Who: Allison and Derek Where: Hale house When: Week 12; Sunday morning Why: Allison's in a bad mood and Derek might have news Warnings: TBA
Allison sat in the corner of the nook, keeping her head down as she ate. She didn't normally eat down in the kitchen, but as part of her avoiding both Derek and Scott, she figured it'd be the last place they'd checked for her. She still wasn't sure what to do, the stress having been weighing down on her for a week now. While eating, she caught snippits of conversation, all surrounding the Fall Equinox Festival, the other slaves excited about being able to go. Miranda mentioning how she wanted to go, but with the twins, it might be too much for them.
"I'll watch them." Allison muttered, glancing up. She didn't know a thing about babies, but the conversation was getting her down. "It's not like I can leave the house anyway, right?" Some looked away at her awkwardly, and she felt tears in her eyes that she didn't want anyone to see. She was tired of being a prisoner on top of everything else. Going to the sink, she cleaned her dish, and put it on the side, quickly heading to Derek's room.
She knew she should knock, but nevertheless, she pushed her way in, finding him on his own.
"I'm tired of this." She huffed, sitting on the edge of his bed. "The whole house is talking about this festival, and I can't go because I'm some kind of... dirty little secret."