Vivienne
The door creaked open, revealing a run down apartment. Secondhand furniture, thrown out appliances, moth eaten curtains.
Her vivid blue eyes scanned the room, twitching. How could she live like this? She needed help, and money. But she was so damn stubborn she wouldn't accept anything from anybody.
So Vivienne was reduced to this. To breaking into her apartment and leaving one thing at a time. It wasn't much, it never was or else Julian would rage at her and throw a fit.
Vivienne bit her lip, looking around the rancid apartment. Her high heels clicked with every step she took on the concrete floor. She walked to the window, making a face as she opened the curtains to let in some sun. Sunlight filtered through the dusty windows and she gave a small smile. The dirty sunlight bringing back memories of the lakehouse, of a summer without care.
When their best friend was still alive
Vivienne's lips quirked when she heard the telltale squeak of the front door opening again. "Welcome home, Jules," she said with a smile.
"What are you doing here," asked a lifeless voice from the doorway, peeling off a sweat-soaked t-shirt.
"Don't sound too excited there, sunshine." Vivienne frowned, "Do you always plan to live in squalor?"
Julian sighed, "It's fine, it keeps the rain off my back and the pests out."
Vivienne quirked her eyebrow at the dead cockroach in the corner. Julian glared, "The big ones anyways."
She moved towards the kitchen, skin gleaming with sweat from her early morning jog. Vivienne watched her make coffee in her sorry excuse for a kitchen.
"I would ask what brings you here, but I assume since you usually are so kind," she said with venom, shooting her friend with a poisonous glare, "as to drop by when you know I'll be busy out, that you have something you want to talk to me about something." Surreptitiously sneaking nervous glances at the woman who had not moved from her position near the squalid window, her eyes locked on her. Twenty-three years was not enough to rid the feeling of apprehension every time Vivienne set her blue eyes on her.
Julian was pouring a cup of hot coffee when Vivienne opened her mouth.
"I spoke with Riley yesterday."
Vivienne heard the crash and gave a sad smile, finally moving towards the door. She was about to close the door when she took a look back at her frozen ingenue. "That coffee is going to stain, Jules," she said before closing the door and leaning against the hallway wall.
She failed so much in the past, sheltering Julian too much, but she promised Riley that she would see to it that Jules was out of town by the end of the month.
Riley's motives might be twisted, but his heart was in the right place..now if only Vivienne could convince Daniel that very thing.
Her vivid blue eyes scanned the room, twitching. How could she live like this? She needed help, and money. But she was so damn stubborn she wouldn't accept anything from anybody.
So Vivienne was reduced to this. To breaking into her apartment and leaving one thing at a time. It wasn't much, it never was or else Julian would rage at her and throw a fit.
Vivienne bit her lip, looking around the rancid apartment. Her high heels clicked with every step she took on the concrete floor. She walked to the window, making a face as she opened the curtains to let in some sun. Sunlight filtered through the dusty windows and she gave a small smile. The dirty sunlight bringing back memories of the lakehouse, of a summer without care.
When their best friend was still alive
Vivienne's lips quirked when she heard the telltale squeak of the front door opening again. "Welcome home, Jules," she said with a smile.
"What are you doing here," asked a lifeless voice from the doorway, peeling off a sweat-soaked t-shirt.
"Don't sound too excited there, sunshine." Vivienne frowned, "Do you always plan to live in squalor?"
Julian sighed, "It's fine, it keeps the rain off my back and the pests out."
Vivienne quirked her eyebrow at the dead cockroach in the corner. Julian glared, "The big ones anyways."
She moved towards the kitchen, skin gleaming with sweat from her early morning jog. Vivienne watched her make coffee in her sorry excuse for a kitchen.
"I would ask what brings you here, but I assume since you usually are so kind," she said with venom, shooting her friend with a poisonous glare, "as to drop by when you know I'll be busy out, that you have something you want to talk to me about something." Surreptitiously sneaking nervous glances at the woman who had not moved from her position near the squalid window, her eyes locked on her. Twenty-three years was not enough to rid the feeling of apprehension every time Vivienne set her blue eyes on her.
Julian was pouring a cup of hot coffee when Vivienne opened her mouth.
"I spoke with Riley yesterday."
Vivienne heard the crash and gave a sad smile, finally moving towards the door. She was about to close the door when she took a look back at her frozen ingenue. "That coffee is going to stain, Jules," she said before closing the door and leaning against the hallway wall.
She failed so much in the past, sheltering Julian too much, but she promised Riley that she would see to it that Jules was out of town by the end of the month.
Riley's motives might be twisted, but his heart was in the right place..now if only Vivienne could convince Daniel that very thing.