Wolf in Sheeps Clothing

Dolores is barely listening, the sound of Danielle's canon still rings in ears over and over again- the tears still brim her eyes as the ghostly remains of prior tears glisten in the light of the gaslamp which hangs over the dining room table, creaking in the wind. A sharp hand against the table beside her tugs her from the living nightmare- blinking Dolores looks up at her brother, his lip pulled into a thin line.

Dolores debates his question for a long moment- head tilting to the side just with the slightest twitch. It unsettles one of her cousins, and he mutters a comment she can't quite hear under his breath which causes another cousin to scold him, remind him that Dolores is family despite- he doesn't finish his sentence as his attention turns to Dolores, sat in her pretty blue dress with her hands curled into tiny fists in her lap.

"...In a dream..." she whispers, a wish she wants to make but it isn't her birthday so she doesn't get her wish. This is reality and she knows it deep down but it is also blurred- the lines- that she seldom know the difference.

"Dolores...remember what we told you?" Her brother says, pressing a piece of paper with an address into the palm of her hand. She looks down at it and she doesn't even question it, she nods. The name scrawled at the top of the paper burns sets the paper alight and she can feel the mans name burning anger deep inside her soul.

"...Yes." she says sharply, bluntly, closing her hand into a fist and crumpling the paper with it- fragile and soft in her delicate fingers. Her cousin said he heard the man talking about their family, talking badabout their family, bad about Daniella. She clenches her fist so hard her nails dig into the skin of her palm as the anger bubbles inside her. "I know what to do brother-"

"I know." Dolores says in an unnervingly soft voice, her big brown doe brown eyes flicking to her brothers gaze. Her cousins put so much trust on her shoulders, they did it a lot. They gave her important jobs- very important jobs the ones that kept the Rasoio family together and it was very important that she did not mess up- she had volunteered for this one.

For once she did not need to be told.

Dolores rose from her chair and walked from the house, gliding across the wooden floor and out onto the dusty street. Night was falling and the shadows had begun to creep in from the corners of the world- from the place that Daniella now lived. It was dark in the arena Daniella had been- had she been afraid of the dark as Dolores was now she stepped out into the setting night, her heart quivering inside her chest as she moved without purpose towards the mans house.

Her heart still thudded against her ribs as she climbed the porch steps and placed four loud knocks onto the front door of Max Laveaux's house.