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Chapter Thirty:
“Oh it’s nothing, really.” I replied dryly, earning me one of Brody’s bright smiles. She set the pizza on a rolling chair in the middle of the room and slid into the only other available one just like it. Producing two paper plates, she started divvying out a slice for each of us and handed me my portion. I’d been stuck here for the last couple of days, goin
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Our Young Funny Voices Chapter Thirty-One:
Nobody asked any questions once I was finally able to return to work, and I'm pretty sure it's because they figured there wasn't any point. I was on my way out anyway, so why shit all over the extra help while it was still here?As my shifts came and went without a hitch, I started getting a move on with my final duties. One thing was for sure, I definitely underestimated how hard it was going to be having to say goodbye to all my regulars. “Are you moving salons?” One of my favorite pet parents, Amee Richardson, held her adoring arms out as I placed an overly excited Maya into them. For only being a seven month old Maltese puppy, she always behaved amazingly well for her baths and nail grinds. With Amee’s permission, I’d also attached a different handmade bow onto her pink studded collar at the end of each appointment.Smiling sympathetically at them, I crossed Maya’s name off my list and handed Amee her invoice. “I&
Our Young Funny Voices Chapter Thirty-Two:
By the time my plane finally landed at Roshchino International Airport in the Tyumen Oblast region of Siberia, I was completely disoriented from the time difference. I’d already changed the appropriate settings in my phone, and it reflected 3 P.M in the afternoon. Meanwhile, my internal clock reminded me I should be getting ready for bed instead of moving around awake. Too nervous to sleep much, I think I got a total of four hours throughout the entire trip. Which isn’t great, considering I’ve been on three different planes in the last twenty six hours. Leaning my head against the window, I stared in amazement at the vast blanket of snow covering everything in sight. It’s a good thing I remembered to change during my last layover, because the thin jeans and flimsy hoodie I left Arizona in wouldn’t cut it in this weather. I’d be a frozen popsicle before Andrei had a chance to greet me. As the plane came to a complete stop, a tall blond-haired atten
Our Young Funny Voices Chapter Thirty-Three:
I can’t stand the smell of hospitals. It’s like a chemical mixture of sickness, death, and uncertainty. Prince’s “Raspberry Beret” was playing over the intercom as I strode down the lengthy, all white hall. The surface shook beneath my feet, and I felt the vibrations get stronger with every step forward.The fuck? Where am I...did I ever leave Arizona?Dressed in only my off black Calvin Klein bra and underwear set, I looked around self consciously in case anyone suddenly jumped out at me.“Francine!” I heard a ghostly growl beckon me from behind a steel door, and the music abruptly cut out. My legs shuffled forward as if possessed, and I couldn’t speak. My mouth seemed like it was...forced shut. With trembling fingers, I touched my lips and my heart sank in horror as I felt the tight stitches keeping them closed.Wake up! My brain cried in alarm. Wake up, wake-&ld
Our Young Funny Voices Chapter Thirty-Four:
“What’s this say, detka?” Vasha had my passport laid out on the perfectly made up bed we’d been staying in for almost fifteen hours straight, and pointed at my middle name. Andrei woke us up ten minutes ago with the promise of porridge and sliced rye bread, which I was excited to try. Figuring we’d be leaving soon, I was hoping to have all my things ready to go, but Vasha had gotten to them first and was curiously pulling my identification out to study it closely.“Alice. My middle name is Alice, little bat.” Most people I met were indifferent to their middle names or just simply didn’t have one, but I loved mine. I smiled at her, watching as she ran her fingers over the glossy photo gingerly.“Beautiful.” She mummered, tossing the document back into my carry on bag and started getting dressed for the day. Choosing a pair of distressed blue jeans and her Siberian tiger sweater, she finger brushed her short bla
Our Young Funny Voices Chapter Thirty-Five:
I typed out a few sentences, then deleted them right away. Nothing was coming out exactly the way I wanted it to. If Vasha wasn’t dead to the world, I would have left the situation for her to deal with. I wish she would have told this lunatic to hop on someone else’s dick a long time ago. Some people don’t deserve second chances.God this is so fucked.“Not my circus, not my monkeys...” I mumbled the infamous Polish saying under my breath. Just as I was talking myself out of messing with any of it until my girlfriend was awake enough to read the texts, Olya fired over another one.SMS: I know you’re reading my correspondence. Where are you? I’ll come to where you’re at right now.Fuck no you won’t. The wrath building up inside of me overflowed to the tips of my fingers as I furiously typed back.SMS: I’m not Vasilisa. Leave my
Our Young Funny Voices Chapter Thirty-Six:
I’ve always known Vasha to be docile and quiet. She’s soft spoken, and thinks long and hard before she says anything...the only exception being when she’s drunk. That’s why I thought it was strange that she seemed on edge tonight, and I didn’t know what to make of it. With her phone still untouched on the coffee table, I mentally began ruling out any possibilities of her hearing from Olya in the half hour we’d been getting everything ready to bake. Coming up empty, I built up the courage to strike up a conversation.“Detka, do you want to talk about anything?” I was sitting on a barstool facing Andrei’s spacious kitchen island, watching Vasha roughly pound and roll a generous pile of raw gingerbread cookie dough. I’d given up on helping when it became clear I was just getting in the way. The kitchen is no place for me to begin with. I’m a lot more comfortable as a spectator.“Fine. Why do you ask?&
Our Young Funny Voices Chapter Thirty-Seven:
“Vasha, it’s very important. Tell me what happened with you at the hospital.” Andrei still managed to appear calm, but I knew it was solely for his daughter’s sake. She looked at us with a terrified expression, and eased back into her chair.“You can’t say anything....they’ll just hurt others there out of spite.” Her large green eyes brimmed with tears. “They break you. You come in afraid and leave scared of your own shadow...if you ever get to go home. I was tied to my bed, and they laughed at me when I asked to use the restroom...” she looked completely embarrassed to be sharing the details with us, and I almost had to sit on my hands to keep from punching something. “They fed me more pills than food. I’d get so hungry at night I’d cry from the emptiness in my stomach. The only time I had anything other than bread and water was right before you came to visit.” She glanced at Andrei, then low
Our Young Funny Voices Chapter Thirty-Eight:
“I’ll call you everyday to check in. Are you sure you’ll be alright here?” Andrei asked hastily as Vasha fumbled to unlock her bolted front door. It really was something, with a digital programmed code and everything. She shook from the cold and stomped a boot clad foot impatiently.“Yes, if the door opens before you return to Tobolsk.” She turned around to find me shivering my tits off. “Detka, wait in the car. This damn snow will freeze you to death.”“I-I’m alright...” I chattered, huddling close to Andrei. He threw an arm around me comfortingly and laughed in merriment. His vibrant green eyes twinkled the same way Vasha’s did when she was excited.“Before you know it, you’ll both be warm and cozy. Look, she’s got it open. Let’s move along inside.”He didn’t have to tell me twice.We managed to lug everything in with one
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