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✞ [ drabble, 001 ] carsick.
december, 2009
"how the fuck did you let it get this bad?" she doesn't see her uncle often; he'd long ago spurned her tyrannical fuckface father by spitting in his eleventh birthday celebration's punch. such an evil man was lucky to walk the earth at all, let alone be kept in the family. JEEPERS, june's brain shouts, attempting to work fresh air back into her respiratory system, it was a surprise that he wasn't buried head first out back. "she's sick, adam, stop fucking around." it's not like she doesn't know,
so why is he whispering?
it's almost insulting, keeping her own health so quiet on his tongue, but it's hard to lift her head. cold & flu season was hard enough for normal teenagers, for the kids who were actually PERMITTED to pop a sudafed, but for june, it was practically a death sentence. she hadn't seen outside in days, let alone communicated with someone who didn't have her last name.
she's not joking when she says she can't remember what sunshine feels like, but like mom said, she's not missing much.
levelling her gaze at her steely-eyed father, the one she got her stare from, she opens her mouth to rip him limb from limb
and spills her guts in the backseat.
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