Vanilla Custard #11, Vanilla #8, Fudge Ripple #30, w/ Cream, Pineapple, Blueberries, Peaches & Malt
Author: Nikki
Challenge: Vanilla Custard #11 (Your mind won’t never, ever let you say what you want. - Want by Disturbed), Vanilla #8 (my mentor/idol/hero), Fudge Ripple #30 (disdain)
Toppings/Extras: Whipped Cream, Fresh Pineapple (Past the evening to the end of light), Fresh Blueberries (This is a haunted world. It hath no breeze, but is the echo of some voice beloved.), Fresh Peaches (In this light, take everything you've gleaned with a grain of salt, because conditions change.), Malt (PFAH - Rayne: You need so much therapy)
Word Count: 593
Rating: PG
Notes: Takes place from 1987 to 1997.
Story: Phase; The title of this is "One to Whom I Owe My Life."
Summary: Rayne while growing up.
She could remember her mother telling her that they had to move for the first time when she was seven. Rayne knew they had moved before then, but it never really registered with her. This was the first time she realized that she’d be leaving more than a town and a bar, and all of her mother’s coworkers. She would be leaving behind the very first bedroom that was hers and hers alone, and the first friend she had ever made at school.
Rayne remembered crying. She remembered her mother crying even more.
~~~
Moving always meant a new town, a new house, and a new bar. Rayne never thought to ask her mother why she didn’t try and find other jobs. She didn’t know other jobs existed when it came to her mother. Sage Wyman and bars went together like peanut butter and jelly, in Rayne’s small eyes.
In her younger years, Rayne never understood that bars meant tips and immediate money. She only knew that it was a smoky atmosphere full of loud music and louder people. Even tucked away from sight behind the bar, she felt like she was the luckiest little girl in the world.
~~~
New bars meant new bosses for Sage, and new uncles for Rayne.
Rayne liked Uncle Sal the most, because she saw him more than once. Rayne could never remember moving back to somewhere they had already left until they moved to New York City once, twice, multiple times over multiple years.
Uncle Sal treated her mother nicely, and he seemed to understand their situation a lot better than Rayne ever did at the age of eight, eleven, fourteen. They always spent longer in New York City than anywhere else, and Rayne would always remember how Sal would press a wad of bills into her mother’s hands, every time before they left.
~~~
It was a bar where she got her first job, working alongside her mother. She was barely fifteen and just developed when a tray was put in her hands and an apron around her waist, and pushed into the deep end feet first.
After that, it was a whirlwind of drink orders and patrons, tips and flirtation and barely avoided hands. Rayne would always shower after work to remove the smell of smoke and alcohol and grease, and scrub extra hard to remove the night’s customers from her skin.
~~~
As much as Rayne loved everything, she hated it just as equally. She loved the bar atmosphere, but hated the people. She loved her mother, but hated her for this life. She was seventeen when everything came to a head, and she wouldn’t remember later what they had fought about. Money, maybe, or maybe they had just gotten to that.
Rayne only remembered telling her mother that everything had been her fault, and that her life would have been better if they hadn’t moved around so much. If her mother hadn’t been such a coward. She remembered telling her mother that she hated her before storming out.
She returned home the next day to find her mother dead.
~~~
Rayne remembered how the doctor told her that her mother had died early, but naturally. A life of stress and exhaustion, he had said, caused her to die very young.
Rayne had laughed, finding that hysterical. Laughed, because what else was she supposed to do? It was funny, because it was true. After that was blank except for a few flashes. Screaming, clawing, biting. A needle in her arm, and then darkness.
Challenge: Vanilla Custard #11 (Your mind won’t never, ever let you say what you want. - Want by Disturbed), Vanilla #8 (my mentor/idol/hero), Fudge Ripple #30 (disdain)
Toppings/Extras: Whipped Cream, Fresh Pineapple (Past the evening to the end of light), Fresh Blueberries (This is a haunted world. It hath no breeze, but is the echo of some voice beloved.), Fresh Peaches (In this light, take everything you've gleaned with a grain of salt, because conditions change.), Malt (PFAH - Rayne: You need so much therapy)
Word Count: 593
Rating: PG
Notes: Takes place from 1987 to 1997.
Story: Phase; The title of this is "One to Whom I Owe My Life."
Summary: Rayne while growing up.
She could remember her mother telling her that they had to move for the first time when she was seven. Rayne knew they had moved before then, but it never really registered with her. This was the first time she realized that she’d be leaving more than a town and a bar, and all of her mother’s coworkers. She would be leaving behind the very first bedroom that was hers and hers alone, and the first friend she had ever made at school.
Rayne remembered crying. She remembered her mother crying even more.
~~~
Moving always meant a new town, a new house, and a new bar. Rayne never thought to ask her mother why she didn’t try and find other jobs. She didn’t know other jobs existed when it came to her mother. Sage Wyman and bars went together like peanut butter and jelly, in Rayne’s small eyes.
In her younger years, Rayne never understood that bars meant tips and immediate money. She only knew that it was a smoky atmosphere full of loud music and louder people. Even tucked away from sight behind the bar, she felt like she was the luckiest little girl in the world.
~~~
New bars meant new bosses for Sage, and new uncles for Rayne.
Rayne liked Uncle Sal the most, because she saw him more than once. Rayne could never remember moving back to somewhere they had already left until they moved to New York City once, twice, multiple times over multiple years.
Uncle Sal treated her mother nicely, and he seemed to understand their situation a lot better than Rayne ever did at the age of eight, eleven, fourteen. They always spent longer in New York City than anywhere else, and Rayne would always remember how Sal would press a wad of bills into her mother’s hands, every time before they left.
~~~
It was a bar where she got her first job, working alongside her mother. She was barely fifteen and just developed when a tray was put in her hands and an apron around her waist, and pushed into the deep end feet first.
After that, it was a whirlwind of drink orders and patrons, tips and flirtation and barely avoided hands. Rayne would always shower after work to remove the smell of smoke and alcohol and grease, and scrub extra hard to remove the night’s customers from her skin.
~~~
As much as Rayne loved everything, she hated it just as equally. She loved the bar atmosphere, but hated the people. She loved her mother, but hated her for this life. She was seventeen when everything came to a head, and she wouldn’t remember later what they had fought about. Money, maybe, or maybe they had just gotten to that.
Rayne only remembered telling her mother that everything had been her fault, and that her life would have been better if they hadn’t moved around so much. If her mother hadn’t been such a coward. She remembered telling her mother that she hated her before storming out.
She returned home the next day to find her mother dead.
~~~
Rayne remembered how the doctor told her that her mother had died early, but naturally. A life of stress and exhaustion, he had said, caused her to die very young.
Rayne had laughed, finding that hysterical. Laughed, because what else was she supposed to do? It was funny, because it was true. After that was blank except for a few flashes. Screaming, clawing, biting. A needle in her arm, and then darkness.