Crybaby

Bottled bruises

Bunie leaves later that day and hugs them all goodbye.
"I'm going to see you at school. Right?" He asks.
"Yeah. I think so." Electra smiles sadly at him.
Soon he has disappeared down the street.
"I guess school starts in a day or two." Mumbles Troye,
"That's gonna be..... Weird. I..." He remembers Connor for the first time in days.
Ouch.
He pushes the thoughts back.
Not right now, Troye.
" I'm going home."
Electra announces, breaking the thick silence.
"I'll walk with you. My house is nearby." Troye says. His eyes are darting around. Crybaby notices a bruise on the back of his head and winces. He was severely shaken by the kidnapping.
Lana sighs.
"O-ok. Lana, I'm really sorry to ask this, but can I stay here a little longer? I don't think I can face my house... And family...... Quite yet."
Crybaby stares at her shoes.
"Oh sure. I don't really want to be alone anyway." She smiles at Crybaby. Crybaby lifts her eyes and gives her own small grin.
They say goodbye to Electra and Troye and returning to Lana's room.
Lana opens her closet. It consists of mostly pastel, lacey garments and chiffon.
"What should I wear on the first day of school?" She mutters, mostly to herself.
"I love that baby blue dress with the puffy sleeves. You should wear that one." Crybaby says.
Lana pulls it out and looks at it thoughtfully. "It's a possibility. I'm gonna look a bit more. How about-"
That's when the door bursts open and in comes Lana's mother. She runs and scoops her up in a hug.
"I'm so glad you are ok." She whispers, her voice muffled because she is burying her face in Lana's red hair.
"I'm so so so sorry about last night... And the whole time you were gone. But I promise I'm sober for a while. I'm just so glad you are alive."
They spoke excitedly for a minute. Lana's family is wealthy, but her father was almost always traveling and her mother has recently become a full blown alcoholic. She is hiding it from her husband. And herself, frankly
"Hello, Crybaby." Lana's mother smiles warmly, but anyone can see the pity hidden behind her face. Crybaby smiles back sweetly and waves.
"Ok. I'll see you soon Lana,"
Her mother leaves the room and shuts the door.
Lana sighs and mumbles " She can stop! It's getting better."
Crybaby's throat is dry all of the sudden.
"I- I need to go."
She stutters and stumbles out of the room. When she gets down, she comes face to face with Lana's mother. Carrying a bottle of whiskey.
"Nononono no- Don't!"
She cries out and looks pleadingly at the woman.
"Don't drink that please. Please. Lana needs you. Don't be like Momma."
Tears prick the corners of her widened eyes.
Lana's mother stares back at Crybaby
with an empty expression. Crybaby lets out a sobbing noise.
"Wh-What?" Crybaby hears from behind her. She whips around to see Lana looking extremely upset on the staircase.
Crybaby's heart sinks to her feet.
She turns back to see the woman hiding the bottle behind her back desperately and trying to smile and cover it up. Crybaby backs up against the door, then turns and sprints outside, unable to watch or listen any longer.
She runs as fast as she can back to her house, tears falling the whole way.
Soon she is facing the perfect doors of her perfect house with a perfect car parked outside.
She knows what lies inside.
She is not looking forward to it. She takes a deep, quivering breath before stepping inside.
Tune it out.
Tune it out.
She repeats this in her head.
Maybe mother will have drunken herself to sleep and I won't have to deal with her!
Alas, to Crybaby's dismay, Mother walks up with and frustrated expression and a bottle of wine.

"Where have you been, stupid little girl?" She spits at Crybaby.
"I was kidnapped, mother."
while most parents would have been horrified to hear this and immediately comforted their child, this wasn't the case. Crybaby winced as her mother took another swig at her bottle.
"Serves you right, Crybaby"
She mocks.
She lifts up her foot and clocks poor Crybaby in the shin.
She yelps and scampers/limps out of her mothers reach like a hurt kitten.
"Not so fast little one!" Grumbles her mother. Crybaby looks up just in time to see the wine glass swinging over her head and jams her body away from it.
It shatters into millions of pieces and wine soaks into their plush white carpet.
Uh oh.
Crybaby jumps up and bolts up the staircase, into her room and slams and locks the door. She hears her mother scream in frustration and fury from downstairs.
"YOU LITTLE PIECE OF-"
Crybaby covers her ears and whimpers. Eventually she uncovers them and exhales.
Keep it together.

She bandages her wounds and curls up in her bed. Her eyes wander around the room over to her open closet.
What will I wear on Monday for school?
She goes through a list of her dresses in her mind, and decides on a yellow one with a big ribbon that she got recently.
Slowly she drifts off into an uneasy sleep.

Back in Troye's bed, he has ice packs on various parts of his body and is staring out the window, watching two boys play catch before the sun goes down. He sighs and sniffles before curling up and pulling a blanket over his body.

Lana lies sobbing in her bed, clinging to her stuffed lamb. After what feels like hours more of crying now reddish eyes out, she slips into a sad slumber.

Electra wanders along a moonlit street and into her home, sighing and trying to feel emotions other than numb and tired at the moment. She gives up and rolls over.
Her head hits the pillow.

Hi guy. I'm so so so sorry about the wait, I will do my best to update more often. I just got back from camp and then vacation.
Xoxo