This was made before some parts of Chapter three and I'm trying to get back into the habit of posting more often. I don't have anything else except depression going on in my life so why not.
"What do you mean Ms. Figg can't take it?" Vernon growled. Harriette's eyes opened at the loud sound. She shifted, wondering what was going on with Ms. Figg. She was the lady that usually took care of Harriette when the rest of the family went on vacations.
"Ms. Figg isn't doing too well, and needs to see a doctor about it," Petunia's voice was much softer but Harriette was used to listening in on their conversations. She had to learn to always be paying attention to these kinds of things. Knowing made it easier to avoid angering Vernon, and Dudley. Petunia was a little harder to avoid angering, but she never hit her so it wasn't as dangerous, even if Harriette wanted to not make her mad.
"What are we going to do with that thing then?" Vernon growled. They were definitely referring to Harriette now, and Vernon was already angry. Harriette would need to be on her best behavior until he's not as mad. He didn't just hit Harriette when he was mad, he had once or twice hit Aunt Petunia. And one time when they were much younger even hit Dudley.
"We'll- well, maybe we could take her-him to the daycare, sh-he wouldn't be able to cause any trouble and it'll be cheaper than buying he-him a whole ticket-pass."
"We're not bringing that thing with us," Vernon said.
"Where else is he going to go?" Petunia asked. "We don't have anyone else. Margaret and Samantha are both already starting to get suspicious. Alex is terrified of he-him! Martha can't add another child to her situation. None of Dudley's friends like he-him enough to let him stay over! And don't even suggest your sister. We can't afford another- incident. We have to take h-him anyway, we might as well put him in the daycare. It's the least risky option."
"Fine! FINE! But if it ruins this trip I'll personally skin it," Vernon growled. "Payments be damned!"
"Alright," Petunia said. Harriette shifted in her room. Wondering where they were going. Wondering if she should pack a bag. Wondering if assuming to pack a bag would make them angrier. Vernon didn't seem pleased that she was going with them.
Harriette decided that she'd slowly sneak pack her things. She didn't have much to begin with, but she'd be happier if she at least brought her blanket with her. So everyday when the school day started, uncle Vernon wasn't home by then, Harriette would pack her blanket and her birthday gift from two years ago, the light, and the pencil case. Somedays she'd pack some of her smaller treasures too. Secreting them away in gaps between compartments in her ratty school bag. If Dudley or Petunia noticed neither said anything.
"Harriette, I want you to clean your room," Petunia said, tossing a trash bag at her. "I don't want there to be anything in it when I check it today or tomorrow."
"Why do we have to bring them with us to Freddys," whined Dudley on the day of the trip, it was for his _ birthday after all. Dudley had overheard talking…more like his father yelling at his mother for the past week over little things more. It kind of scared him, Dudley had seen one of his friends being hit by family, and now the same kinds of things are happening with his dad. Dudley's thoughts turned darker as they rode in the car. It was happening more and more and it did scare him. The odd dark voice telling him to break his mom's glass rose that his late aunt got her, or how his father liked his friends more than him. The one that really scared him was when it said that Harriette was the reason behind his family breaking up and that he should hurt them. Dudley wasn't completely stupid, he wasn't good at schoolwork, but he was good at telling things about people. He'd learned from watching his friends' families that his wasn't normal. When he was younger he'd believed that voice when it told him Harriette was the reason his family was like that. When Martha, one of his mother's friends, had gotten an abortion, and had adopted her oldest son out. She couldn't care for all of them so she'd found a nice family to take her oldest son. That's when Dudley realized that it wasn't Harriette's fault. They were stuck here with them. That's why Dudley had tried to stop hitting her. That and seeing the way one of his friends' dad had reacted to accidentally hitting him. It had changed Dudley's worldview. But it didn't stop that voice from telling him it was Harriette's fault. It didn't stop him from wanting to take out all the frustration he felt on her. He had to force himself to remember the time he'd overheard her crying in her cupboard.