Crooked Man

E I G H T E E N

Second Season:)

I wonder if Rick is a part of this little game Flora Bennet is playing. He looks so innocent. It's hard to believe he intends harm in any way. But...I guess we'll see.
I stare at the ceiling and the chandelier hanging from it. It has orange crystals attached to it and it makes people feel comfortable. Not me. It doesn't make me comfortable in this situation.

"Warm colors..." I think, in the desperation of taking my mind off of the things that might happen to me tonight. "Warm colors make me nervous."
"Monica?" Rick says suddenly. I turn to face him. Nervously I go through my hair with my right hand.
I gulp. "Y-yes?" I manage to say at the end.
"Are you okay? You look a bit...pale."
"Oh boy" I think. His high pitched kid voice makes me even more nervous.
"Darling! Please do not ask such questions to our guest!" Mrs. Bennet says. She turns to me. "Please forgive him for asking such disrespectful things, dear. He's...he's just excited, that's all. We don't get...guests...too often."she says, looking me directly in the eye.
"I-it's okay, Mrs Bennet."
"Oh darling! Please call me Flora!"
"Okay Flora!" I say trying so hard to sound like I'm excited. She puts a bowl in front of me and then glances over to Rick angrily. He gets up and gets his own bowl.

Flora smiles at me and pours some soup kind of liquid in my and Rick's bowls then sits down herself. "Enjoy, kids..."she says smiling.

She looks at me expectantly.
"Come on honey, drink it. It helps you feel alive." a quiet chuckle "It's my mother's recipe."she winks.
"Oh, well then...okay...Flora." I say, trying to smile. I look at the greenish liquid and take a spoonful.

Words cannot express how that feels...