Bright Blueberry #2
The light was yellow. The kind of yellow light you would imagine the sun would provide- warm, clean, the kind of light that gives everything a golden halo. A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she stood at the window, mesmerized by this seemingly holy glow.
She hadn't thought about it before it happened. It was an instinctual reaction- the kind of reaction the back of your brain has already carried out before the front brain realizes anything has happened. The butcher's knife still dangled from her fingers, a mere brush of what could have been her lipstick on it's side. In the yellow light, itlooked almost alien.
"Sit down and shut the **** up" He hadn't argued. Sitting on a too-low chair with an intent and contrite face, the six-foot tall construction worker looked more like a schoolboy being disciplined by the headmaster.
He sat, he listened, and he learned in no uncertain terms that his game was up. The alcohol, the taunting, the complete disregard for others, was going to end. His check would pay the rent and not the strippers.
Of course, she'd known about this for longer than he realized. He had thought she was passive, watching but not understanding. He thought that, to her, he still had the halo of perfection all daddy's girls have. He still couldn't quite believe it when she'd grabbed the knife and shown him what she had really learned from him.
The tiny slice on his neck had bled, and blood was soaking through his ratty white shirt turning a dark brown that she wouldn't wash out. Like the scar that would develop when he didn't treat the cut, it was a reminder. Afraid to stand up from the chair, but afraid to stay, his muscles tensed and the blue veins finally bulged out of his neck and forehead, showing his wan soul for what it was.
She only had another few moments. Without turning around, she knew this. As if the gods understood, the clouds slowly cleared and the golden light faded to the clear, cold blue that matched her eyes. Pulling the flask out of the jacket pocket right next to his heart,she took a swig. She was still years away from that being legal, but there was nobody that would tell her no.
She hadn't thought about it before it happened. It was an instinctual reaction- the kind of reaction the back of your brain has already carried out before the front brain realizes anything has happened. The butcher's knife still dangled from her fingers, a mere brush of what could have been her lipstick on it's side. In the yellow light, itlooked almost alien.
"Sit down and shut the **** up" He hadn't argued. Sitting on a too-low chair with an intent and contrite face, the six-foot tall construction worker looked more like a schoolboy being disciplined by the headmaster.
He sat, he listened, and he learned in no uncertain terms that his game was up. The alcohol, the taunting, the complete disregard for others, was going to end. His check would pay the rent and not the strippers.
Of course, she'd known about this for longer than he realized. He had thought she was passive, watching but not understanding. He thought that, to her, he still had the halo of perfection all daddy's girls have. He still couldn't quite believe it when she'd grabbed the knife and shown him what she had really learned from him.
The tiny slice on his neck had bled, and blood was soaking through his ratty white shirt turning a dark brown that she wouldn't wash out. Like the scar that would develop when he didn't treat the cut, it was a reminder. Afraid to stand up from the chair, but afraid to stay, his muscles tensed and the blue veins finally bulged out of his neck and forehead, showing his wan soul for what it was.
She only had another few moments. Without turning around, she knew this. As if the gods understood, the clouds slowly cleared and the golden light faded to the clear, cold blue that matched her eyes. Pulling the flask out of the jacket pocket right next to his heart,she took a swig. She was still years away from that being legal, but there was nobody that would tell her no.
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