Pam Hodges (pumpkinbutter) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-10-28 16:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 055, pam |
Who: Pam
When: Before 8am
Where: Kitchen
Pam didn't have a reason to be up early, but she'd never quite adjusted to sleeping in late after years of having to be at work before eight. When Hathaway was still there, she at least had a reason to be up and staying in her room, but now, she had to find other ways to entertain herself. Usually, it was done with food.
She woke up craving something sweet, like maybe cake, or a donut, but she'd had a donut for breakfast the morning before. Today she needed to eat something a little healthier, she decided, and so she wandered into the kitchen wondering if hummus was okay as a breakfast food. She quickly realized that no one was there to tell her otherwise, though, and so she went to the fridge to get her food and start her day.
But she stopped at the veggie drawer as she went to find some baby carrots. Finding a photograph in a bag in the fridge was strange enough, but the fact that the photograph was of writing made it creepy, until she realized that the handwriting was hers. She pulled the photo out of the bag and stood as she read it.
""Be mad at me later. Fuck me now." Jack purred, voice huskier than ever-- Ahh!!" She clapped a hand over her mouth to keep her yelp from alerting more people. The last thing that she wanted was more people to know about this Polaroid, and her story. Her story. This was something that she had written weeks ago, just to keep herself entertained when she was bored and lonely, that she hadn't told anyone about. And yet, here it was, left in a place where anyone could find it. Particularly Jack, which would have been painfully awkward, and this wasn't even the filthiest of what she had written!
She screamed at the realization that this story had been in the middle of a notebook just full of raunchy short stories that people in this house might not appreciate being a part of. Her heart sunk as she wondered how she hadn't even realized that it had gone missing, and now there was a chance that everything else in that book would go public. Somehow she felt like she should have expected that, but for now, she looked horrified as she glanced around the kitchen, then started pulling open every drawer and box in the fridge, and then the freezer, to see if the rest of this story was in there.
But it wasn't. It was just the one part. Maybe she'd gotten lucky, and there was only this one piece, left there to make Jack feel awkward. That wasn't so bad, was it?
Better safe than sorry, though. Pam went through each cabinet, looking for the rest of the story of Jack and Juno, where Jack was domineering and Juno's name was usually not too far from the word quivering. She moved every dish and cup, checking from top to bottom for the next photo. She looked inside cereal boxes and under soup cans before getting to the cabinet where the coffee was kept and finding the next part, which wasn't even that well hidden. She held her breath to see how far ahead they'd skipped in her story, and how many pieces were still missing.
"Kiley pulls off of him, gasping for breath, his deceptively strong arms-- No, no, no!" This wasn't even the same story! This was part of a different story! Had they put all the stories out there? Oh god, how many photos were there, with all that she had written? Had stories been delivered to people's rooms? Was she already too late to try to keep people from finding the stories she had written about them? "Oh my god, this is so embarrassing," she squeaked, her eyes filling up with tears as she wondered if there was any point to continuing her search. Without knowing how many Polaroids there were, she was never going to find them all before people started to come down for breakfast.
With another muffled squeak, she gripped the two photos that she'd found tightly, then rushed out of the kitchen and back to her room, wondering how the hell she was supposed to explain all of this.