Chapter 6: An Angry Petunia
This is about a few weeks later. On their way to the park.
At this point, I had started walking by Lily's house, first, before going the park, and sneaking away had become easier. It was easier to hide bruises, and just pretend to be normal for once. A kid. Not someone who has to take care of their mother, or worry about what happens behind closed doors when they're not home. No, that was always in the back of my mind when I was around Lily.
"Tuney, are you coming with me to the park?" Lily asked hopefully.
Tuney came out of her room and got as far as the top of the steps before she saw me. She gave me a long look of disgust and simply said, "no."
"But Tuney, come on! I miss you!" Lily begged. Tuney paid no attention.
"So I guess Tuney's not coming with us, then?" I inferred.
Lily shook her head miserably, as Tuney practically screamed, "Don't call me that! My name's Petunia, for God's sake."
"Ok, sorry," I state, quickly, and unapologetically.
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We started walking away from the house, and when she knew Petunia couldn't hear them, Lily said sterly, "Don't do that."
"Do what?" I ask innocently.
"You know what! Stop egging her on! You know she doesn't want you to call her that and it's bad enough that she doesn't play with me anymore, but now she hates me!" Lily cried.
"Okay, okay! I'm sorry. And for the record, I don't think she hates you: it's me she hates. I think she's actually quite fond of you, but she just doesn't know how to tell you she cares," I reassure her.
"I hope so," she sighs.
I know this one's really short but I plan for the next chapter to be a lot longer.