My Love; My Life: Slipping Through My Fingers

C: Huie

*Homily Howlett*
*Angel Eyes by ABBA, but I'm using the mamma Mia 2 version-not all lyrics my apply, mostly just for background near the end*
*This chapter will revolve around multiple characters*
Setting: NewYears eve/day; New Years Eve-outside, graveyard...

"This is stupid," she mutters to herself, "what am I even doing here...not like here's any safer then home," she adds in as she looks around at all the graves with festive holiday decor on them & in the distance, "at least the lights n things look pretty," she sniffles from the cold air please don't go all 'monster' or whatever on me, idk what the act weather is like in Texas during this point of the year), "right mama?"

Mercy Howlett (née Gate)
Respected Mother & wife
1985-2035

"Come ta visit the whore Milly?"

"Yer one ta talk Asher," she huffs, unfazed by his sudden appearance-the cemetery usually was his 'territory' in the night times of the weeks, "seein as it was yer mama that slept roun town-"

SMACK!

"..." her cheek now throbbing from where he slapped her, head turned to the side & view now on the ground

"At least I don't pretend ta be somethin I ain't," he snuffs, "you n yer brothers up on her high horses actin like y'all run the joint-"

"Think ya got us confused with the Coopers," she tells him, still unfazed by the abuse

"The Coopers," he huffs recalling his first altercation with one of the boys, "yea..."

"What'dya want Asher?"

"What'dya mean "what'd want?"-this ere's my turf when the sun goes down," he reminds her, "or ave y'all fergotten that Ms. Howlett?"

"How can I?" She asks, still not looking him in the eyes, "y'all ain't let nobody ferget it."

"Well," he says as he moves around behind her, "if you plan on staying," he continues as he pulls her body towards his, "we could always have some fun..."

"Y'all might be that kinda fella," she starts as she goes unnoticed with grabbing something from her pocket, "but I ain't that kinda girl Rue," she tells him as she now turns in his arms & holds a switchblade pointed at his neck, "incest ain't somethin I'm interested in," she adds as she forces him to back away by pressing the knife into his jugular, "now get the hell away from me-"

"Oooo," he snickers, "I'm so scared," he taunts, "lil girly's gotta knife and suddenly she thinks she ms. Tough gal," he furthers, "since when does good lil Homily play with knives?"

"Since she became the only lady in a house full of fellas," she states with a glare

"I told ya we shouldn't be ere," whispering suddenly comes from somewheres around them, but neither break focus to look

"Y'all knew four of us do this every New Years," another voice whispers back

"And this year our names were picked from the hat," a third adds as the whisperings draw nearer

"Aunt Bay deserves ta celebrate New Years with us," a fourth adds in, "even though she can't be ere with us."

"Keep up Huey," the third calls

"Me," he replies in disbelief, "it's Gg who's laggin-I'm just goin slow so she don't get lost."

"I resent that!" The girl in question calls in reply

"Would y'all two keep it down," another girl hisses at them, "y'all'll wake the dead."

"Quit bein so dramatic Louie," the third girl tells her, "besides, it's New Year's Eve-we're suppose ta be getting ready ta get loud."