Velma walked into her old apartment, looking around. Home sweet home. It had been over a month since she had been home, and it seemed like a mansion compared to the old dump she'd been living at. She dropped her black Coach bag on the floor, walking past the bathroom and towards her bedroom. She heard the water dripping from the sink and stopped in her tracks, walking into the bathroom. She smirked, turning the faucet all the way so it stopped. "Not gonna happen," she said, leaving and walking into her bedroom.
She heard the door open; one of the guards from the jail was standing in the doorway with a big box. "Velma?" he called. "Got your personals."
Velma walked out. "Oh, jus' throw it on the couch or somethin'," she told him. She knew she was going to probably have to clean a little before Rebecca came. She looked around the living room, which had remained dirty and messy. She shrugged. Oh well, she thought to herself. The kid can clean it for me. The guard left, and she walked over to a small table in the corner of her kitchen, where an old radio was sitting. She turned the dial towards a station without static, and opened the box. She laughed a bit once she saw all the lingerie items inside and the risque outfit full of lace and leather she had worn the day she got arrested. She picked it up, looking at it as she sneered her lip. There was still some blood on it. She shoved it back into the box and kicked it to the side, walking back into her bedroom. How was Rebecca going to react to this? She was going to live with the person who killed her mother. As the realized that, she couldn't help but laugh. Harrison was an idiot.
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She walked back over towards the door and opened it, seeing a little girl standing in front of her, holding a pink bag. A tall man was standing next to her. She studied the girl quickly; that was Rebecca, alright. She was tiny with long chestnut colored hair and big brown eyes. She had possessed the same qualities of Veronica, and she even saw a bit of her own features in her face. She actually looked somewhat cheerful, regardless of the situation. She shrugged it off, the murder had happened over a month ago; maybe Rebecca was starting to get over it.
"Ms. Kelly," the man said, nodding. Velma quickly snapped out of her thoughts and stepped to the side, letting the two in. Rebecca walked in, looking around.
"This is pretty," she said, smiling at Velma. Velma raised an eyebrow, looking around as well. If that's what ya wanna call it, she thought to herself.
The man took Rebecca's bag and put it on the table. "I'm Manny Adams, I'm here to..." Velma watched Rebecca look around the room, as the man's words slowly started to become useless slurs to her. How did she seem so happy? They had only met twice, and if that wasn't awkard enough, Velma had killed her own mother. How did she manage to keep herself together like that? She tilted her head to the side. Perhaps she inherited Velma's number one characteristic: bravery. Maybe faking a smile was something she did so people didn't know how much pain she was in. She sighed, turning back to the man. She knew how that felt.
"...And I believe that's it," he said, giving her a toothy smile. Velma blinked, hoping that he hadn't said anything important while she was dozing off.
"Mm, okay," Velma finally said, nodding.
"The moving truck will be here in about twenty minutes with Rebecca's things," he told her. Rebecca walked over to them once she heard her name. "Take care Rebecca." He nodded at Velma and exited, leaving an awkward silence between the two.
"...So," Velma finally said, breaking the silence. Rebecca looked up. Velma sighed, walking into the kitchen. Oh well. She didn't know how to entertain the kid, so hopefully she'd find a way to entertain herself.
"Where am I gonna sleep?" Rebecca asked curiously, following her into the kitchen.
Velma shrugged, pulling out a bottle of gin from the refrigerator. "The couch?" she asked. She poured it into a glass and put the bottle back into the refridgerator, looking back at the kid.
"...Oh."
They were both silent for a minute. Rebecca looked up at her, trying to break the silence this time. "You're pretty," she said, smiling.
Velma let out a small laugh through her nose. "I try, baby," she said, taking a sip of her drink.
"What's that?"
"Gin."
"Is it good?"
"Mhm."
"Oh."
There was another awkward silence. Velma stared up at the wall, checking for any cracks in the tiles. She felt Rebecca's eyes on her and tried her best to ignore it. She knew that kids her age were curious, but she didn't exactly feel comfortable with her looking at her so much. She sighed, taking a long sip of her drink. This was going to be an interesting day.
