"Shelley's great. One of the nicest people I've ever met," Heather said, glad that they had a friend in common which would lend more credibility to Heather and her story. She hadn't entirely lied to Rogue after all. Jed did protect her and this was the property that they were living on. But while that was true, Jed also had an insatiable appetite for chopping pretty girls like Rogue into pieces in the basement.
"I'm glad she's doing well in the prison." She smiled. "I would live there but I'm not sure how Jed would fit in. He likes having a lot of space. Where we're from in Texas, we had a huge plantation house and a lot of grounds and woods to explore. We're not used to city living."
Even though Heather hadn't spent her entire life in small town Texas, she had spent her whole life in a small town. The Millers had taken her in and raised her in a trailer park for fucks sake.
"Why don't I walk you back to the prison? Nobody should be out here by themselves anyway." And frankly Heather just wanted to steer Heather away from the house. The place was pretty well isolated thanks to Tony Stark's handy work. Of course if Tony knew how his work was being used he probably wouldn't be very happy. Heather wouldn't be inviting him or anyone else for tea any time soon. Nobody except for Abigail. For some reason that Heather had yet to figure out, Jed was protective of Abigail too. It was strange as Abigail was normally the kind of girl he would love to take apart with his chainsaw.