whack a muse | chocolate
She wishes that hadn't gone exactly as she expected it to. She can hear the beep of the microwave, the buttons being pressed, the timer being set. It used to be for board games. The button marked 'Quick Min' was perfect for games of Boggle. Now it was a deadline, and she had never hated that sound more than she did right now.
How was she even supposed to pick what to even shove into the bag. Her whole life was in that house, her whole identity being picked apart one item at a time. The Cheerios were gone, Celibacy Club was a joke at this point, and now the one thing she thought she might have left...
It had been ridiculous to even think they'd be okay with it. They were some sort of picture perfect family, with stories that could both touch her heart and make it feel like it was going to shatter all at the same time. God, all she wanted right now was a chocolate bar. There was one in the freezer in the kitchen. She'd only eaten half of it that afternoon when she got home from school, and it was going to sit in the door. No one else in her house liked Krackle, and that was what was in the freezer.
They'd throw it out.
Just like they were doing to her.
"Stop hovering," Quinn snapped at Finn, which wasn't the right thing to do. She knew he was just trying to be what she had been forcing him to be. She wanted him to be a man, to stand up for himself and what happened now she could actually blame on herself.
The whole thing was her fault. She'd lied to Finn, and now she had been lying to her family, and now it had all fallen apart. Quinn knew it would happen, she just wished she hadn't been right.
How was she even supposed to pick what to even shove into the bag. Her whole life was in that house, her whole identity being picked apart one item at a time. The Cheerios were gone, Celibacy Club was a joke at this point, and now the one thing she thought she might have left...
It had been ridiculous to even think they'd be okay with it. They were some sort of picture perfect family, with stories that could both touch her heart and make it feel like it was going to shatter all at the same time. God, all she wanted right now was a chocolate bar. There was one in the freezer in the kitchen. She'd only eaten half of it that afternoon when she got home from school, and it was going to sit in the door. No one else in her house liked Krackle, and that was what was in the freezer.
They'd throw it out.
Just like they were doing to her.
"Stop hovering," Quinn snapped at Finn, which wasn't the right thing to do. She knew he was just trying to be what she had been forcing him to be. She wanted him to be a man, to stand up for himself and what happened now she could actually blame on herself.
The whole thing was her fault. She'd lied to Finn, and now she had been lying to her family, and now it had all fallen apart. Quinn knew it would happen, she just wished she hadn't been right.