WOTD, Garlic, Molasses, Star Fruit, Cookies n Cream, with Whipped Cream and Cookie Crumbs
Author: askingxalice
Title: Wound Up
Summary: The moment Angie stopped loving Sarah, from Sarah’s POV.
Story: Phase
Timeline: August 2002 - Angie is 15, Sarah is 13.
Challenge: WOTD (busticate), Garlic #14 (My Treat - Angie stopped loving Sarah when...), Molasses #1 (survival of the fittest)
Topping: Whipped Cream
Word Count: 322
Rating: PG-13
busticate \BUHS-ti-keyt\ verb: 1. To break into pieces.
The actual fighting hadn’t started yet. Angie had done something at school, something to warrant a call home, and Sarah was surprised that it had taken until after dinner for the yelling to start. It didn’t take long for Angie to start yelling back, and she knew it was only a matter of time before the hits started to land. Moving from where she had ducked under the table once her father had raised his voice, Sarah slowly edged for the kitchen door, holding her breath and praying that she would escape before she would have to hear the dull noise of fist against flesh.
Her movement must have been noticed, because the screaming, the noise in the background that usually became static in her ears because it scared her so much, cleared up as she heard her name mentioned. She froze, her lungs burning with the need to breathe, and fearfully turned to see Angie pointing at her. Her sister’s face was red with screaming and anger, a trembling finger pointed in her direction.
“What about her!? I sure as fuck never see you hit her.”
The kitchen fell silent, and Sarah thought that the neighbors must be able to hear her suck in a lungful of air as her father turned, and actually looked at her. For a split second, their eyes met, before he turned back to Angie. “Well, she doesn’t fucking matter, does she?”
Even if the words were horrible, they were still about her. Their father had talked about her. He had looked at her for the first time in years. Sarah felt hope bloom, and for a moment, a small smile crossed her face as she looked to her sister.
The expression that Angie wore as she stared back wiped the smile from Sarah’s face. Somewhere inside, she felt fear and worry.
Something had just gone very wrong.
Author: askingxalice
Title: The Poison
Summary: The moment Angie stopped loving Sarah, from Angie’s POV.
Story: Phase
Timeline: August 2002 - Angie is 15, Sarah is 13.
Challenge: Molasses #7 (root of all evil), Star Fruit #12 (I didn’t see that coming), Cookies n Cream #23 (break)
Toppings: Whipped Cream, Cookie Crumbs
Word Count: 324
Rating: PG-13
She had tried to tell the stupid fucking teacher that she hadn’t even really been fighting. Sure, she had thrown the first punch, but the dumbass jock had been harassing Sarah. What the fuck else was she supposed to do? Just let him? Fuck that. But no, the dumb bitch hadn’t even listened to her - she had only sent them both to the nurse and called their parents, and she would bet five bucks that football boy wasn’t close to getting his ass beat at his house.
Angie at least tried to explain what had gone wrong, but he wasn’t hearing her. He never did. Anything that came from her mouth was something to ignore and not even hear, unless it was something that he felt she would deserve punishment from. As her voice grew louder, her anger grew with it, and finally she snapped. Seeing Sarah move towards the door, she shouted inches from her father’s face, “What about Sarah!?”
Before she knew it, she was pointing. Angie felt something inside her chest painfully twist, and she knew this was a bad idea, but she kept talking. “What about her!? I sure as fuck never see you hit her.” A deadly silence fell. After a moment, all that Angie heard was her heartbeat and blood rushing past her ears. She looked between Sarah and their father as they looked at each other, and the next words only made her angrier.
“Well, she doesn’t fucking matter, does she?”
How fucking like him, to just keep ignoring her. Looking to Sarah to give her an apologetic look, she saw the smile blossom, and something inside her switched. Smiling. She was smiling. She knew that would happen. She knew that she would never be beat. No, not Sarah, who went unpunished and skin not bruised. In that moment, something changed. Something inside her switched to hate, and Angie found it hard to really care.
Title: Wound Up
Summary: The moment Angie stopped loving Sarah, from Sarah’s POV.
Story: Phase
Timeline: August 2002 - Angie is 15, Sarah is 13.
Challenge: WOTD (busticate), Garlic #14 (My Treat - Angie stopped loving Sarah when...), Molasses #1 (survival of the fittest)
Topping: Whipped Cream
Word Count: 322
Rating: PG-13
busticate \BUHS-ti-keyt\ verb: 1. To break into pieces.
The actual fighting hadn’t started yet. Angie had done something at school, something to warrant a call home, and Sarah was surprised that it had taken until after dinner for the yelling to start. It didn’t take long for Angie to start yelling back, and she knew it was only a matter of time before the hits started to land. Moving from where she had ducked under the table once her father had raised his voice, Sarah slowly edged for the kitchen door, holding her breath and praying that she would escape before she would have to hear the dull noise of fist against flesh.
Her movement must have been noticed, because the screaming, the noise in the background that usually became static in her ears because it scared her so much, cleared up as she heard her name mentioned. She froze, her lungs burning with the need to breathe, and fearfully turned to see Angie pointing at her. Her sister’s face was red with screaming and anger, a trembling finger pointed in her direction.
“What about her!? I sure as fuck never see you hit her.”
The kitchen fell silent, and Sarah thought that the neighbors must be able to hear her suck in a lungful of air as her father turned, and actually looked at her. For a split second, their eyes met, before he turned back to Angie. “Well, she doesn’t fucking matter, does she?”
Even if the words were horrible, they were still about her. Their father had talked about her. He had looked at her for the first time in years. Sarah felt hope bloom, and for a moment, a small smile crossed her face as she looked to her sister.
The expression that Angie wore as she stared back wiped the smile from Sarah’s face. Somewhere inside, she felt fear and worry.
Something had just gone very wrong.
Author: askingxalice
Title: The Poison
Summary: The moment Angie stopped loving Sarah, from Angie’s POV.
Story: Phase
Timeline: August 2002 - Angie is 15, Sarah is 13.
Challenge: Molasses #7 (root of all evil), Star Fruit #12 (I didn’t see that coming), Cookies n Cream #23 (break)
Toppings: Whipped Cream, Cookie Crumbs
Word Count: 324
Rating: PG-13
She had tried to tell the stupid fucking teacher that she hadn’t even really been fighting. Sure, she had thrown the first punch, but the dumbass jock had been harassing Sarah. What the fuck else was she supposed to do? Just let him? Fuck that. But no, the dumb bitch hadn’t even listened to her - she had only sent them both to the nurse and called their parents, and she would bet five bucks that football boy wasn’t close to getting his ass beat at his house.
Angie at least tried to explain what had gone wrong, but he wasn’t hearing her. He never did. Anything that came from her mouth was something to ignore and not even hear, unless it was something that he felt she would deserve punishment from. As her voice grew louder, her anger grew with it, and finally she snapped. Seeing Sarah move towards the door, she shouted inches from her father’s face, “What about Sarah!?”
Before she knew it, she was pointing. Angie felt something inside her chest painfully twist, and she knew this was a bad idea, but she kept talking. “What about her!? I sure as fuck never see you hit her.” A deadly silence fell. After a moment, all that Angie heard was her heartbeat and blood rushing past her ears. She looked between Sarah and their father as they looked at each other, and the next words only made her angrier.
“Well, she doesn’t fucking matter, does she?”
How fucking like him, to just keep ignoring her. Looking to Sarah to give her an apologetic look, she saw the smile blossom, and something inside her switched. Smiling. She was smiling. She knew that would happen. She knew that she would never be beat. No, not Sarah, who went unpunished and skin not bruised. In that moment, something changed. Something inside her switched to hate, and Angie found it hard to really care.