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Funnily enough, this was meant to be chapter 7! But I just started writing ideas down for this one and they slowed much more easily than the one I had planned. Thankfully because of how I have these things organized, it's easy to switch things around and still have them make sense.
Oh, I don't advise saying 'A two year old wouldn't do that!' after you've read this chapter… I mean, basically what that damn child does in this is what my niece did to me when she was two, and she's still doing it now x_x; So I kinda have experience in this segment XD Aw hell, I'm taking a lot of this as I'm typing this, just by listening to my niece outside of my room!
A certain friend may recognize a certain name…
This one's kinda a two parter, cause it was getting too long and I'm trying to keep each of these chapters below 3k.
ditto9 – Well I'm glad you liked it X3 I was afraid it was fail chapter D: Like this one XD Aw man, I want one of those Us XD! I'll just settle with my Tricell bag… For NOW :c
Kira131 – Glad you like it :3 To be honest with you, I would give the last chapter of Je M'en Fous a week or two if I work hard. Hopefully you'll be happy to know that it's a big arse chapter :c? *Up to 7k and still a lot to do* It'll be finished, don't you worry XD
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Well, enjoy?
Resident Evil – Pretty clearly not mine.
Mrs. Chambers had taught her daughter from a young age, somewhat younger than what she was now, that if she ever grazed or cut herself, she would have to clean the wounds out with water. She had been told this when she had tripped over the pavement once and had gotten gravel into the graze that had appeared on her knee.
But despite knowing all of that, she never thought she would have to clean out so many at one given time.
As Rebecca got out of her father's far from being picked up from school, she kept her head down and did her pets to pull down her school dress to cover her legs. She wasn't one to make such a fuss over little things like this.
However, attention was called to this once her mother noticed her slouched posture and attempt to conceal herself as she walked in. As her father locked the door, her mother watched the girl sit by the window. It didn't take her too long to notice one of the bruises on her daughter's legs.
"Rebecca Sweetie, what happened?" her mother asked cautiously. The girl jolted, not expecting to be addressed, especially about that. She quickly glanced at her mother, looking hopefully for a few moments.
"I tripped today." Rebecca answered quietly, "And… I slipped down the hill in the schoolyard when I did, and… Uhm… There were a lot of sticks… No, no rocks, there were a lot of rocks down the hill…"
Naturally, her mother didn't believe her, but knew far too well this was the sort of thing you couldn't pry from her. She would come tell her in her own time.
Time went on. Mrs. Chambers was in the kitchen, getting a few things ready for dinner, while Mr. Chambers was upstairs filing away some documents from work.
Rebecca stood halfway in the doorway, hiding partly while watching her mother.
"… Mummy…"
"Hm, is something the matter Rebecca?"
Her mother paused, looking over to Rebecca. Rebecca gave no definite answer to her question.
"There are some new girls at school, mummy…"
"Oh, is that so? Then I guess I'll have to invite them over for tomorrow." He mother beamed, not seeming to listen to the lack of emotion Rebecca's voice had shown. She put the knife she was using to chop the vegetables down and walked past her daughter, going for the phone. The school parent tree thing would certain have the numbers.
"No, wait mummy! Don't!" Rebecca plead, quickly going after her mother. Sadly, it was to no avail, and Rebecca wished more than ever that her mother would listen to all of what she had to say. Tomorrow? There went her cosy Saturday…
Blankets are cosy, and blankets made you feel safe…
Rebecca felt cosy and safe under her blanket, with it over herself completely, so warm thanks to it. But every so often she had a tinge of worry. Because she knew as soon as that doorbell rang...
Ring!
How subtle.
Rebecca threw the blanket off of herself and hoped down from her spot, sprinting over to her mother as she went for the door.
"Don't mummy, please!" Rebecca once again begged, just like the previous day. "Please!"
"Why are you so upset, Rebecca?" her mother quizzed, "Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to play with them."
Rebecca simply pouted, not wanting to settle it on that note… But knowing there was no way out of it. She rubbed her arm, where yet another bruise remained. Once the door was open, she ran back to the lounge room and hid under her blanket yet again.
"Hello Missus Rebecca's Mum!" One of the girls behind the door chirped. There were four, three aged five, and another one two – It could easily be gathered that she was one of the girl's younger siblings.
Behind the four was a young lady, appearing thirteen or so. She gave a slight sigh of relief and offered Rebecca's mother a smile.
"Hey there." She greeted casually, "You're Mrs. Chambers, right?"
Rebecca's mother nodded her head in return.
"This is Bridget, Marilyn, Jolene and Tiffany." The young lady said, moving her hand to point at each of the girls while assigning their names, "And I'm Vivian, Bridget's older sister. I can't begin to tell you what an amazing idea this was. Especially since these girls have only been at the school a week. Well, excluding Tiffany."
"Why thank you. I'm glad you agree. Would you like to come in for a drink?" Mrs. Chambers inquired.
As her mother talked, Rebecca walked over to the coffee table with the blanket still over her. She grabbed a large pastel that had been left on the table earlier before walking back over to the window, jumping up onto the sill. Holding up the blanket from her face with one hand, she wrote on the window with the other. Sure, she would get in trouble for it later, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
"No, no, I should be heading off." Vivian said, shaking her head, "Thank you though. I'll be back around four to pick up the girls, is that alright?"
"Of course it is, don't rush now, I'm sure we'll be fine here." Mrs. Chambers assured her with a smile. As Vivian left, she glances at the girls. She had to remember names with looks, otherwise she would easily forget. Alright, Tiffany was the youngest, Bridget had long brown hair, while both Jolene and Marilyn had blonde hair – Only Jolene's just reached her shoulder
She hoped she wouldn't have to actually address the girls by names.
"I'll go get you all something to munch on." Mrs. Chambers smiled after leading the girls into the lounge room. She couldn't help but smile at little Tiffany's clumsy walking.
Hearing the conversation coming to an end, Rebecca hid once again under her blanket. This was like a nightmare for her.
Marilyn smiled while the other girls helped themselves to the comfy cushions on the couch. She walked over to the blanket by the window, and the person whom occupied it.
"Is that Becca under there~?" She asked, her voice having a strange hint of cockiness. Rebecca wanted to bite her tongue, but simply couldn't.
"Don't call me Becca!" She stated from under the blanket.
"Aw, what's the matter, you don't like that name?" Marilyn asked, grabbing hold of the blanket, and tugging it off. "Too bad, Becca, we'll call ya what we want!"
Rebecca screamed, grabbing at her head once the blanket had been removed. "You grabbed my hair, that hurt!" She cried.
"Don't be such a baby!" Jolene laughed from the couch, Bridget giggled beside her.
Rebecca whimpered to herself, looking behind herself through the window, before looking back to the four girls. She shyly got off of the windowsill, knowing that she would probably be knocked off in no time is she stayed.
While Marilyn investigated the blanket, Rebecca dashed past the girls and to the kitchen where her mother was. Before she could even acknowledge her daughter's presence, Rebecca had taken hold of her skirt.
"Mummy, please, make them go away!" She begged, trying to hush her voice so the girls outside wouldn't hear. "I promise I won't scribble on the walls again, ever! And I promise never to throw food off the table, and, and I promise not to take anymore cookies from the cookie jar!! Just please mummy, please!"
"Rebecca, really now, I don't see why you're being so hostile… They seem like such nice girls." Her mother mentioned. Rebecca felt a prang of pride knowing what the world Hostile meant.
"They seem like nice girls but they're not, Mummy! Please!! I'm begging you Mummy!!"
Mrs. Chambers knelt down, putting her hands on her daughter's shoulders. "Rebecca, just calm down. I'm here, so nothing can go wrong, okay sweetheart? Just go out there, be nice to them, and they'll be nice back."
"But Mummy…"
"No buts little miss, I know what I'm saying."
Rebecca's shoulder slouched and she bit her bottom lip, feeling her eyes tear up. The last thing she wanted to do was go out there, but… She had no choice. "Then can you come with me, Mummy…?"
Mrs. Chambers sighed, grabbing the plate of biscuits she had just put together. "Alright, if it will make you feel better."
Rebecca grabbed her mother's spare hand tightly, and walked out with her.
There was a rush to grab the sweets, though the girls put in a great effort to be polite. The only one that didn't come to fetch the treats was young Tiffany, fiddling with one of the soft plush toys Rebecca had unknowingly left around.
Her mother put the plate on the table, and walked over to the little girl, Rebecca in tow.
"No dear, that's Rebecca's." her mother said gently to the toddler, noticing Rebecca's distress seeing her toy like that.
"Not Becca's!" Tiffany stated sternly, hugging the plush close to her.
"Yes it is, dear."
"No! Mine!" Tiffany stated, getting louder.
"It's Rebecca's…"
"Not Becca's, Mine, not Becca's!" Tiffany screamed loudly, catching Mrs. Chambers by surprise.
"Fine, I'm sure Rebecca won't mind you hanging onto it for a little bit…" Mrs. Chambers finally relented. Rebecca gave another whimper, closing her eyes shut and letting go of her mother's hand. She quickly ran down the hall near by, rushing into her room.
"Wow, I hope Becca's okay! She seems a little rawr-y today." Bridget said, putting ah and over her mouth to giggle along with the other two older girls. Mrs. Chambers shook her head and looked to the direction Rebecca had run off to. She didn't know that she was alright with that nickname now.
Tiffany appeared to find this a great game. She ran after her with her hobbled steps, stopping outside of Rebecca's door. There was soon a loud thud as Tiffany kicked the door. She had a surprising amount of strength for a two-year-old.
"Tiffany Sweetie! Stop kicking the door! And Rebecca, come out of your room!" Mrs. Chambers called as the girls grabbed a few more sweets, clearly taking some of Rebecca's share.
"No, I don't want to!" Rebecca cried from behind her door. She had to move away from it because of the force of the kick. She just sat on the ground, facing the door.
"Come on now, Tiffany just wants to play with you, come out!" Her mother attempted to argue.
"I don't want to play with Tiffany! Or Marilyn! And I don't want to play with Bridget! I want to play with my friends!!" Rebecca yelled, putting her hands over her ears.
"If you come out here, I'm sure they can be your friends too."
"They can't be my friends! They're not nice at all! Even Jill's nice! They're not!"
"I'm quite sorry about this." Her mother apologized to the girls. "She's… Not usually like this."
"We don't mind." Bridget smiled, before putting on a sad face, "I just… Wish she would play with us, you know? She never plays with us at school! We don't know why! Just because we're new…"
She sobbed loudly, starting up with crocodile tears.
"I'm sorry, I'm sure after today is done, you'll all be great friends." Her mother said softly.
"Thank you Rebecca's Mum, it really means a lot to all of us…"
The other girls all nodded, thanking her. Mrs. Chambers felt quite proud, as she walked down the hall to go retrieve Rebecca.
Tiffany moved aside as Mrs. Chambers opened the door, grabbing Rebecca by the back of the dress she wore and dragged her out – There was really no other way to do it. Rebecca flailed and yelled in protest, but really to no avail. Her mother was going to make her social with these young girls where she wanted to or not. The latter being the most obvious.
As Rebecca stood in the hallway, Tiffany grabbed the back of the dress just like Rebecca's mother had, and yanked it up and down. Rebecca didn't even protest, too tired and knowing it would do no good. She simply rubbed one of her battle wounds from the day before, and walked off to what seemed like her doom.