no borgers are served here [nessa's crew] jb
Oct 1, 2023 9:14:29 GMT -5
Post by frankel on Oct 1, 2023 9:14:29 GMT -5
FLYNN GARNER
”You’re not supposed to smoke inside of the Justice Building.” Says the arrogant Escort with sparkling glittered overdone cheeks.
”You’re not supposed to reap my family.” Says me, the hyperventilating victor with a cigarette between his teeth and tear stained cheeks.
I have been told that I don’t need to meet MY OWN sister and cousin at the Justice Building as they will be joining me on the train. The Capitol entourage who told me that bullshit bit his tongue before he spewed anymore shit that I already know. I need to speak to Dad and Mom before I go. Not that any words we will exchange in that room during the allocated ten minutes is going to be any help.
Fuck my life. Why me?
I keep the cigarette between my fingers as Dad and Dorothy walk down the corridor to the door I wait besides. There’s no mom. I won’t say anything about it, I already know why. ”Just don’t mention it, not with your cigar collection.” I tell Dad before I drop the cigarette butt on the floor and stamp it out with my shoe. It makes the Escort who is still standing down the corridor squirm. ”I want to breakdown into your arms Dad but I know that is not going to help Nessa.” For now I have just got to swallow up the emotions, dry out my eyes and walk into that room with a re-assuring confidence.
”You go in, she is better off seeing your face first.” I hold the door open for Dad and Dorothy. I let them say their goodbye’s first and wait inside of the room by the door. It is me who is going to be getting on that train with Nessa, there will be plenty of time to speak with her. Plenty of time to figure out how to unpick this pattern and bring her home.