The opposite of silence [EDITING]

Ch 20: clams are scallops

Vicki POV

a loud thud shook the house vigorously, I groan and grab my favourite bong before leaving my room to see what all the commotion was about
"Why are we ruining my bong time?!" I shout, seeing kali trying to pry Eli's door from its hinges.
"He hasn't left his room in over a week, he's bound to die if he doesn't eat" Becki's voice shows worry
Jesus, I can only imagine the pain he's going through.
Frank I appears behind kali, pushing her aside lightly, whispering a 'I got this'

He's been harsh towards everyone since Mei died.

"Eli my dear" Franki starts, knocking on his door.
"Fuck off!!" He curses from the other side. Franki's somewhat smile turns into a scowl, I sit down in the middle of the hallway, waiting for something entertaining to start. I pack my bong with some weed and light it, breathing the drug in slowly. Watching the smoke arise in the tube.

"She's been gone for over a week, that's enough sulking" Franki growls, then bangs a fist in the door. The door opens quite fast, Eli stood in nothing but a t-shirt and his boxers. His face red and eyes swollen.
"I'm not sulking" he starts, then takes a deep breath in, trying to focus himself. "I'm mourning my guardian angel. It's okay. You wouldn't understand" He slams the door in Franki's face, catching some of her hair between the door and it's frame. Franki growls loudly, Eli opens the door again. "Who's next? Elli? Patti?! Fuck, you could even take your own daughter just for a feed!!" Eli grows angry quite quickly, "I hope you're please you've lived up to your name. Franchesca death" He finishes, he kicks her hair out of his room and slams the door again.
"Plot twist" I sing, having a small laugh to myself. Franki and kali both send me death glares, I smile widely at them through my long purple fringe and pack another bong.

Franki slams both of her fists on Eli's door in anger, she growls again before walking away. Kali following close behind her.

"Was that seriously it?" I call out, watching the two strong woman walk to the lounge, "ugh, disappointing" I groan and stand up,
"I'm worried about big brother" Elli grabs my long sleeve "he's super sad" she looks at his red door, frowning.
"Yeah, shit happens kid" I put the bong down in the corner and go over to his door, knocking lightly
"I said fuck off bitch!"
It's as if he's calling to be killed. "It's just me Eli" I stay calm. I mean, I've had eighteen bongs this morning. How could I not?
His room stays quiet, I sigh and lean my forehead against the red wood. "I don't know what you're going through, but I'm here for what ever you need. Be it a talk, hug, sex or even a bong. I got choo fam" I mutter low enough for just me and him to converse. I could hear him sigh a whimper,
"She's really gone" he sniffles
"Can I tell you something?" I try to change the subject, hoping to at least distract him a little. More silence from the door, I take this as a yes and continue my story.
"When gargoyles turn 16, their mothers disintegrate. So, naturally my mum tried to kill me the day before my sweet 16. She wasn't going to stop trying, I had to keep running and dodging everything. And I think..." I pause, hearing him sniff again "I think that's what life is all about, running from things that hurt you. I mean look at me, never sober, never the real me" I slide to the ground and turn around so my back was against his door. "What I'm trying to say is, it's okay to hurt. I watched my bitch of a mum turn to dust right in front of my eyes, and I know it was my fault. But that's okay I guess, we have to learn and move on. Eventually anyways" I shrug,
Eli opens his door, and I fall back unexpectedly. I look up from the ground, seeing right up his boxers, "come here often?" I smile, shooting him a wink

"Get up" he grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet. "What did you do after?" He asks,
"Had a gat with her ashes of course" I pull a brownie out of my pocket, "want one?" I offer him the chocolate delicacy. He shakes his head, this surprises me but I shove the cake in my mouth anyways.
"Are you saying if I smoke Mei, I'd feel better?" He raises an eyebrow,
"Uh, not exactly. I felt like shit for a while, I guess it's still fresh, only two years ago..." I start to ponder, thinking about the great times I had with my family. "I think you shouldn't be sober at this point, wallowing in pity won't help"
"And drugs will?" He wipes away his dried tears,
"Maybe not drugs, you could seriously fuck yourself" I scratch the back of my head, knowing he's not taking me seriously.
"Life has already fucked me Vicki. In the ass with a 12 foot 28 diameter cock" he looks away from me
"Those are rookie numbers!!" Becki shouts, over hearing our conversation.
"And you've taken that dick like a champ" I place both of my hand on his shoulders, he looks at me, more tears arising in his blueish grey eyes. "I know you need support right now" I snake my hands off his shoulders and hug him "I'm not the person for that, but if you need any drugs, I can help" I let him go and start to leave
"Can I have a gat?" He grabs my hand, his hands feel clammy against my cold skin. "I'd also like to hear more about your past"
"I thought you'd never ask!!" I smile wide at him. Eli tries to smile back but it falls quickly.
"Little steps my baby scallop" I lift his hand to my lips and lick his index knuckle, he pulls away like lightning. I laugh a little, pulling a bag of weed out of my pocket, "let's get high" I grab his hand and slam the bag into his palm.