Obscure Occurrences |C. BAREBONE|

☛ Six ☚

• December, 1925 •

It had been three weeks since Genevieve began sneaking out to meet the Barebone boy. And at last, he began to open up to the girl. Credence felt comfortable with her, he loved the way she smiled and how her longer hair began to peek out after long days. He desired to see it in its full glory. However, Genevieve was so self-conscious of it, especially after being socialised to be a lady and keep up to date on every fashion trend. Short hair was the craze of the twenties, yet she was forbidden from cutting a strand of long, sun-kissed hair.

Currently, Credence had managed to give out each leaflet sooner than previously known possible. Finally, they had the time to sit side by side, their shoulders bumping as they watched people scuttle by. On a daily basis both would play a game of figuring out someone's whole life; how many children they had, if they were even married in the first place and their occupation. Surprisingly enough, Credence had a knack for the game.

"Okay... What about that guy!" Genevieve excitedly whispered, pointing and forgetting it was an impolite gesture. But nobody passing by cared, they were both kids.

When Credence looked over, he saw a quite plump man, his hair stark white with honourable and rich features. He could already tell he was someone important and not to mention: rich. After all, not an everyday person could afford the coat he was wearing.

"A wealthy guy... C-Children that are all boys named after him or a relative he r-regards highly... And, he owns a company?" He guessed softly, his eyes still cast down to the space in between him and Genevieve.

"I think you're right... Only forgetting that he might be an entitled ass as well" at her words, Credence had to hold in his laughter as Genevieve giggled uncontrollably beside him. However, the smile that curled at his lips couldn't be contained as he finally shifted his black orbs to her glowing face.

An hour after their immense enjoyment, Genevieve reluctantly had to leave Credence. Her eyes were lowered and her lips were straightened, Credence knew what this meant.

"It's time to go" she said seriously, her voice lowered as she leaned in slightly to Credence. He could feel her hot, comforting breath against his ear.

"Can't you stay a l-little longer" he begged.

"What about Mary Lou?... What about Father?",

"A few minutes wouldn't hurt" he mumbled as his fingers crawled up her sleeve and tugged on the cuff.

"I can't Credence",

His hold tightened. His chest swelled with hurt.

She can't wait to get rid of you, a voice whispered in his head. And for a moment, he believed the small whispers creeping into his thoughts. But one look up at her and those doe eyes had him letting go with a strong reluctance.

"I will come back" Genevieve promised as she bent down and pressed her lips to his forehead.

"You mean it?" He questioned quietly.

"With all my heart".

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Genevieve hadn't realised the time until she reached her road. The clock had ticked by faster than expected and the sun had arched across the sky in what seemed to be moments.

Her heart clenched, her breaths became more shallow and hurtful. Genevieve began to panic. Especially, when she saw her Father approach the front door of their home.

"Please, please..." she pleaded as she rushed to the back door.

Genevieve's feet proceeded to thump against the floor with each heavy footfall and accelerated sprint. Never had she been this scared... Not since that time.

When she approached the back door, Genevieve noticed the frightening expression painting Mrs. Glover's haggard features.

"Where have you been?" The old woman hissed as she dragged the poor girl inside.

"I'm so sorry, Credence needed me and-",

"I don't care what that boy needs. When your Father finds out you'll be in so much trouble".

"Don't worry Penny!" Genevieve shouted in a harsh whisper. "I promise I will wait to see him again, just don't tell Father".

Mrs. Glover contemplated Genevieve's offer for a minute. Her foot tapping in an incessant drill of worry as she flickered her eyes from the hallway and back to the little Miss.

"Please Penny" Genevieve proceeded to beg. Finally, causing Mrs. Glover to sigh and push her lightly to the staircase.

Before she sprinted to her room, Genevieve pushed her lips strongly to the withered cheek of Mrs. Glover. She couldn't believe this was working. That she had the freedom to have a friend, someone to be beside her.