The Butterfly Thieves

Chapter Ten

I walked into the house, slamming the door hard behind me, not wanting that young copy version of Thomas to follow me in the house. I hated the way he spoke to me, as if he was smarter than me, as if he knew more.

"Oh, Milly-" Thomas started, as he was washing the dishes.

"I don't like your friends. You, I can handle, that fuckin idiot?" I said, starting to stomp upstairs. "He's a moron!"

He was caught off , and he was trying to fix the mess without knowing the cause. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, come back here, let us talk."

I sighed but went back to Thomas. "What?" I asked, crossing my arms.

Just then, Jason walked it, pinching his nose. "Hey, where are the bandages?"

Thomas' eyes went wide, looking at me, and then to him, and started laughing. "Milly, stop throwing things at people. Your aim is too good."

"He started it," I mumbled.

"I was trying to be your friend," Jason said in a higher pitch voice.

I would have laughed, but I was still very upset with him. "I didn't ask you to be my friend."

"Milly," Thomas started. "I sent Jason out there to make peace with you. I wanted you to see someone your age, thriving because of Earnest Town. . what did you throw at him?"

"A book."

"Hard," Jason chimed in. "It really hurt!"

"Jason, she threw a bowl at my head two weeks ago, and about split my head. This stuff happens when you take people."

I couldn't help to smirk at the thought of that day. "Look, I didn't ask for you to take me, and I didn't ask you to befriend me. This Earnest Town crap sounds crazy and I don't want any part of this. I just want a fuckin cigarette! I haven't had one since I got here. I just want a fuckin cigarette, I want to fuckin go outside without permission, I want to fuckin leave! I want to go back to my life."

"Milly, please, let's breathe-"

"Fuck you, Thomas. I'm going upstairs. Leave me alone," I yelled at them, starting upstairs, distances and space from those two idiots.

"Milly," Thomas called for me. I didn't reply, and instead just stomped hard on the stairs, and slammed my door. I didn't have the energy, or the will to scream, hit, throw anything anymore. Instead of making a scene, I just laid on the bed, covering myself with the blankets, hiding.

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There were two knocks on my door. "Milly?" Thomas asked at the door. I had actually fallen asleep, seeing the light in the house, seeing how dark it was. "Milly, wake up, honey?"

"Call me honey again, and I'll push you down those stairs," I mumbled, closing my eyes and burying my head in the pillow.

I could hear the small laugh. "Fair enough. Can we talk?"

"No."

"Okay, I'll talk," he said, sitting on my bed. I groaned, and looked up to him, peaking over my covers. "Jason wants to be your friend."

"What are we? Five? I don't give a damn what he thinks."

"Jason wants to help you. He doesn't want to harm you. He wants to do what I do."

"Kidnap people?"

"I thought we agreed to KINDnapping."

"Still very stupid," I said, putting covers over my head.

"He wants to find worthy people for Earnest Town."

"Where is Earnest Town?" I asked. "I don't know much about it."

He let out a long sigh. "Well, Earnest Town was founded about 20 years ago by a group of men . . . . I was part of that group as well."