Why is it always us? ON HOLD

To Hell and Back

3rd Pov :

Penny did love visiting her grandfather, well, adoptive grandfather. She doesn't remember when she and her parents started to come visit him every Sunday, quiet a while ago, but she has gotten used to it. Most of her friends are most likely to be at church during that time and she's been told by each of them how boring it is. Instead of sitting in a chair inside the curch of South Park, listening to father Max talk about the Bible and God, she  goes to hell and back for a whole day.

They'd arrive, have dinner with Satan, watch TV, watch him torture some strange guy, help him bake cupcakes. It was like a loop Penny didn't really want to escape from. If she was the boasting type like Katy or Carter, she would have talked all the time about these trips. Unfortunately, Penny is really quiet most of the time, to the point where even her own friends forget she's there. Actually, she felt like she needed to talk only when addressed by someone or asked a question, even if the others sometimes dragged her in the normal chatter.

Packing her bag in her room, Penny wondered how she manages to keep everything in order. Her room wasn't something spectacular but she enjoyed it, the moment you open the door to her bedroom, you get welcomed by her single bed with dark pink covers and fluffy pillows, just beneath the only window in the room, that has a magenta pair of dotted, short curtains. She had a habit of glancing out the window before going to bed and in the morning before going to the bathroom, she felt a small sense of security knowing what's going on outside.

On the left side of it, there's an elegant white desk, armed with drawers and a mini shelf.  She had a mirror attached to the wall behind the desk, with the shelf next to it on the left, filled with books, some old and some new.  Her TV was also above this desk. She didn't watch it that often, it was very likely for her to get distracted by something else whenever she had free time. The desk is mainly for her to do her homework on but it had multiple uses in her opinion. It is accompanied by a swivelled chair that's is also white and a bunch of pencils and pens arranged neatly on the surface. On the right side there was a pink and white wardrobe, filled with your usual cloths and shoes.

Besides all that, she didn't have much in her room, she had stacked all her toys and stuffed animals in the corner of her room, for the exception of a few she held on her bed, and the few posters and pictures she had hung on the walls around.

"Penny?" She jumped in suprise at her dad's voice before gazing at him. Pip was staying in the doorway, or against it, as he watched her pack her needs in the black rucksack she owns "Are you ready?"

"Hmm." She hummed in response "I think so, is daddy ready?" Penny inquired as she placed her bag on her fragile shoulders.

"He should be, told me to meet him outside once we're ready." Pip replied cheerfully "How are you feeling honey? You look worn out."

She knew that, she couldn't really get that much sleep last night, she didn't have a nightmare or anything, it's just....she couldn't close her eyes, she felt restless and anxious, as if the whole world might fall on her if she went to sleep "I'm fine daddy, just a little bit tired, I'm ready." Penny laughed it off and followed her father out of her room, out of her comfort zone.

Her other father was in the front yard, his black hair carefully combed as his father has always been strict on appearances and wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans, along with matching brown shoes. He was playing games on his phone or texting but must have heard them coming outside because he raised his head, smiled and put his phone away in his pocket.

"Ready and set?" He asked, his voice getting a lot deeper than he intended. Penny nodded happily and clutched her dads' hands "Alright then."

And they were there.