Disclaimer; not mine.
Dedicated to a friend known as fool's cheese on for getting a fan fiction account and playing the Sims 2, which ultimately inspired this, on the same day. This is what kept distracting me. Sorry if I got boring :D
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Rain thundered down on Rebecca as she raced through the streets. Her wet red hair was plastered to her neck and face. She was crying, but no one would notice, as it was both nighttime and raining- but she had no home to go to anymore. Rebecca's green eyes darted around, looking for something, for anything. In her arms, her five-year-old son slept in her arms.
"Mama?" he murmured, slowly opening his large black eyes. Rebecca smiled down at her son, gently stroking his hair.
"Shh, Mon ange," She whispered, "it's alright, Erik, go back to sleep." The little boy didn't argue, closing his eyes once again.
Rebecca wished it were alright. No man in France would marry a pregnant widow with one son.
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"Ah Rebecca. Do come in." Rebecca unwillingly obeyed, walking in. She was completely drenched, out of breath, pale, and hungry. Her son, Erik, didn't seem much better except he was asleep, breathing slowly and shallowly.
"Now Rebecca," The man said, "If this is too work, some things will have to change." Rebecca nodded slowly, solemnly. She knew Carlos too well to trust him, but she also knew she had no other choice.
"I know…" She whispered. Carlos grinned with his yellow teeth, chuckling. His pot belly rocked as he did, and his eyebrows, already at an intense tilt, tilted a bit more, giving him an even more sinister look, if that was even possible at this point.
"Good," he said with a sleazy voice, "Now remember, no matter what you will have to listen to everything I say. No matter what. This is a big favor for you to ask, so remember that when you speak to me."
"Alright, Carlos," Rebecca said weakly, her voice wavering as tears pricked her eyes. I'm sorry.
"Don't give me that," Carlos snapped, "Stop grieving for Davet- I will have none of that."
"I'm sorry Carlos," Rebecca sighed, "I won't." Carlos grinned with his yellow teeth again, frightening her more than when he was angry.
"That's better," he laughed.
Rebecca bit her lip. She could only hope that 'some things' wouldn't hurt her more than help her.