âIâm going to whisper a silent prayer to those who participate in Halloween festivities â itâs always good giving a needed blessing in the midst of horror.â
âHuh? Youâre joking, right?â
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âIâm going to whisper a silent prayer to those who participate in Halloween festivities â itâs always good giving a needed blessing in the midst of horror.â
âHuh? Youâre joking, right?â
âChloe?â Thea gave the blonde an incredulous look, Red Creek being the last place sheâd expect to see her. âWhatâŠwhat are you doing here?â
Of course she was here. Was she and Clark still together? There was so little she knew about her brotherâs life nowadays. âOn holiday. Thought I could use the change of scenery. You look.... different.â Chloe couldnât put a finger on it but she did. Then again, she had not seen Thea for a very long time.
âHow is a pumpkin sexy or in your case slutty? Pretty sure if youâre gonna go orangeâat least be some hot inmate.â
âFiguring that out is half the fun. Nah, thatâs too easy.I like a challenge. What about you? Are you going for slutty or scary?â
âNever knew those two words could coexist together.â
âWell, you learn something new every day.â
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  It was almost borderline, horrific. How the two of them used to lean on each other for everything and now, could barely look at each other. He didnât want to ever become like his father. An absentee person with  wild temper. And yet, daring to look at Chloe, he could realize just how fucked up things had turned out to be. In fact, he was more like his father than he ever realized. And it made him sick. Yet, he had learned the art of composure. Head held high as if he was unbothered by the sickly bittersweet tone in her voice. Lips pursed into his own indiscernible expression. âLike youâd ever want a fuckinâ hug.â Clark snorted carelessly, knowing the words were meant to sting. And they did. But heâd never admit to that. Hell, heâd swallow his own feelings down until there was nothing left. It was just how he was â or so heâd like to say.
     âFun?â Okay, he had to laugh at that. If Chloe even knew the dangers she could be in just bybeing here, well â sheâd likely not be laughing any longer. âDonât you think dadâd be pissed for you coming out to supernatural territory?â And there was his own backlash. His own knife in her back, despite the wounds it caused himself. Family, their father more specifically, would always be a sore spot. A man too carelessly focused on the hunters way than he was on his own seven children. âWell, you look just fine to me. So, again, why are you here? I donât want you here.â It came out crueler than intended. The need to protect his siblings, even with such a tarnished relationship as theirs was insurmountable. And yet all it sounded like was that he didnât give a damn at all.
Chloe shrugged because frankly she didnât. It was too late for that. She used to live for those big brother bear hugs of his. The ones that would almost crush her. Felt safe at the time. Now she knew that if he touched her at all it would feel strange and just uncomfortable. She heard the sarcasm in his voice  but it didnât affect her much. Other than hints of mild revulsion in her expression, and the unpleasant pang of nostalgia, she seemed to be doing fine. At least on the surface. That was until he mentioned their father and her body grew rigid. Chloe looked like she was starting to choke up. Or it couldâve been bile rising up her throat. How dare he? And with a straight face. She could have hit him. Reach out and hit him right on the nose. Clark knew what to say to make her feel bad but she was not going to give him the satisfaction. She made a disgusted face then laughed. âDoesnât matter how heâd feel. Heâs dead. Donât tell me youâre getting sentimental?.â
Clark asked again. Why was she here? Was it wrong for her to want to see him? In some way she did want to know where he was and what he was doing with his life. Chloe felt like a masochist. Specially when she realized that he was doing just fine and dandy without her in his life. When he said he didnât want her here she could feel her eyes grow hot. However, Chloe had learned how to keep the tears from falling. She held them there until they burned her eyeballs. Fine? She looked fine? Nothing was fine. Nothing. And it was all his fault as far as she was concerned. âI donât care what you want. Iâm here because I want to be. Because I choose to be. Because home isnât fucking home anymore.â She brought her cigarette to her lips, taking a long drag and then expelling the smoke into the air between them. âAre you even gonna ask? About Beth?â
âIâll admit, thatâs creative â strange at the same time.â
âI shall take that as a compliment.â
âI didnât think something like thatâs possible.â
âReally? Look around. Anything is possible around here.â
âHow do you make a pumpkin slutty?â
âTrust me, I can make anything sluttyâ
âA slutty pumpkin? Thatâs actually a thing?â
âCould be. I could rock it.â
âI think Iâm going to need a description of what that costume looks like. My mind is going nowhere good at the moment.â
âI think thatâs the whole point.â
âOr I have better things to do than play stupid little games with little girls whoâd be much more useful wrapped in her own intestines. Should we test that theory out? Or are we just going to shut that precious little mouth of yours before you realize youâre running it to the wrong person.â
âWoah, that time of the month is rough on you huh?. If you need a Midol I have one in my purse.â
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      âSo, were you ever going to tell me you were here or is this just a fuckinâ lovely accident?â Blood family was never something he was good with. Loved them, sure. But ever since his father died, heâd burned that bridge long ago. So seeing one of his sisters was a shock, especially Chloe. She was the second oldest, Clark being the eldest and in the end, she was really the only other one who could feel the severe effects of their fatherâs passing. The damage it had done to an already misconstrued and fucked up family as theirs. Sure, the integrity of what a wholesome family should be was there. Yet what their father had created what with being in the hunting business and his damned sociopathic behavior; well, things were never meant to be good for long. He just never expected to see any of them in Red Creek.Â
     After visiting when Bethany was first bit, he never exactly told any of them where he was going after that. He could blame it on whatever issues he was dealing with at the time, but really it was them. The thought of seeing his sisters (or worse, his mother) and even just talking to them killed him. Clark had messed up so much back then and it was hard to think of ever taking it back now. And so, seeing Chloe could only leave a bitter taste in his mouth, sighing as indifferent as ever.Â
Family used to mean something. Of course that was before everything went straight to hell. A scoff left her lips at his question. Chloe was not expecting a warm welcome. She was not expecting Clark to be happy to see her. Matter of fact, she was counting on his disappointment and surprise. That was the thing that drove her to come here. She wanted him to witness the mess he left behind when he took off. What did he think? That he could run away from her forever? Not if she had her way. âWhat? Donât I get a hug?â The sardonic tone in her voice reflected the bitterness she felt toward her big brother. Oh how the tides changed. Chloe took him in. His face. What he wore. Everything. Clark looked so different to her and yet the same. To think that he used to be her hero and now? âThink of it as an early Christmas gift.â Chloe sighed as she reached for the unlit cigarette that dangled above her ear.
âAm I spoiling your fun?â She placed the cig in between her lips and lit it. This pained her. His detachment. The fact that he could so easily push her out of his life when his absence meant so much to her. It turned her into someone she hated. A real fucking disaster. âLeast you can do is ask me how Iâm doing. Jesus Clark. I could be pregnant or ⊠I donât know⊠dying.â
âI think gonna be a slutty pumpkin for Halloween. What do you think?â
âIâm not even going to dignify that question with an answerâŠâ
âNice trick. See, I think you just don't have one or are just trying to save some time and pull one out of your ass.â