

"Oh, please, don't Mr. Baxter! Just call me Eleanor" She said, no doubt flashing her biggest business smile. "Ms. Bennet is for my taxes" she continued.

"And you can call me Gregory of course, And I do hope we maintain friendship outside of work?"

That couldn't just be it. He wanted something. He'd never been interested in a mere friendship, let alone outside of work. He's too cunning for that, too ingenious. He wanted something, But what was it?

"Of course! You did just give me the deal of a lifetime, who am I to deny that?" She said with a giggle.

Oh no, are they flirting? I thought, pausing with my arm on the flap of a box. Something's definitely up.

My Mother's giggle sounded again before I decided to finally intervene.

"So, Mom." I started, still facing opposite of where her voice was drifting from. "Are you gonna help me unpack or what?"

A fumble sounded at the stairway and I sighed, turning on my toes and facing the door.

"Yes baby, just, go take your vitamins for today. I've already put it inside of your medicine cabinet."

"I know mom, I've taken it." I said back, remembering the miniature pill bottle completely stripped of it's labeling, the small code 'alza-36' engraved into the bland, white pills.

"Oh. Well, I'd help you, but our main priority right now is to unpack the living and dining rooms. We're going to be inviting the neighbors today."

"Neighbors?"

"Yeah, the Thomson's. I have a feeling that you'd like them. They have a lot in common with our family."

"Well, let's hope that I do." I said with a sigh, pulling the last cardboard box I'd need towards me. My name was scrawled out in Ezra's messy handwriting. He'd been forced to label every package leaving the house.

"Ah, yes, the Thomson's. Nice people, really." Baxter said, his voice an annoyance to me. He stepped up the stairs quietly and stood next to my mother at my door, straightening his tie. "Although they do have a rather, stained, history." He continued, earning a curious stare from my mother.

"And what do you mean by that?" My mom asked, turning toward him.

"Oh, nothing. It's just a minor thing." A frequent beeping sounded from his pocket, causing Baxter to sigh and turn on his heels hurriedly. "I've got to go. I'll be checking up on you guys later this week. Get comfortable, you'll be staying here a while I hear." He said as his voice faded away and his steps became more distant.