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Freaky Thangs	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: 1 through F > Friday the 13th: The Series Views: 584 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“What the fuck did you guys do to my kid?” Evelyn’s exclamation of accusation is expected, but still triggers Micki’s bitch switch faster than any slight *I’ve* ever made.
“What the fuck did *you* do to your kid, you mean.” Micki retorts, leading J.B. down the stairs to the entry on his crutches. I follow about a step behind with his bag and beam inwardly at her standing up to her sister. Evelyn is known well for being intimidating. She could host lectures on the subject. “J.B. had an accident exploring an abandoned house, which you were *well* versed in at his age. If you had given even the tiniest fucking warning that you needed a babysitter, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Who is the big sister here? Goddammit Evie, do better.”
Evelyn is taken aback by Micki’s anger. I’m sure it’s a rarity, so it’s hard not to take seriously. Her face falls a little and she nods. “Hey kiddo, can you wait outside for a tick? I need to talk to your Aunt Micki.”
Micki and I hug him warmly and I give him some assistance in hobbling past the front door as we tell him goodbye until next time. It is so much nicer being able to think with a clear head. Our vault reconciliation and escape was everything. I need it like air. Amazingly, so does she. It was a little effort moving after that, but we managed to reach the lair and had a redemptive sleep wrapped in each other’s arms on my cot. There is no better slumber than when I am cradled around her kitten soft wonderland. I can’t sleep properly now without it. That weekend she spent with Quiara and Evie magnified how incredibly hard it is to attempt dreamland without her now.
We had a good, long, honest talk about everything with J.B. once he got a bit clearer in his codeine haze. That felt really fucking good, for all parties involved. It’s not often when Micki and I get to reveal the truth about what we do, and a nice catharsis exists around that. J.B. was happy and relieved that not *only* do we believe him, but we really like having him around and are far more worried about what we do putting him in danger. Plus, he gets to have a sense of importance in the conspiracy of keeping his paranormal knowledge between us. There was a bonding behind it that felt really good. I also got word about my bike from the cops, which was great news and spurned another apology to the kid. I’m giving him the bike, too. Physical representation of distraction or not, nothing is more important than Micki and I together. Things are just that. Things.
Micki and I also made a pact that we’ll put the object hunts on pause when her nephew is at the store. It might not lessen the danger of Curious Goods guesthood completely, but we’re doing our own part to try to do better for the kid in the future. I’ve already got designs on an afternoon at an amusement park/arcade for his next visit.
But now, back to our regularly scheduled programming of Micki reaming the shit out of her sister.
“Look, Evie, I know that Ben and the divorce pained you into triggering this selfish insanity, but fuck you for letting this effect J.B., too. Mothers *protect*, Evie. Split the goddamn difference in the partying and promiscuity and quit fucking neglecting your son or I’m cutting you off. I’ll spend time with my nephew, but on my own terms.”
Evelyn slumps with Micki’s threat and she nods, defeated, “Fuck. You’re right, sis. I went deep end and into the abyss with this shit.”
“Yes, you did. You’re so much more than that, Evie, and you need to show it and spend more quality time with your kid. We don’t know what it feels like, because Mom and Dad have always been together, but Ryan could tell you how painful it is for your parents to split up.”
I can’t help but interject, “It sucks. You’re overwhelmed with feeling like it’s somehow your fault your parents don’t love each other anymore, and that they don’t even want you around.”
Evelyn’s eyes widen under the weight of that reality. She’s most definitely Micki’s sister. The family resemblance is startling. Yeah, Evie’s blonde and blue eyed, but those cheekbones and wide eyes are a Foster family genetic heirloom. “Shiiiiit. Really? Aw god, I never wanted him to feel like that. Hand to God, I’ll do whatever I can to show him that’s not true. That kid’s the best thing I’ve ever done.”
“Tell him that, then.” Micki urges her, a little softer in her tone but still holding a firm edge, “J.B. isn’t the only one you’re affecting with your selfishness, Evie. You didn’t even *think* to ask if Ryan and I had plans, did you? Look around. Do you see Jack anywhere? No, you don’t, because you definitely would have by now.” Micki punctuates her chastisement with her eyes widening momentarily at an exaggerated level that reads ‘Get the fucking hint, sister.’
Evelyn looks at Micki and I in realization and bodily emits her apology, “Fuuuuck. I am an *asshole*. I’m so sorry, you guys. Do you still have time before he gets back?”
“Yes, but that’s not the point. Please be the Evie I know and start thinking about other people and not just your own licentiousness again. I’m begging you.” Micki is back to her usually kind tone and folds her sister into a hug.
“I promise. I’m sorry this shit’s got me so fucked up, Michelle. I’m trying to fill this endless hole after Ben destroyed me and nothing’s working.” Evelyn’s started crying and my heart can’t help but reach out to her pain. She hangs on to Micki a little tighter and I place a reassuring hand on her back.
“For what it’s worth? That dumbass is the biggest dick recorded for not appreciating *anyone* as gorgeous and awesome as you, Evie. Fuck him sideways. You gave him a big part of your life, and it’ll take a while to get over, no lie. But the way that you win and take your power back is living your best life with a guy that’s gonna worship you as much as you deserve. It’s doubtful you’re gonna find that in your current tack, though.” Micki has been gazing at me with gratitude over Evie’s shoulder during my admission, which causes Evelyn to pull from Micki’s hug and wipe her face with a little smile.
“You sure you can’t clone him, Micki?” Evelyn jokes.
“I never claimed to be a scientist.” Micki laughs back, “But I do agree absolutely with what Ryan just said.”
“Thanks, you guys. I’m determined to deal with this in a better way. I needed this sense knocked into me.” Evelyn picks up her purse she had dropped in the window display by the door, “And with that, I’m gonna jet. I’ve cut into enough of your alone time. I also happen to have a day date with my maimed child that I have to get to asap.”
“Love you, sister.” Micki says, giving her another hug goodbye.
I repeat Micki’s statement when I give Evelyn my own hug and she laughs, pinching a cheek, “Cast good spells, Merlin.” Evelyn jokes, slipping out the door with a “Later Boners. Enjoy that pussy magic, sissy.”
Even heartbroken to borderline insanity, Evelyn will still always be unapologetically Evelyn. We wouldn’t have her any other way.
Micki slips her arms around my waist as the front door closes behind her sister, giving me the sweetest smile, “My amazement never ceases with how lucky I am to be with you.” She tells me, almost making my heart burst. Micki does that a lot.
Still, Evelyn gave me an order, and I am nothing if not compliant to a request from a Foster girl. I swoop her up in my arms and begin my determined beeline for our bed in the Goods Lair, “You heard Evie. I’ve got some spells to cast. Luckily, it’s Sunday, because this’ll take a while. The level’s going to match the height of The Sorcerer’s Apprentice in Fantasia, if I do this right.”
“Hmm, somehow I think you will.”
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