[1] ALEXA, and her hell ✓ [Editing]

Growing ✓

NF ft. Fleurie — Mansion
°~•~°

"defiance, not obedience, is the American's answer to overbearing authority." —Ayn Rand
(The Ayn Rand Letter)
°• t w e n t y - s e v e n •°
°•°•°†°•°•°
°

The 23rd of January, Year 2024.

     "Enlighten me." Petro states, skipping through a folder of information he's supposed to transfer to his computer.

     Alexa stands before him in a black tank top and her old bloomers that's more like a tights now from her growth spurt. With dull eyes, she assesses the man behind his desk while adjusting her ponytail. "We have an advantage." She tells him, then proceeds to give him pointers on a piece of paper which had a sketch of the gang's base house.

     "Good." He says flatly. Alexa never fails to make him proud, but... "Are you sure you don't need my help?"

     "I told you, I'm fine. I'm graduating soon, where I'll be on my own so I'll need practice. Plus, I already have this figured out." She responds confidently, but Petro sees defiance.

     She's growing too fast for his liking. She soon won't be needing Petro anymore and her not needing him isn't a part of his plans for her. He doesn't like this. She has to need him.

     "Alright." He feigns a smile, before switching topics, sighing heavily. "Alexa, you're seventeen soon. You've been a teenager for almost 5 years. How have you not addressed me about your female necessities?" Petro is confused for real. 'If her menstrual cycle has begun occuring, what has she been doing about it?'

     She shuffles uncomfortably on her feet, blushing profusely. "I didn't know you'd want to know about those nasty stuff."

     "Oh please, child." He chuckles, "It's not nasty, it's human. You've also grown out all your clothes."

     "I'm sorry."

     Petro waves her off, pulling up his laptop to start transferring his work. "You're so humble it's actually annoying. Why will you not ask me for anything? I'll give you anything, since I am the one personally raising you... Also," He meets her gaze briefly, eyes sharp, and her back straightens, "you swore your life to me, remember?"

     She did that when she was younger and it's not like she had a choice. She's grateful for everything he's done but, she isn't a blank slate anymore. She has writings on her walls, despite them being jumbled. Alexa has grown tremendously; mentally, physically, etc. Hearing this reminder from Petro makes the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

     "I'd like to go shopping." She announces flatly.

     Petro notices this and with dark thoughts swirling in his mind, he fishes for his Black Card in his desk drawer, handing it to her. "Buy whatever you want with it."

     She takes the card, then proceeds to leave without a word and he stares after her until the door closes.

     'She's developing an attitude.' Petro Moskal chuckles.

•°•

°•°
After This Chapter
• p r o c e e d w i t h c a u  t i o n •

read • vote • comment • share
follow the author for more works after this one