Sin (![]() ![]() @ 2015-07-22 16:27:00 |
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Wednesday. Today was Wednesday. That meant Sandra’s memorial service had been yesterday, at least she thought that was what she was told but maybe it was before this, where everyone probably stood around and said good things about ashes in a damn urn. Though what sort of things could even be said about her? Sin didn’t have a damn thing nice to say; Dom didn’t either. Hell, when he was called he’d basically told them to do whatever they wanted with the damn body because he didn’t give a shit. They’d discussed it last night while only the two of them were home so they didn’t have to slip off into another room and keep their voices down. It had taken him a while to even get her to talk. He’d came in and plopped on her bed and got only one word responses until he’d wrestled her PS3 controller from her hands so she’d actually focus even though it got him cursed at for a minute or two. She didn’t want to talk about; she really was fine. But no one ever took fine at face value because ninety-nine percent of the time that word meant anything but when it came out of her mouth. Sin had no idea what he expected her to even say about the whole mess. She’d known Sandra was dead long before the phone calls they both received. There wasn’t too much to process feelings-wise. Sin was glad she was gone. There were no what-ifs in that department. It was almost as if he really was trying to get some sort of something out of her. Dom was to the point he was finally done checking on her and hopped off the bed, walking to the dresser to steal one of her cigarettes while she picked the controller back up, when he noticed the shoebox on her dresser. “What’s this?” He questioned. “Nothing. Just some memory things. Pictures, notes, that one’s just shit from when we were teenagers. Maybe a little bit younger. I think it’s even got that really craptastic Blair Witch stick figure you made and threw in my bedroom to try to freak me out in it.” That was when she remembered exactly why she’d pulled that one down the day before, because of something she’d tossed into it from that time period, and started to tell him not to open it but it was too late. Maybe he wouldn’t go through all of it. “Seriously, just leave it alone. You’re going to make things out of order.” “How does a fucking box get out of order?” He questioned, pulling things out. “Hey, I remember this.” Dom said, turning a picture of Dex and Ryss around so she’d know what he was talking about. “This wasn’t too long before her parents shut her away. Dom snorted as he pulled out the next thing. “Yeah, it’s in here. She’s coming to get you, Sin. Coming to get yooou.” He teased before tossing it at her and it bounced off her arm onto the comforter. “Hey! Don’t fucking break it! I’ve had this thing since I was eleven!” She picked it up and looked it over to make sure it was okay. “Catch. And put it back. Get out of my box!” She threw the stick figure back to him and he caught it with cupped hands before placing it back into the box with exaggerated carefulness. Ass. “Fine, fine. I’ll get out of it. I have no idea why you keep so much shit. It’s like you’re part packrat. I bet you’ve got more boxes of mementos than anyone else. If we ever go broke I’ll try and get you on that Hoarders show. I’m sure they pay some form of something for letting them air your story.” “I don’t think they do. I think the help is supposed to be the payment but I don’t need any fucking help.” She motioned for him to throw her cigarettes and lighter to her and she sparked one before moving to pull the ashtray closer to her. She had a tendency to move way too much during her fit throwing while she gamed so it was always kept at a safe enough distance when she was playing to make sure it didn’t wind up all over the blankets or the floor. Sin nodded towards the second controller charging on the floor. “Do you wanna play with me? I can put in a diff-“ That was as far as she got before Dom was holding up the charm bracelet she’d taken back from Sandra the day Li had killed her. “What’s this?” He questioned. “Is this what I think it is?” Son of a bitch. Why couldn’t he have just ignored the whole damn box and not been nosy? Probably because they’d always just rummaged through each other’s shit. Sin just shrugged. “Yeah. She didn’t deserve it and since I made it…” “Want me to just toss it out? I know none of those fucking memories you wanna keep.” As if the bracelet itself was going to trigger the memories. Those had never gone away to be brought up accidently. “How long have you even had this? I don’t remember seeing you pack it when we moved out or when we moved to Sydney.” “Nah. Just leave it.” She hadn’t fucking taken the time to go grab it from Sandra’s room just for Dom to trash it. “I’ve had it since we left her house.” Wasn’t technically a lie; she just didn’t specify the ‘we’ in her statement. “Oh.” Was the only reply she got before he dropped it back into the box quickly as if it had burned his skin. “Seriously, it’s fine. I’m fine. Well, other than I still feel like the phone’s going to ring one day and it’s going to be her on the other end but that’s really…it’ll pass. I’m good, really.” Maybe this would be the end of the conversation. “They said it was pretty bad, you know. The cop that called me said she looked like she’d been beaten to hell and back.” He grinned around his words. Sin couldn’t help the giggle that rose from her throat, she had been there and it had been so fun to watch. Luckily for her he just thought that batshit noise was coming from her out of her twisted version of amusement. “Yeah, thought you’d like that. Not exactly justice but, you know, it at least hurt like fuck for a bit and she deserved it.” Sin just nodded. “It was sort of difficult to not laugh when I was on the phone with him. Foul play and what not. Everything about the bitch was just foul, why should this have been different? It was so random too. Guess it took them a while to track us down. Shouldn’t have even bothered.” “Ugh, you’re telling me. Our aunt…whatever the fuck her name was, I think it’s the one whose house we went to for those couple of Thanksgivings? The one who had the kids and all the toys and we just sort of sat in the middle of the floor like what do we do with this shit, why are we supposed to play their games, how the fuck do you even Barbie? Anyway, I think that’s who called me trying to see if I wanted to come to the thing. Told her I had plans, was busy watching Netflix and fucking that day.” “Oooof course you did.” Dom replied with a smirk. “That was a good one, though. Probably gave her a damn stroke.” “No idea. Hung up pretty much right after I said it. She clearly got the hint because she never called back.” Sin fell silent for a moment, taking the last few hits of her cigarette and smashing it in the ashtray. “Do you think they didn’t know how she really was or do you think they just didn’t care?” That was something she’d always wondered. “What about her parents? Ever remember seeing them?” Maybe they had come around before she actually retained memories. Dom shook his head. “No idea and nah, never saw them. Probably dead. Doesn’t matter; not like we’d want shit to do with them now.” He had a valid point. “Mmm, true.” She mumbled. “Alright, close the box. We’ve done enough journeying into the past for a while.” Dom finished stuffing the rest of the things back inside it and slammed it shut. “Do me a favor. Whenever you’re done here,” He motioned to the game, “Or whenever you hit a save spot, come get me. I need to borrow your face for a while.” “Oh good lord. What am I going to be now?” “You’ll see if it works. I need to try it out before I bring it up to Tran just in case it fails so he’s not wasting time on it when I can guinea pig you first.” Sin rolled her eyes. “When did I sign up to be a glorified lab rat?” Dom snickered. “The day you started paying my tuition. Now hurry up because it might take a while and I know if I don’t finish before Li gets home your ass is gonna jump right up on me until I can wrangle you back in there.” He headed out of her bedroom door. “Will not!” She called out after him before she heard the thud of his door closing. |