A/N: Oh crap, another sucky chapter. Oh well, I'll write better tonight.
I have changed. I have never been a secretive person, but ever since my encounter with Frank, things have changed. I find myself with a dam across my heart, unable to show any emotion to anyone, other than Riff, of course. I cannot avoid Frank, only his eyes. I move around like a small mouse, trying to go through life without calling attention to itself, for to be noticed is death.
I worry more about Cyproheptidine than Frank now. I haven't told her why I was gone, I haven't told Riff for that matter, but she looked so...puzzled when she walked in on Frank and me. What goes on in her mind? She is such a puzzling creature, I wish I knew her better; she is so interesting, so intense.
I need to tell Riff-Raff. I've never been able to keep anything from him, and I'd be surprised if he didn't know already. But we have a trust, the two of us, and to not tell him this would be to betray him, to betray us.
I slipped into his room before he came into it. He was still closing up the kitchen for the night. His room was bare, the walls whitewashed stone, making it look as cold as an empty refrigerator. The canopy bed was draped in black curtains. I settled on it, my dress blending in with the rest of the bed.
The door opened. To my surprise, I heard two sets of footsteps, then a voice-my brother's.
"Leave. Now, please."
Then another voice, Cyproheptidine's, "Oh, Riff-Raff, please? I'm getting so tired of Frank, and I know he is of me. Just this once? No one will ever know."
"Cyproheptidine," my brother protested, "please, please go away. I need to go see to my sister, she needs me."
"Oh, come on now," her voice was sickly sweet, "Your sister is a young woman perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Plus...she'll never be able to please you in the same way I could..."
I blushed at this. Then, I saw a perfectly manicured hand grab the bed curtains. I cringed as they were flung aside. Riff, who was facing me, saw me first.
"Magenta?"
"Riff," I started, "I need to talk to you."
Cyproheptidine sneered. "Well, say it, girl, you can say it now, I don't care."
"But I-"I started to protest.
"Say it!"
"Riff, I'm pregnant."
I have changed. I have never been a secretive person, but ever since my encounter with Frank, things have changed. I find myself with a dam across my heart, unable to show any emotion to anyone, other than Riff, of course. I cannot avoid Frank, only his eyes. I move around like a small mouse, trying to go through life without calling attention to itself, for to be noticed is death.
I worry more about Cyproheptidine than Frank now. I haven't told her why I was gone, I haven't told Riff for that matter, but she looked so...puzzled when she walked in on Frank and me. What goes on in her mind? She is such a puzzling creature, I wish I knew her better; she is so interesting, so intense.
I need to tell Riff-Raff. I've never been able to keep anything from him, and I'd be surprised if he didn't know already. But we have a trust, the two of us, and to not tell him this would be to betray him, to betray us.
I slipped into his room before he came into it. He was still closing up the kitchen for the night. His room was bare, the walls whitewashed stone, making it look as cold as an empty refrigerator. The canopy bed was draped in black curtains. I settled on it, my dress blending in with the rest of the bed.
The door opened. To my surprise, I heard two sets of footsteps, then a voice-my brother's.
"Leave. Now, please."
Then another voice, Cyproheptidine's, "Oh, Riff-Raff, please? I'm getting so tired of Frank, and I know he is of me. Just this once? No one will ever know."
"Cyproheptidine," my brother protested, "please, please go away. I need to go see to my sister, she needs me."
"Oh, come on now," her voice was sickly sweet, "Your sister is a young woman perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Plus...she'll never be able to please you in the same way I could..."
I blushed at this. Then, I saw a perfectly manicured hand grab the bed curtains. I cringed as they were flung aside. Riff, who was facing me, saw me first.
"Magenta?"
"Riff," I started, "I need to talk to you."
Cyproheptidine sneered. "Well, say it, girl, you can say it now, I don't care."
"But I-"I started to protest.
"Say it!"
"Riff, I'm pregnant."
