One Week Later
Daisy Bristol's POV //
Hazel was free from the hospital. I'd taken her home to stay with me as she wouldn't set foot near Luke and Pharoah. I was in the kitchen. I couldn't directly see Hazel and Penny. There was a pillar in the way. But, I heard Penny's giggles and Hazel's slurs.
Hazel was still pretty drugged up from all the medication she was on. It was currently making Hazel sick from the drug withdrawal. I stepped into the living room just to stop dead in my tracks. Hazel was in Penny's lap. I could tell Penny forced it.
Hazel's head kept rolling forward and her hair kept covering her eyes. I spoke, trying not to disturb Hazel. She seemed pretty tired. "Penny. What are you doing?" I said, as she went to kiss Hazel but, the sound of my voice stopped her. She began stroking Hazel's hair. "Protecting Hazel." She spoke, staring at the well, smiling evilly.
I went to say something but Penny stopped me, "Shh! She's sleeping!" She snapped. "Fu-ck off Penn-y!" Hazel slurred. "Right. Okay.. This is strange and odd of you Penny." I said. I roamed over towards them, anchoring my hands in Hazel's armpits. Lifting her up and out of Penny's reached. I helped Hazel to wrap her arms around my neck, before escorting her and laying her down in her bedroom.
Entering the living room, Penny had an angry yet sad face on. She looked like she was about to throw a temper tantrum. Just like taking candy from a baby I suppose. Penny kept staring at me. It was so off putting. "Penny would you like to help make some tea?" I asked.
She had that petulant baby face on, so I assumed that was a no. I sighed and returned to the the kitchen to return with a teapot and some cups. I set them on the coffee table. Looking up, Penny was a foot away me. "Um?" I mumbled. Penny said nothing and pushed passed me into Hazel's room. I chased after her as quick as I could.
Almost falling through the door of Hazel's room the first thing I noticed was Hazel was awake and Penny had her arms wrapped around her waist. "P-penny." Hazel slurred. Her facial impression said she wanted a hug but then she spoke again. "P-penny fuc-k fuck o-ff!" She slurred. "Penny!" I snapped.
Hazel had been sat in the living room for awhile now. She was still quite sleepy. She was sat in the armchair I normally sat in. I made it my objective to sit on the arm of the chair so Penny wouldn't get in Hazel's face. Hazel was so peaceful.
It'd been an hour. Hazel was more lively now and Penny seemed to be leaving her alone. It was quite late so I went to my room and turned my monitor on.
Penny's POV //
Hazel got up and sat herself at the piano. She looked over at me every now and again. She began to play. "This is Gospel for the fallen ones. Locked away in permanent slumber. Assembling their philosophys from pieces of broken memories." She sang.
She sounded so angelic. Before I knew it she'd came and sat beside me and she took hold of my hand. She smiled and stood up, still holding my hand. She tugged my hand slightly as if to say "Follow me." She let go and left down the hall to her room.
On the way to her room I stepped into Bristol's. The first thing I noticed was he was sitting at his monitor on some sort of musical programme. But, I then noticed his leather jacket and sunglasses. Which was odd. It was like he was an entirely different person. "Bristol can I have consent to make out with Hazel? You're like her dad after all." I asked. "Sure. Knock yourself out." He replied. I left and ran into Hazel's room.
Daisy Bristol's POV //
I heard the sound of glass shattering coming from the living room. That was enough to make me toss my sunglasses and leather jacket off onto my bed. Before practically leaping into the living room. What I saw made me call Hazel. Whether I liked it or not.
"HAZEL!? You'll wanna see this!" I yelled. Hazel came running in. She was pulling a top over her head as she ran. Pretty sure I saw her bra. That made me question what she was doing.
