A/N: God! I'm so good!!! I really like this chapter ok? Don't get
between me and my self esteem!
I ran along through the parking lot of my mother's workplace. The leaves were blowing across, and as it was dark, I kept on mistaking them for roaches. I hated roaches, they frightened me.I could be covered with rats, or scorpions, I didn't mind spiders, but just one roach.. Though it was the middle of summer, it was well below freezing. The temperature on Transylvania rarely reached above freezing, even on the hottest days. Back then I didn't think this odd, but after so many years on Earth-well.. I kept on stumbling over cracks in the pavement.but I kept on running. I needed to see my mother.
I never did have a very good relationship with my mother, but right now she was the only one I could think to talk too. I had thought about talking to Cyproheptidine, but after the warning she has given me, I knew that wasn't the best idea. Nobody back at the castle knew where I was, and I knew my brother, at least, worried about me. I had been gone for over two days now, running back to the city as fast as I could. Frank would be angry when I got back, possibly beating me, but a need to talk to someone.
I reached the door of the lounge where my mother worked. As soon as I opened it, a could of cigar fumes and cheap perfume smacked into my face like a wet towel flung in a high school locker room. I felt my way through the dark and crowded lobby to the reception desk.
"Excuse me," I asked the clerk at the desk, waking him up, "is Sertraline around? I need to speak with her."
Without responding he turned and walked away from me. I looked around. There were men everywhere, at different levels of intoxication. I could see some of them eying me.their eyes running up and down my legs, buttocks, stomach, and meager chest. I tried to avoid their glances.
My mother pushed her way through the crowd. She looked surprised to see me. I motioned outside and then walked through the doors, unable to stand the stench of cigars any longer. She met me outside, leaning against the wall. To my dismay, she held a burning cigarette in her hand.
"Well, long time no see, Magenta, darling. It's nice of you to finally call on your dear old mother. I've been all alone since Imipromene left me." She was obviously thrilled to see me.
"Mother, it's not my fault Imipromene left. I came to talk to you because I need help."
"Let me guess.you got yourself knocked up, hmm? Is that it? You just though it would be one night of fun, didn't you? Just a little romp in the hay? Well let me tell you something dearie.everything has its own consequences.I've had to suffer through them just as much as anyone else, so don't come complaining to me. Just tell me-who was it? That "employer" of yours? The "prince"? Don't expect any benefit from him because of this bastard child; you won't get 'em."
God, she was good. "No mother; it's not Frank.It's Riff."
I ran along through the parking lot of my mother's workplace. The leaves were blowing across, and as it was dark, I kept on mistaking them for roaches. I hated roaches, they frightened me.I could be covered with rats, or scorpions, I didn't mind spiders, but just one roach.. Though it was the middle of summer, it was well below freezing. The temperature on Transylvania rarely reached above freezing, even on the hottest days. Back then I didn't think this odd, but after so many years on Earth-well.. I kept on stumbling over cracks in the pavement.but I kept on running. I needed to see my mother.
I never did have a very good relationship with my mother, but right now she was the only one I could think to talk too. I had thought about talking to Cyproheptidine, but after the warning she has given me, I knew that wasn't the best idea. Nobody back at the castle knew where I was, and I knew my brother, at least, worried about me. I had been gone for over two days now, running back to the city as fast as I could. Frank would be angry when I got back, possibly beating me, but a need to talk to someone.
I reached the door of the lounge where my mother worked. As soon as I opened it, a could of cigar fumes and cheap perfume smacked into my face like a wet towel flung in a high school locker room. I felt my way through the dark and crowded lobby to the reception desk.
"Excuse me," I asked the clerk at the desk, waking him up, "is Sertraline around? I need to speak with her."
Without responding he turned and walked away from me. I looked around. There were men everywhere, at different levels of intoxication. I could see some of them eying me.their eyes running up and down my legs, buttocks, stomach, and meager chest. I tried to avoid their glances.
My mother pushed her way through the crowd. She looked surprised to see me. I motioned outside and then walked through the doors, unable to stand the stench of cigars any longer. She met me outside, leaning against the wall. To my dismay, she held a burning cigarette in her hand.
"Well, long time no see, Magenta, darling. It's nice of you to finally call on your dear old mother. I've been all alone since Imipromene left me." She was obviously thrilled to see me.
"Mother, it's not my fault Imipromene left. I came to talk to you because I need help."
"Let me guess.you got yourself knocked up, hmm? Is that it? You just though it would be one night of fun, didn't you? Just a little romp in the hay? Well let me tell you something dearie.everything has its own consequences.I've had to suffer through them just as much as anyone else, so don't come complaining to me. Just tell me-who was it? That "employer" of yours? The "prince"? Don't expect any benefit from him because of this bastard child; you won't get 'em."
God, she was good. "No mother; it's not Frank.It's Riff."
