“I hate Mother’s Day.”
“Well you’re not alone in that.”
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“I hate Mother’s Day.”
“Well you’re not alone in that.”
Ellyn was carrying more plates than she probably should at any given moment, but the diner was full and she was busy. “I’m kinda busy here, so if you’re not going to sit at a booth and order something, then I don’t have time for you.”
So much noise that wreck would’ve done, the calamity damage would’ve made for traumatic incident . By luck the banshee silent saved them from a gory scene awaiting in the next room. Fresh blood painted the panels in splatter pattern. The smell will get strong , potent someone will notice. Someone will walk in that room, that room that became a death trapped over months. No one saw it coming, maybe Ernie knew, maybe Ernie acknowledge the weak overhead light beam and choose to ignore. His mouth goggles open, that’s all ever be known. The spit accumulating from the side of his mouth, as her eyes flew open.
“Take me home?! Take me home, take me now.”
Ellyn startled visibly when the girl opened her eyes suddenly and demanded to be taken home. What the actual hell. “Hey, Rodney,” she called, not taking her eyes off the girl. “I think we’re good.”
Ellyn stood up and offered her hand to the girl. “Um, are you okay? Because you kind of passed out.”
She held the phone tightly in her shaking hand, waiting for Stiles to answer. “S-Stiles? H-Hey, um… No- N-No, I’m-” Dez laughed breathlessly when he cut off the obvious lie. “Okay. Right. ‘M not fine. . No, you don’t need to come home. Ellyn’s here.” She smiled weakly at her cousin. “Just talk to me for a few minutes?”
Ellyn didn’t know what to do with herself so she slid down the wall to sit beside Dez. She wondered how often this happened to Dez. If Ellyn was concerned she wondered how much worse it was for her cousin. Ellyn tried to smile back reassuringly. She wasn’t good at taking care of other people.
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that’s not call being suggestive omf
I know. She was too embarrassed to do anything more. I tried. She didn’t want anything to do with my suggestions.
Send “✉” for a text that wasn’t sent.
text: So, what the hell happened the other day?
Send “✿” for a suggestive text.
text: So, what are you wearing?
“I am seriously considering punching the next person who wishes me a Happy Mother’s day.”
Send “✆” for a morning text. Send “✉” for a text that wasn’t sent. Send “☎” for a rushed text. Send “⁇” for a drunk text. Send “✿” for a suggestive text. Send “ø” for a late night text. Send “✘” for a hateful text.
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Hey guys, I’m around for a while. If you want a starter feel free to like this or come talk to me in my ask if you prefer plotting first. I’m pretty much up for anything.
Hey i know tomorrows #mothers day and it can be a shitty day for a lot of ppl so
If u have a Bad mom or an absent mom or no mom im your mom now. Its me. I am so proud of you and everything you have done, and ur a good person. im taking you out to get ice cream
“Do I really have to?”
The metal clicking goes unheard, the banshee passes out, though her eyes are open. A dead gaze over take them, almost as if she were really dead. What she can’t help quickly disrupt the order of the small business here. A heavy light creaks from above Ernie, it’s none of the supernatural, but it might as well be. The light beams balance from two wires, poorly set in Ernie’s office. It swings loosely, as the clicking prolongs, growing louder. He won’t noticed, he can’t hear it. The wires are weak, it s n a p s, light beam falls right over Ernie striking him down, as the light beam bashes his skull right in.
Ellyn didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t used to people randomly losing consciousness in her place of work. She wasn’t sure what the protocol was. “Hey, Rodney,” Ellyn called. A man’s head poked around a car not far from her. “Hey, can you call an ambulance? Got a customer who passed out. She might have hit her head or something. I don’t know.” Rodney nodded, pulling out his phone and dialing.
“Hey, girl,” Ellyn said turning back to the banshee. “Please wake up.”
“No. What I’m saying is that what caused those attacks isn’t an animal, nor is it a human, it’s somewhere in between the two.”
Ellyn wasn’t following. “Okay, I have no idea what you’re trying to say. You’re going to have to spell it out for me.”
Stiles pouted. “I want cookies, so I’ll wait, but I wanna hear…just after we make cookies.”
“You are persistent.” She sighed. “Let’s make cookies and then maybe your dad will be home and you can interrogate him instead of me.”