In Between The Lines

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Weeks have passed. A month even. Everyday has been the same:

1) I wake up.
2) I eat some applesauce, yoghurt or anything else that's super small [so Keaton doesn't call me fat]
3) I go to work, completing everything I have to do.
4) I go home as soon as my shift ends.
5) I let Keaton take his angers off on me, which usually just consists of him playing with my body. In all ways.
6) I go to bed as he goes home, then repeat.

A month can be a long time, but also no time at all. I've lost weight. A lot. I don't smile anymore, and I feel empty. I'm confused and lost. At night I don't cry, because I don't feel.

The season has changed, its now fall, and Halloween is tomorrow. Keaton is going out with some friends, he decided he didn't want me to come along, so I get the night to myself. Quinton invited me to his huge masked party, and insisted I bring my family. I just haven't worked up the courage to call them.

I stare down at my phone, debating myself. I mean, I don't think I've changed too much. But I guess I have.. I call.

"Hello?" Mom answers and I feel my lips raise in a small smile.
"Hey mom. It's Oceanne, are you guys free tomorrow night and possibly today?" I ask, hope filled in me. Maybe everything will be okay if I get to be with my family.
"Oh sweetheart, I'm going to be working late today and all tomorrow..and your fa-stepdad, he's going out with friends tonight and staying in some hotel somewhere." She says, hesitating on 'father' cause she knows how I feel about him. He's not my father.
"So..who's taking care of the kids?" I ask, and she clears her throat.
"Some babysitter is coming tonight, she said she could take them Trick or Treating." She says, and I purse my lips. That is not something you do to a child. I know because they did it to me all the time, but not once did they ever call a babysitter. 'It's a waste of money' stepdad would say.
"I'm going to send someone down there to pick them, I'll take care of them." I say before I can change my mind.
"Okay sweetheart! I'll get them all packed right now. Love ya!" She says enthusiastically and smacks her lips in what I assume is a kiss.

And just like that, the call is over, and I'm going to see Lukas and Lillian again. I let myself smile. I change into a tight black dress and put on some heel'd short boots. I brush my hair and straighten it and then do a light makeup.

I glance at my reflection, and smile. Who would've known a person could gain a little life back inside of them in seconds. I spin on my heel and run off to work.

•••

"Ohhh Mr Hyyyyyyyghhh" I purr into the intercom at his door, "if I come in there and everyone isn't fully dressed I'm going to toss you out of a window"

I hear a muffled sound, zippers and a pissed off voice. But it doesn't phase me. The door opens and some chick comes scurrying out with her tail in between her legs. I twirl into the room, handing a mad Quinton this mornings paperwork.

Then I look up into his blazing blue eyes and smile. He raises an eyebrow, and I bite my lip. His eyes flutter to my lips then back to my eyes. He clears his throat.

"What do you want" he asks a little strained. I twirl a piece of my hair between my fingers and pretend to think about it. He rolls his eyes.

"Do you think Sanders would be willing to drive down to my old home and pick up-" I start but stop at his huge smile. He walks over to his phone, dialing.

"Sanders, my man. How do you feel about a little road trip?"

•••
"Calm down a little, you're a bit too excited." Quinton says rolling his eyes.

"I haven't seen them in a year" I say, bouncing up and down, "to say I'm excited is the understatement of the century!" I giggle, and freeze when my eyes land on Sanders' car pulling into the parking lot of the company building.