36 Mrs. Waterworks (1/2)
A slight blush flashed on Regan's face, ”shut up.”
She picked up her blanket and wrapped it around her, covering her body then slid her ring off her finger and placed it on her bed before turning to face a wall. ”Look away.”
Vixen stared at her hiding underneath her blanket, his lips curling into a smile, ”I don't want to.”
”You-” Regan began to protest before turning back around, ”sigh, there's no point arguing is there?”
”Look at that, little Miss. Waterworks is finally catching up,” Vixen chuckled.
They sat in silence while Regan struggled to keep the blanket up while changing.
”You know you have to tell me your story today right?” Vixen reminded, ”you have to let that shell around your broken, probably boring story down.”
”I know,” Regan sighed, tightening the loose straps on her pants and slipping the red ring back onto the imprint it left on her finger, ”as deluded and stupid as I may seem,” She bounced off her bed and sat across the tabl from Vixen, ”I don't go back on my promises.”
”Good,” Vixen grinned, ”let's start with that ring.”
Regan instinctively covered the ring, as if she could block the story behind it by distorting his view of it, ”sure.”
She cleared her throat and paused for a moment before unraveling her story to Vixen. Starting from the beginning and slowly revealing everything. She continued to talk until she started getting self-conscious of her story when the hard times came up. She looked up at Vixen who was staring at her intently listening to the story like it was a bedtime story. What was she doing? Providing entertainment for someone she should hate, talking about a past she was trying so hard to forget, a past that haunted her and left her in a fit of sweat and tears every night. This is stupid, she muttered to herself while fingering the ring. Yet, as she looked at those violet eyes, something about them just allowed her to spill everything. Ha, looks like those eyes are useful for getting the information he needs.
”So, here you are now?” Vixen asked.