greed and wealth | charade
Aug 3, 2020 2:47:24 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Aug 3, 2020 2:47:24 GMT -5
c l i o.
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"Clio take care of your brother and sister, okay?" A kiss on the forehead, a pat on the back. "You are all they have." She watches as her mother climbs down the cracked steps of their tiny home. Father stands by the small veggie garden they had built together, bags packed in hands as he hurries his wife along.
"Hurry up Margret!" He grumbles his fingers clasping around mothers wrist. "We made a deal. We knew the consequences, knew what we would be giving up!" his voice is quiet, she almost misses it, straining to hear his quickly fading voice. "This is," his voice cuts in and out, "wealth." A frown creases her forehead as he brothers small face appears behind the door frame.
"Where did mum and," a yawns interrupts, his cheeks slightly rosy as he rubs his tired eyes, "dad go?" He reaches up to grab her hand and Clio forces a smile to spread across her lips, picking up her younger brother she places a kiss on the tip of his nose.
"They went out. Mum said she had a very important mission, top secret. She doesn't know when she will get back, but said I am to take very good care of you," she walks them into the the kitchen, it was very small. The appliances old and rusted, but functioning. "How about I warm you some milk and you go back to bed?" She places him on the bench, opening the tiny fridge to pull out the milk and turning on the stove. Jasper watches her work quietly, his eyes drifting towards the door.
"They will be back before you know it," she lies, her gut twisting slightly. She shouldn't lie to him, but she didn't have it in her to tell him the truth. The milk begins to boil and she pours it into a cup, handing it to her brother. "Take that to our bedroom. Get some sleep, okay?" She places him on the ground, gently nudging him to the small room that the three of them shared. He nods, sipping at the milk as he disappears into the darkness. Clio turns her eyes back to the door, her mothers kiss still burning the skin of her brow.* * *
She wakes heart pounding, gasping for breath. She had tossed and turned all night. Sweat soaked the base of her skull, the worn material of her pyjamas sticking to her skin. Since her parents had departed she had taken the spare room, her brother and sister sleeping in the tiny room next door. Eyes travel to the window, a crack ran up the center, splitting her view in two. Stars littered the night sky, the moon bright and high. Trying to be as quiet as she can she shuffles the window open, her skin kissed with cold air. A sigh escapes her lips, her eyes half closing as she enjoyed the feeling of fresh air against her sweat saturated skin.
She hadn't been sleeping well for weeks, but last night her dreams had been filled with Micah. With his knife against her throat, his words brushed against her ears. Then it would flash to his panicked gaze as he fled, he never looks over his shoulder. Not even once. In her dreams he does, his face blank. No mouth. No eyes, no nose. Just pale skin, smooth. Just the thought causes her skin to crawl, causes the winds cool breeze to feel like ice.
Shaking her head she moves to close the window when she hears it. The gentle thudding of movement. Frowning, she freezes, her body straining to hear more, whilst she fights the urge to back away and bury herself under her covers. Easing closer to the window she peaks out, she could see nothing in the garden. No movement- what was that? She watches as a shadow on the ground moves across the silhouette of her roof. It pauses, looking down at where she stood safely hidden beauty her roof.
Jasper and Charlie.
They were still tucked away in there beds. She couldnt- wouldn't let anything happen to them. Quickly she runs into the kitchen, her fingers close around the handle of a broom. She rushes back to her room, her eyes watching the shadowy figure. "Whose there?" She demands, trying to put as much intimidation into her voice as she can. "Show yourself!"