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Chapter 5

Wynonna didn't pay attention to anyone. She rarely gave anyone a second thought (except maybe her baby sister). But Quinn was different. They didn't talk (even though Wynonna soon regretted that she said that they couldn't when they first met) but she watched the blonde with extreme intensity.

"If you wanted to ask me a question, just ask, Wynonna. I don't think many of your questions are going to be answered by your severe stares," Quinn muttered with a short smirk when they returned to their room. "I'm personally not a big fan of voyeurism."

Wynonna blinked at the girl, not knowing what to say. She wasn't used to a bluntness like the blonde's. No one could make Wynonna go silent. Usually, she had a clever quip coming out of her mouth without even thinking about it.

Quinn fell back onto her bed. "You're wondering what I meant by what I said at Group, right? You wanna pick my brain and understand what's wrong with me?"

The brunette shook her head and admitted, "I was actually just wondering if you lived in Purgatory."

The blonde stared at Wynonna, caught off guard. "How'd you know?"

"Because that's where I live," Wynonna told her.

Quinn gulped and got up from her bed. She walked over to the brunette and sat on the floor in front of the brunette's bed. "This isn't my first crazy house. I've been in different ones since I was ten. My parents put me in this place two years ago. They're angry because they think the meds aren't working. Because I'm not changing my story."

"And what is that?" Wynonna asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

Quinn's eyes flicked up and bore into Wynonna's as she sat down across from the blonde. She opened her mouth as if she was going to tell Wynonna, but then she closed it. After a few minutes, she commented, "I thought you didn't want me to tell you my story."

Wynonna almost physically flinched. She hadn't met someone as guarded as herself like Quinn. She wasn't offended by the blonde's lack of an answer. She was disappointed, sure. But the brunette knew that if the blonde was dealing with demons, it would be hard to talk about it. And she knew she wouldn't tell the blonde her story either.

So Wynonna put on a smirk and replied, "I don't, Q. I don't want to even have to consider that someone has it worse than me."

Quinn snorted and moved away from Wynonna. "You're really something, Wynonna."

"By something, you mean hot, right?" The brunette joked and sat down on her bed.

"You can tell yourself that, Wyn. But I wasn't the one staring like a crazy person," Quinn replied with a grin that spread across her face.

"Come on, Q. We're all crazy here. At least we're supposed to be."

"Bulshar," Nicole repeated, with cold tone to her voice. Something that definitely wasn't normal for her.

"I heard you the first time, Haughty," Wynonna snapped. "I know about the man who rose up a couple of months ago. Kinda hard to forget, you know?"

Nicole was about to argue back, but Waverly interrupted, "I think what Wynonna means is to ask you what you mean by the 'Cult' part. We hadn't heard of such a thing."

Wynonna raised her eyebrows at Nicole, waiting for an explanation.

Haught cleared her throat and clarified, "Dolls and I have been doing some research from BBD files. There were these massacres committed by a group of people. They called themselves the Cult of Bulshar. And they usually left that symbol behind… among the dead bodies."

Before Wynonna had a chance to ask Nicole why she hadn't told her about this information before now, Quinn questioned, "Who the hell is Bulshar? And why is this symbol of his on my neck?"

The Heir turned to her friend and said, "Bulshar is this dick that we tried to prevent from rising. But we couldn't. My great-great-grandfather, Wyatt Earp, pissed him off by killing two of his sons. So Bulshar put this curse on our family. All the people that Wyatt killed would rise up and continue to rise up until all of them are killed and sent back to hell again. Ergo, Revenants. Revenants that only I, the Heir, can kill. And for why his symbol is on your neck, I have no goddamn clue. But maybe Officer keeps-a-lot-to-herself knows."

The redhead narrowed her eyes at her girlfriend's sister. "Earp, you didn't even want me to know-"

"Okay, stop, guys," Waverly told them. "Nicole and Dolls obviously know more than us. So let's go talk to him as well. Maybe he will have some sort of insight."

"Baby-" Nicole said, feeling guilty about not telling Waverly.

"Not important right now, Nicole," Waverly bit back. "Let's go to the station. Maybe Jeremy can figure out why Quinn's neck burned Wynonna." Everyone nodded and got up. "Can I talk to Wynonna alone for a second?"

Wynonna nodded and turned to Quinn, who looked worried to be away from her. "It'll just be a sec, Q. Haught might not seem like it, but we can trust her. You're safe with her."

Quinn smiled shortly at Wynonna before following a very surprised Nicole out the door.

"Can you believe it? Your girlfriend and my b- friend- boss- Dolls kept information from-"

"I'm so sorry, 'Nonna," Waverly whispered with shame spread across her face. "I can't believe you had to be in those places where they treated you like you were crazy. You shouldn't have had to go through that."

Wynonna frowned, mad at herself for hurting Waverly. "Oh, baby girl. That's not your fault." She walked over and wrapped her arms around her sister. "As I said before, you were too young to do anything. And I was too stubborn to… try to be better."

Waverly cried out, "I can't even believe what it must have been like for you! So young and alone. Nobody was there for you-"

"Quinn was," Wynonna interrupted. "I didn't talk about her before now because remembering those times… hurts. But it wasn't that bad. I was just glad that you weren't screwed up like I was."

"But-"

"No buts, baby girl," Wynonna declared as she brushed Waverly's hair out of her face and then kissed her forehead. "You are not allowed to feel bad for something that you had no control over. Promise me that you will not feel guilty over this shit."

Waverly sighed and replied, "I promise. But I do not promise that I will stop trying to make it up to you. There will be more hugs and donuts in the future."

"Ah, Waves, you know exactly how to make a girl happy," Wynonna said and pulled her sister's hand toward the door. "And I'm not just talking about your skills in bed, missy. From what Haught screams while you are-"

"Wynonna!" Waverly yelled, her cheeks becoming red. Even though she was embarrassed, she was happy about the banter. It meant that Wynonna was feeling better. At least, she hoped that was what it meant.

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