Parfait was rudely awoken by the thunderous sound of a door slamming in the distance and she fell out of her bed in shock; her beaver tail scraping her wall and creating another hole in the wallpaper as there were so many others. Strands of her unkempt hair fell on her face as she looked about her room in silent apprehension. She had been having too much damn sleep anyways but waking up in the afternoon felt confusing and disconnecting.
"Oi!" Her brother's voice sounded as he swung open her door and kicked a pile of her laundry away; instinctively spanking his tail on the carpeted ground in annoyance. He was even more unapologetically British than Parfait was.
"Fuck off," she groaned as her eyes shrunk to narrow slits and she slouched on the bed. She was peeved enough at his intruding but was happy she was at least in her pajama pants and bra; having her brother walk in to her naked butt, no doubt pointed up in the air as she slept, was low on the list of things she wanted to happen today.
"You fuck off! You've let your chores pile up, the house is a fuckin' mess, none of the laundry is done, and you've been asleep since fuckin' five yesterday!"
"Five? I've 'weally' been sleeping for that long?" She sleepily scratched the fur on her back and sniffled; already hyper aware of her inability to say ‘Rs’ properly first thing after consciousness found her again. "Just getting my beauty sleep... is that a pwoblem?" Fucking shit, she needed to conceal that better.
"Get your ass in gear!" He scorned, narrowing his eyes at her. "Your phone bill came in, by the way."
Ugh! She hated when he took on his "dad" tone like that.
"It's pretty high. Did you miss a payment?" He raised an eyebrow and suddenly her eyes became large as a dire realization set in.
"Did you read my mail?!" She stood; embarrassingly having to clutch at the waistband of her pajama pants as they started to fall off her skinny hips. She made a more conscious effort to pronounce her Rs but it wasn’t that much better.
"Don't act all high and mighty." He growled defensively. "Besides, it's not my fault you're about to get a shutoff."
"A shutoff?! I missed one fucking payment! That's... retarded!" Parfait nearly shouted.
"You missed 3." He corrected with folded arms and a condescending scowl. "You should be responsible."
"Yeah, yeah... 'responsible'." she barked and grabbed her jacket; grossly covered in her drool that she had slept on. "I guess I need to become a sam-witch-artist too, Mr. Responsible Subwayman! Where the fuck is my phone?!"
Parfait began to frantically toss thing off her bed as the taller beaver stepped side to side dodging them. Her brother avoided the expired snacks flying everywhere but didn't bother avoiding the clothes.
"Check your nightstand, Faye." He rolled his eyes and picked up her phone. "Hmmm, says you have one missed message."
Parfait's heart skipped a beat and her ears perked up. She stiffened as she roared: "I will fucking tear off your balls if you rea--"
"It says it's from a 'Mittens'. With a name like that I'm not sure if this is your boyfriend or you're talking to oven mitts."
"Fuck off and give it to me, I don't read the butt-belches your 'whalefriend' sends you! And Midian isn't my boyfriend either!" She spewed out that sentence in such a hateful way as she snatched the phone up angrily; not caring if she took her brother's fingers off with it.
"You're such a spoiled little cunt." Her brother rolled his eyes and took a step back. "Enjoy your phone though cause if you don't pay it tonight, power is going off it."
Ignoring him she opened the text: "Hey Faye :P Not that you care but if you wanted to go get a pizza tonight, I'll buy. If you make me eat an entire pizza by myself, I will get fat and never forgive you. <3."
Even with the amalgam of concentrated stress looming over her that was her brother, Parfait snuck in a bit of a smile at the fact that Midian was starting to call her ‘Faye’ more and more.
"I'm going out tonight." she muttered to her brother as she used her long hair to her advantage; blocking the creeping smile coming across her face from the asshole across from her.
"Uh-huh," He laughed as he kicked one of Parfait's lone shirts near his shoes. "With what clothes? This is a good reason to do your damn chores."
"What does it matter to you." Parfait huffed. "It's my problem after all."
"I also told you to clean the living room -- now that's my problem too." her brother leaned forward to get to her eye-level; glaring at her.
"Wot?! The shit in the living room is all yours! I don't drink malt beer like you do! Fuck! I don't even drink beer, you and that great-white-whale-of-a-girlfriend of yours fucked it up and-"
"You don't have to pay anything on this house, the least you can do is clean." he took that tone again. "Also, if you talk about Liz like that one more time, I'm going to slap you across your stupid fucking head."
"Mom and Dad pay for this house!" She roared. "I'll clean your bullshit tomorrow! And fine! I don't give a shit about her anyways."
Her brother sighed at the mention of their parents and his nose scrunched up. "You said you'd clean 2 days ago." he reminded; waggling a finger at her.
"I'm sick of this shit, just because I don't make 'sand-which-es' doesn't make me less of a help." She scooped up her electronic vapor cigarette and headed passed him towards the door that led into the backyard. The side yard was dreary and cold as usual.
The backyard was astoundingly well-kept, which figured, given the gardening was the only thing her brother hadn't canceled maintenance-wise. She fell into her lawn chair with her soon-to-be dead phone in one hand and her vapor cigarette in the other.
"If I eat half a pizza ill get fat :/" she started texting and looked toward her neighbor, Ginny's house. Parfait, felt a pang of longing and jealousy considering how much she missed having a friend and then looked back at her phone.
A bit of anger overwhelmed her as she was pissed at having such a passive creature as Ginny outright avoid her.
"But i would love that, luv <3 but first im gonna take a shower cuz im gross af" Stupid emotions made her feel like crying as she hit send. It was dreadfully hard to be sincere but she found that being bitchy was easy.
She contemplated and smoked her vapor and contemplated some more; occasionally looking at her phone but now focusing on the emblematic cross above a church that a few trees covered. Parfait found that, even living somewhere most of her remembered existence, she could still see new details in stuff and for whatever reason. That made her feel very sad. Everything felt like a tired metaphor these days.
When her phone finally buzzed, it had begun misting outside and she teetered about going inside to see the cunt known as 'Brozilla' or stay and be wet. Since the buzz was a return from Midian, she could bare being a little wet.
"Cool, not to sound desperately lonely, but I'm desperately lonely :X three days off school + Mason remodeling the comic store + Lumina gone for another week = Midian not happy. I'll be over in an hour."
She grinned and then felt that bitch in her rise with how bad she wanted to tease: "What about your girlfriend? And Taralyn?" But, she also had that same bored, longing sadness and considering she hadn't been grocery shopping since... the last time Midian took her grocery shopping. The prospect of food sounded nice.
“My GIRLFRIEND, Taralyn, hasn’t been able to talk much. Lumina is just my friend, you weirdo.” He texted back.
“Im so sure <3” Parfait sure loved to tease. "1 hour it is. if ur late, u owe me something from the mall <3" she mused and smiled before hastily adding with plenty of typos "aaaaallllsoooo shodl I send nudes now or wait after diner?? =w=". Hitting the send before getting a chance to retract that teasing. Maybe she really was bored and needed the attention or it would make him laugh or something. Though a small, suppressed voice completely acknowledged that she would do it.... to pay for the pizza of course. Or whatever her reasoning she thought she had was.
His response was quick and that was comforting. She was barely getting that anxiety again.
"I would say now but I don't want to lose my appetite before eating :3 Looks like it's going to have to wait."
Parfait grinned at his snarky reply and tapped her finger to the corner of her mouth; texting a quick "well fuck u too. see you in an hour" before heading inside to be greeted by a pile of hers and her brother’s laundry.
"Wot?" she scowled and looked around for her brother, who stood in the living room with an absurdly pissed frown.
"The laundry. Do it now, Faye, and no excuses. If mom and dad were still here, they would be mad enough with you already if--"
"Don't give me this 'mom and dad' shit! THEY WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN AS HORRIBLE OF AT KEEPING THIS HOUSE ALIVE AS YOU’RE BEING!" she spoke in a snapping tone. "I’ll do it, I'll do it, but get off my arse!"
"NO Parfait," the fact that her brother called her by her nickname got on her nerves, "You get off your own arse and do stuff around here!" He suddenly took a harsh parental tone while walking towards her and all her resolve drained. This gesture scared her so bad, this intimidating walk and mean face, that she suddenly regressed and shrunk.
"Okay... fine... jeez." she whimpered and could feel her body language forcefully morph into a cower.
"You can do your shite after the laundry is done. Your fuckin' boyfriend or whatever can wait, all you do is lay around here all day and do nothing!"
"I SAID I'D BLOODY DO IT!" She yelled and roughly picked up the laundry basket; promising herself she wouldn't cry.
"And if you do go out, I don't want you coming back around 4 in the morning either, you either come back at a reasonable hour or you stay out! I'm done waking up in the morning and assuming you're dead!" He loomed; imposing his size over her. He was a scrawny guy, but to Parfait, he might as well have been a boxer with his height alone.
"Okay. Fuck." she mumbled; holding the basket tight. It was either scream or cry and she felt like she could do neither. Pizza with Midian was the carrot at the end of the stick, no use in fighting now.
She shrugged and turned back outside submissively; holding the laundry, both a tear in her eye and the urge to scream and fight rising. By the time she walked into the garage where the machines were, she had gone into full rage. Her waffle tail was pounding the pavement and she cursed wildly while tossing the stagnant-smelling clothes into the washer.
"Who the Devil does he fink 'e es! Not dad, tha's fer sure!" Her accent growing incomprehensibly thick as the outrage poured out, and with her more native voice, stupid insolent tears fell too.
Parfait elbowed the door open and stormed to the house, past her smugly self-important brother, and into her bedroom; slamming the door behind her. She had spent her first few years imprisoned in this room. The last few years were spent trying to avoid it and the last month imprisoned again.
She collapsed on the bed, the same bed she had before her knee surgery and after. The spot where she pined for love repeatedly. She had the same pillow case stained with the first few times she dyed her hair. This was where she got very chubby, and this is where she slept as she slimmed down, and now she was becoming even more slim than that.
The spaghetti strap on her training bra flopped over her shoulder. Yikes, she just bought these a few weeks ago too and they fit her just fine back then. It was kind of funny. In a span of half a decade, she went from 80 pounds, to 135 pounds, to 100 pounds and, now at her current stage of life, she was almost back to 80 pounds. What the fuck happened?
She crawled up on her bed again; crying in the same way she did when she was too scared to send her idiot love letters to boys in her classes and she fumbled up her phone to write a new idiot letter to a new boy. The only difference was that he responded to her... and he was like 5 years older than her or something.
"Midian, can I shhwoer t yuor house" she typed sloppily; eyes blurred and burning with tears as she almost instinctively reached for the case of cookies next to her. She almost forgot they had been there for a week now.
All she needed was the phone to live 10 more minutes, then she can renew it later, but at least she would be away from her brother and, more than likely, his disgusting beast girlfriend. The phone fell from her shaking hands and she felt weak which hurt more than her brother’s intimidation. Within a moment the phone vibrated as she had to desperately pick it back up.
"Did your shower explode or something?" she read.
"Brozilla mite as wellve blocked it with his big dumb face with how much of a shit hes being. T_T" she typed shakily; feeling panicked. The more she used her phone, the more that creeping realization dawned on her that her phone could be cut off at any moment and the prospect of not getting one of Midian's texts... weirdly freaked her out.
"I'm gonna feel a little weird (cuz oh no a girl is taking a shower in my bathroom) but w/e -- you can =w= I'll be there in a bit."
"fuck u, lumina's a girl." Parfait sniffled with a light snicker as she hit send. “what a creepo sharing your shower with a girl fuck u.”
"She'll be happy you consider her a girl. I'll be sure to tell her when she gets back -- anyways, I'm leaving now. Be right there. :)"
Mere moments later, she saw that the little icon that displayed her service provider's icon vanished. "Fuck you guys too." she muttered vainly at the phone company as she turned it off and waited near her window for Midian's car to pull up.