Her Smile Is A Mask

Mikayla Elizabeth Wilde, Age 22, 'The Protector'. I am a beauty blogger and a performer, but don't let the girliness fool you; if you raise a hand to my family, you'll be pulling back a bloody stub.

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mickey-liz:

“Perfect,” Mickey responded with a grin as she took the keys and left the cafe. “Your car survives you on a daily basis; it’ll be fine with me.” She plugged her phone into the car’s sound system and pulled up a nostalgic playlist, Sk8er Boi playing at a tapered but audible volume. She jumped onto the interstate and set her cruise control as they passed by a couple exits, trying to think of something to talk about so that Lilah would be distracted by the time they passed a few more exits and got off at the one leading to their parents’ house. “Is there any chance of you not drawing a dick on my footwrap? I took today but I’m working tomorrow so if you must draw one, at least make it round so i can tell the kids that its my sister’s crude drawing of Mickey Mouse.”

Lilah rolled her eyes but otherwise didn’t comment on her sisters choice in music. She was too much in her head to really care or pay attention. She felt too raw, too exposed, and the memories she preferred to keep buried too close to the surface. She didn’t talk about her complicated relationship with her parents with anyone, but now that she had opened pandora’s box she doubted Mickey would let her her seal it shut again.

“I’ll be sure to draw a pussy too. You can tell them it’s an alien boarding the mothership.” She said, but it came out forced. A poor imitation of her usual sass. “Where’re you taking me anyway?”

[mickey-liz]

Mickey sensed the forced reply, turning the music up a little. She really hoped this worked. “Memory Lane,” she answered vaguely, practically feeling the sweat collect on her upper lip. She started down her parents street but continued on to another. Her plan kept changing in her head, and she wasn’t even sure the current one was the best version. She pulled into the parking lot of the elementary and middle school they’d attended, with the high school shortly behind it; slowly cruising around the grounds.

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mickey-liz:

“That’s very unladylike,” Mickey commented at her sister’s seated position as she lowkey limped back to the table. “We’re going for a ride,” she declared as she threw on her sunglasses, her hair flipping as her head cocked to the side, as if daring the other to argue. “I’m driving.” Had she just gotten out of the hospital? Yes. Was the car in the parking lot her sister’s and not hers? Sure was. Was she the younger and slightly less dynamic one? Yup. Was this happening? Absolutely.

Lilah narrowed her eyes at Mickey but held out her keyring on her pinky finger regardless.“Fine, but if you hurt my baby, our sisterly bond wont save you from my wrath.” It was an empty threat. Mostly. Lilah had owned the cherry red Miata since she was sixteen– she’d bought it with her own money, lost her virginity in it, slept in it when she didn’t want to go home, crashed it when she was too intoxicated to be driving– it had a lot of sentimental value. It was on it’s last leg of life though, and she knew it would probably give out on her within the year. “But if you do total her, I guess it’d be a good time to finally get that bike I’ve been eying up.”

[mickey-liz]

“Perfect,” Mickey responded with a grin as she took the keys and left the cafe. “Your car survives you on a daily basis; it’ll be fine with me.” She plugged her phone into the car’s sound system and pulled up a nostalgic playlist, Sk8er Boi playing at a tapered but audible volume. She jumped onto the interstate and set her cruise control as they passed by a couple exits, trying to think of something to talk about so that Lilah would be distracted by the time they passed a few more exits and got off at the one leading to their parents’ house. “Is there any chance of you not drawing a dick on my footwrap? I took today but I’m working tomorrow so if you must draw one, at least make it round so i can tell the kids that its my sister’s crude drawing of Mickey Mouse.”

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mickey-liz:

Mickey narrowed her eyes at her sister’s dismissive responses, but she knew if the roles were switched that she’d be hoping the other would get her way of asking for a break. “Let me brush my hair before we go, Kitty will get concerned if she sees me walk into the house like this.” Her hair wasn’t that bad, in fact it had that messy sexy look a little bit, but having slept in the hospital without a silk pillowcase, it was stringy and staticy. She grabbed her purse and stalked off to the bathroom, leaving her twin alone with her thoughts. Maybe if she got overwhelmed enough by everything swarming in her mind, she’d have to talk more about it. She brushed her blonde locks, noting she needed to get her highlights redone, and painted her lips with with her go-to subtle red lipstick. She took her time with her hands under the dryer, walking cautiosly back up the bathroom sidehall stopping at the end of the hall wall and peering back into the cafe to see how Lilah was so she’d know what she was walking into.

“Aight, fine, go primp,” Lilah said, waving her sister off. She was glad she dropped the conversation and it was over with. She had sworn to herself that her sisters would never know the truth- the full truth- behind her leaving so suddenly. And she had almost spilled everything. God, she was so fucking stupid. She flopped back into one of the chairs, her legs ‘manspread’ despite the fact she was wearing a skirt. She had shorts on underneath, it was fine. She dug her phone out of her bag to shoot her closest friend a text asking if she wanted to hang out later that night along with a wink emoji. They had fallen into the habit of fooling around whenever they were stressed, and Lilah was in desperate need of some kind of physical release.

[mickey-liz]

“That’s very unladylike,” Mickey commented at her sister’s seated position as she lowkey limped back to the table. “We’re going for a ride,” she declared as she threw on her sunglasses, her hair flipping as her head cocked to the side, as if daring the other to argue. “I’m driving.” Had she just gotten out of the hospital? Yes. Was the car in the parking lot her sister’s and not hers? Sure was. Was she the younger and slightly less dynamic one? Yup. Was this happening? Absolutely.

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mickey-liz:

“Yes, I remember,” she replied. “I was still shaken up and wanted to go with you.” She’d been so worried that when Lilah said she wouldn’t let her come along, she’d gone to their parents. She’d thought there was no way they’d be on board with Lilah going away without supervision of some kind. And when her parents told her that Lilah could go alone, she’d figured that they were sending her twin to some kind of happy church camp and that they didnt want Lilah convincing Mickey to help her sneak out. Being told anything otherwise would have turned her head, but it was what exactly was said that had her shoving the muffin bits away. “You said you’d be okay…and Mom said you’d be safe,” she connected slowly. “Why would they lie to me and Kitty about where you were? They must have known we wouldn’t have let the word spread.” She found herself bombarded with many curiosities. She vaguely recalled that Lilah didn’t write to her while she was at her exclusive camp experience. Had that been her choice, or was she not allowed to? It had to have been some kind of catholic facility or at least christian, which were rumored to have more than one messed up idea about effective therapy techniques; what had Lilah been put up to? She didn’t have enough time to even pose all her questions to herself, much less wonder about their answers, before she was given something else to worry and wonder about.

“What do you mean they threatened you? Good question, she thought to herself, Because there are so many different things it could mean. ”What did they threaten to do,“ she rephrased. “And why would it have affected me and Kitty? If it did get to us, wouldn’t it be a good thing since we could tell someone? We could have helped you, Delilah.”

Lilah was never a fidgety person, but right then she wanted to crawl out of her own skin. She didn’t want to talk about this, or think about it. She wanted the entire memory to go away. She dropped her hands under the table, brushing imaginary dirt from her pants. “It was so stupid and I wanted to avoid a massive explosion.” Lilah said. She collected their trash and got up to throw it away, hoping Mickey would catch on the fact the she didn’t want to be there anymore.

“It’s no secret I’m not the favorite daughter, I didn’t want to drag you down with me.” She shrugged, standing next to her chair. “You ready to go?” She hoped that she could distract her sister with her bad driving and the topic would be dropped.

[mickey-liz]

Mickey narrowed her eyes at her sister's dismissive responses, but she knew if the roles were switched that she'd be hoping the other would get her way of asking for a break. "Let me brush my hair before we go, Kitty will get concerned if she sees me walk into the house like this." Her hair wasn't that bad, in fact it had that messy sexy look a little bit, but having slept in the hospital without a silk pillowcase, it was stringy and staticy. She grabbed her purse and stalked off to the bathroom, leaving her twin alone with her thoughts. Maybe if she got overwhelmed enough by everything swarming in her mind, she'd have to talk more about it. She brushed her blonde locks, noting she needed to get her highlights redone, and painted her lips with with her go-to subtle red lipstick. She took her time with her hands under the dryer, walking cautiosly back up the bathroom sidehall stopping at the end of the hall wall and peering back into the cafe to see how Lilah was so she'd know what she was walking into.

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mickey-liz:

“Not fast enough,” Mickey shrugged. “My body’s obviously trying to carboload for some reason. Plus gossiping on an empty stomach is dangerous.” She finished the half of a muffin and decided to stop there- she didn’t want to go too rough on her body right out of the hospital. Besides that, she got the feeling that this would be going beyond gossip- which she honestly didn’t have a whole lot of experience with. She’d just have to listen and try not to be an insufferable bitch. “I’ll probably agree to not telling Kitty about your thing when you do the same for me,” she declared hoping the ‘probably’ didn’t stand out too much because there was a chance this was something their sister should get to know. “Why would you think they were going to kick you out? Your grades weren’t that bad, and didn’t you usually get away with sneaking out or whatever?” She was trying not to get mad, but if this turned out to be a case of Lilah being a drama queen, heads were going to roll: both because her leaving had taken its toll, and because being a drama queen was her thing.

Lilah’s heart was beating so hard that she swore it was going to crack a rib. Her head was swimming and her hands had started to tremble just slightly. She never thought she would be telling her sister, and it was starting to make her have an anxiety attack. Under normal circumstances she would have been analyzing what Mickey was saying but she had fallen too far into her own mind to catch the ‘probably’. She took a deep breath but it did nothing to calm her. 

“Do you remember that summer when I went to camp with out you or Kitty? It was a couple months after my car crash?” Lilah felt like she was going to be sick. She couldn’t look at Mickey and instead stared at the remains of her muffin. “I was never at any camp, they sent me to rehab but when I came home things were bad, Mickey. They were always threatening me and…” Lilah stopped. She had already said more than she wanted to. “And I left before it started to effect you or Kitty.”

[mickey-liz]

"Yes, I remember," she replied. "I was still shaken up and wanted to go with you." She'd been so worried that when Lilah said she wouldn't let her come along, she'd gone to their parents. She'd thought there was no way they'd be on board with Lilah going away without supervision of some kind. And when her parents told her that Lilah could go alone, she'd figured that they were sending her twin to some kind of happy church camp and that they didnt want Lilah convincing Mickey to help her sneak out. Being told anything otherwise would have turned her head, but it was what exactly was said that had her shoving the muffin bits away. "You said you'd be okay...and Mom said you'd be safe," she connected slowly. "Why would they lie to me and Kitty about where you were? They must have known we wouldn't have let the word spread." She found herself bombarded with many curiosities. She vaguely recalled that Lilah didn't write to her while she was at her exclusive camp experience. Had that been her choice, or was she not allowed to? It had to have been some kind of catholic facility or at least christian, which were rumored to have more than one messed up idea about effective therapy techniques; what had Lilah been put up to? She didn't have enough time to even pose all her questions to herself, much less wonder about their answers, before she was given something else to worry and wonder about.

"What do you mean they threatened you? Good question, she thought to herself, Because there are so many different things it could mean. "What did they threaten to do," she rephrased. "And why would it have affected me and Kitty? If it did get to us, wouldn't it be a good thing since we could tell someone? We could have helped you, Delilah."

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mickey-liz:

Mickey studied her sister through all the phases of whatever was going on in her mind, trying to figure out what exactly that was.  Never having really been told what had happened, she’d always just assumed that Lilah was too free-spirited to get along with someone who tried to control her or put her in a box- but obviously that wasn’t the whole story. She was trying to come up with guesses while also waiting to be told the answer when she felt the other’s pointed gaze. “Mmm yeah, no, take it from someone who knows the fine natures of gossip, you’re getting carried away.”  She reached over and grabbed Lilah’s muffin, pulling the paper off of one side of it.  “You tell me your piece, and if it’s juicy enough, I’ll actually strongly consider telling mine.” She tore the muffin in half and gave the still wrapped half back to Lilah, biting into her own half. “Now get to talking; I’ve been waiting years for this tea to spill.”

“Hey, I was eating that,” Lilah snapped even though she was quite obviously not eating it. She unwrapped the half Mickey gave back to her, taking a bite and using it as a chance to mull over her options. She could drop the whole conversation, pretend the entire afternoon had never happened. Keep living a lie and let her sister believe she had left willingly. Or, she could unload some of it. Mickey didn’t need to know all of the nitty gritty, just enough to have a vague understanding. Lilah swallowed and her mouth was dry in a way that had nothing to do with the muffin. “They were kicking me out, I left before mom could make a huge scene in the family room and drag you and Kitty into the mess I’d made of our lives– and speaking of kitty, you better not breath word of this to her. I’ll tell her in my own time.”

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"Not fast enough," Mickey shrugged. "My body's obviously trying to carboload for some reason. Plus gossiping on an empty stomach is dangerous." She finished the half of a muffin and decided to stop there- she didn't want to go too rough on her body right out of the hospital. Besides that, she got the feeling that this would be going beyond gossip- which she honestly didn't have a whole lot of experience with. She'd just have to listen and try not to be an insufferable bitch. "I'll probably agree to not telling Kitty about your thing when you do the same for me," she declared hoping the 'probably' didn't stand out too much because there was a chance this was something their sister should get to know. "Why would you think they were going to kick you out? Your grades weren't that bad, and didn't you usually get away with sneaking out or whatever?" She was trying not to get mad, but if this turned out to be a case of Lilah being a drama queen, heads were going to roll: both because her leaving had taken its toll, and because being a drama queen was her thing.

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Crash And Burn || Miclilah

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mickey-liz:

Mickey could feel her sister shaking against her leg, and with her boyfriend’s jacket covering her, she couldn’t tell herself that she was just cold. She kept a straight face at the apology and willed herself to say something less bitchy and more tough love. “You’ll be lucky if I don’t convince mom and dad to enroll your ass in AA.” Welp..that went well. She stayed quiet for a minute trying to think of something else. “You know, you wouldn’t have to say that so much to people if you would stop doing stupid things so often. Even if you could cut your recklessness in half. People who care about you would sure appreciate it. Your body would too.” She held Lilah close, not wanting to let go, as she shone the light from her cell phone in the air for the EMTs to follow, not trusting her voice to work properly right now. She could hear their footsteps, heavy from whatever equipment they were carrying, the situation getting more real by the second.

Lilah closed her eyes and tried to force the tears to slow and her lungs to move at a normal pace. She hated being so weak, so vulnerable. So stupid. Why did she have to drink so much? Why did she have to hang out with people who let her get behind the wheel of a car. Her mother was right, all she did was humiliate her family and make herself look like a fool. “I don’t want to go to rehab,” Lilah murmured, so quiet she wasn’t sure if Mickey could even hear here. Lights flashed behind her eyelids as the EMT’s got to them. There were voices and strange hands touching her, but she didn’t care. Lilah just wanted to sleep.

[mickey-liz]

Mickey didn’t hear her twin’s words, too busy trying to be alert so she would be able to do anything the EMTs told her to do quickly.  She held Lilah’s hand as she was put onto a stretcher, the sirens and lights taking her to a different world.  Next thing she knew, one of the EMTs was looking at her expectantly.  “What?” she asked confused, having no idea what was going on even as it happened.  “I asked what happened” one of the guys replied.  “Oh she um...”  Drove drunk? Crashed into a tree?  Started doing stuff with her body that is usually only seen on television when someone is like dying or some shit?  “She hit a tree.”  “I can see that. Why did she hit a tree?” Mickey hated that look. That look given to college kids by adults when they something that is less than stellar.  Even at this time of confusion, she refused to let herself feel stupid. “She drank too much at a frat party.  Someone saw it and told me and I came and and then I found her on the street and she was all bloody she was shaking and now she’s- Li?” She’d looked over to the stretcher, where her sister didn’t seem very responsive. “Delilah?” Even as she ran towards her twin in a panic, her words were soft, as if said by a small child who’d walked in on their father killing their pet bunny and they couldn’t believe their own eyes.  

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mickey-liz:

Mickey scarfed down her danish, the hospital food having not done much in settling her appetite. “Why?” It was simple question, though it held a lot of weight for reasons she didn’t know. This discussion was originally just to take the heat off of her, but this was honestly something she’d wondered about for some time. She knew that while Lilah wasn’t quite the sly master about it as she was, her sister could probably spin the conversation back onto Mickey. So if she didn’t, maybe she actually wanted to talk.

The little black seeds were starting to create a pile now, and Lilah’s anxiety felt like a tangible thing clogging her throat. She had always wished she had someone to talk to about her mother. Her only real friend was Taylor and they never talked about heavy stuff, their friendship was always a release from negativity. The only other people she was close to were her sisters, but did she really need to burden them with this?

Lilah paused in her dissection of the muffin, eyes meeting Mickey’s. She wasn’t the only one keeping secrets, Mic still hadn’t answered her about what really happened at the hospital. “I’ll tell you if you tell me,” she said, forcing her anxiety down.

[mickey-liz]

Mickey studied her sister through all the phases of whatever was going on in her mind, trying to figure out what exactly that was.  Never having really been told what had happened, she’d always just assumed that Lilah was too free-spirited to get along with someone who tried to control her or put her in a box- but obviously that wasn’t the whole story. She was trying to come up with guesses while also waiting to be told the answer when she felt the other’s pointed gaze. “Mmm yeah, no, take it from someone who knows the fine natures of gossip, you’re getting carried away.”  She reached over and grabbed Lilah’s muffin, pulling the paper off of one side of it.  “You tell me your piece, and if it’s juicy enough, I’ll actually strongly consider telling mine.” She tore the muffin in half and gave the still wrapped half back to Lilah, biting into her own half. “Now get to talking; I’ve been waiting years for this tea to spill.”

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mickey-liz:

Mickey shrugged. “This is true. I’d be of little use without Beyonce anyway- I’d have nothing to choreograph to.” She stayed quiet until they got inside, ordering her drink and some kind of danish that probably hat enough carbs and fat to add visible pounds to her tiny body. She stayed stone cold and silent until she finally got a sip of her drink to fuel her. “You don’t get along with teachers either, but you didn’t stop school the day you turned 18. What you did do was pack up and move out with no warning leaving me the only sane person there. Did you even celebrate with Kitty and I because I don’t remember that happening. What could mom have possibly done to deter you from a party and a chance to further corrupt your little sisters?” She had successfully turned the conversation off of herself, she was filling herself with carbs and coffee, and she wasn’t even paying for it. Over all not too bad of a day; definitely looking up from last night.

Lilah didn’t know how the conversation so easily got turned from Mickey onto herself. But now she feeling vastly uncomfortable and focused her attention on picking the sesame seeds off of her muffin. “Nope I was out of the house before the sun even came up. Packed my shit the night before and was up at the crack of ass to leave. I didn’t want to ruin the day for you and Kitty so I tried to just get out of there.” It wasn’t a total lie. Lilah always thought she had done the right thing by leaving quietly before anyone woke up and keeping her sisters in the dark about the truth. There was no point in Mickey or Kitty knowing that she hadn’t completely left by her own choice, and if she could have she would have taken both of them with her.

[mickey-liz]

Mickey scarfed down her danish, the hospital food having not done much in settling her appetite. "Why?" It was simple question, though it held a lot of weight for reasons she didn't know. This discussion was originally just to take the heat off of her, but this was honestly something she'd wondered about for some time. She knew that while Lilah wasn't quite the sly master about it as she was, her sister could probably spin the conversation back onto Mickey. So if she didn't, maybe she actually wanted to talk.

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Crash And Burn || Miclilah

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mickey-liz:

Mcikey rolled her eyes at her sister’s behavior. “Your self pity is neither cute nor useful.” She dialled 911 and tried to tell them her location (um..highway 46 near some trees), before grabbing her letterman jacket from her car and slipping it over her bare arms, grabbing her boyfriend’s heavier one for her twin. She covered Lilah up and sat down on the ground cross-legged, lifting her sister’s head up onto her lap smoothing her hair that was stuck to her face from the tears. “Help will be here soon, just keep breathing okay?”

Lilah turned her face to press against Mickey’s thigh. She was shaking and she didn’t know if it was because she was crying or having a panic attack. When the hospital bills came to their house, their parents would be pissed. She would be lucky if they didn’t kick her out as soon as they found out she had been driving while drunk. “I’m s-sorry, Mic.” She murmured, clinging to her sister. She could hear the ambulance sirens already, and she knew she had really fucked up.

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Mickey could feel her sister shaking against her leg, and with her boyfriend's jacket covering her, she couldn't tell herself that she was just cold. She kept a straight face at the apology and willed herself to say something less bitchy and more tough love. "You'll be lucky if I don't convince mom and dad to enroll your ass in AA." Welp..that went well. She stayed quiet for a minute trying to think of something else. "You know, you wouldn't have to say that so much to people if you would stop doing stupid things so often. Even if you could cut your recklessness in half. People who care about you would sure appreciate it. Your body would too." She held Lilah close, not wanting to let go, as she shone the light from her cell phone in the air for the EMTs to follow, not trusting her voice to work properly right now. She could hear their footsteps, heavy from whatever equipment they were carrying, the situation getting more real by the second.

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Crash And Burn || Miclilah

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mickey-liz:

Mickey looked her sister over, thankful that at least there weren’t any joints bending the wrong way.  “Tell it to Victoria’s Secret,” she muttered, still ticked that her mother wouldn’t let her go to the open call for a new angel the week before.  “Well if you’re seeing angels, at least you know you’re not dead.  If you’d said I looked like Lucifer then I’d be scared.”  Of course the girl was lying through her teeth.  You could say a lot of things about Lilah, but she was always there in her own way for Mickey.  And while Mickey had always talked big about being a force to be reckoned with towards anything that meant her family harm, it wasn’t something she’d really had to follow through with doing for Lilah before.  

“You’re gonna be okay, I’ll call for help.”  She pulled her phone out of her bra and was two rings away from a phone call before realizing that their mother was probably not the best person to call.  If she called an ambulance, her parents might get billed for it.  “Okay Mic you got this, you can hold your own weight so you can pick up Lilah and put her in the car,” she said quietly to herself.  She lifted her twin, but had to put her back down after half a second.  Probably would have been good to remember that she could only hold her own weight for a few seconds at a time and that her twin weighed more than her.  “I can’t lift you, should I call an ambulance?  Or I guess I could call my boyfriend…Lilah what do I do?”

“You’re starting to sound like Lucifer.” Lilah mumbled. She couldn’t tell if she was in pain because of the accident or because she had drank so much. Though she suspected the fact that she felt anything at all wasn’t a good sign. She settled for keeping quiet and letting her sister manhandle her. Lilah figured her life was over anyway. She couldn’t hide this from her mother forever. The front of her car was in bad shape and she knew she had to be covered in cuts and bruising. Her mother would be furious. They had already been fighting so much. 

“No. No ambulance, just leave me here to die.” She grumbled, tucking her legs against her chest. She could feel hot tears rolling down her cheeks, and she hated herself because she couldn’t make them stop. “I fucked up, I shouldn’t have been driving I’m so fucking drunk.” Lilah was shaking and she curled further into herself. “Just leave me here to get run over.”

[mickey-liz]

Mcikey rolled her eyes at her sister's behavior. "Your self pity is neither cute nor useful." She dialled 911 and tried to tell them her location (um..highway 46 near some trees), before grabbing her letterman jacket from her car and slipping it over her bare arms, grabbing her boyfriend's heavier one for her twin. She covered Lilah up and sat down on the ground cross-legged, lifting her sister's head up onto her lap smoothing her hair that was stuck to her face from the tears. "Help will be here soon, just keep breathing okay?"

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mickey-liz:

“If it ever came down to saving me or killing everyone, which would include Beyonce, you should definitely just leave me. I’d take the plunge for the greater good.”  She scoffed, “Please, if youd’ve crashed, he’d sue us for so much we’d have to sell Kitty.”  Mickey felt pretty attacked by that last comment, but she had been given an idea that was cause for her to be now hiding a smirk.  “I’m an ex-cheerleader honors student with a solid good-paying job and an incresingly active social life; my life is hardly melting.  But you did mention something that does need to be deeply talked about.  We should probably start from the beginning of the downfall of your relationship with our mother; and I’ll know what that beginning is as soon as I have my caffeine.”

“No offense, but I don’t think it would ever come down to you and Beyonce. You aren’t that important to the rest of the word.” Lilah teased, gently shoving Mickey’s shoulder. “I don’t think we would get much for Kitty, she has too big of a smart mouth. We wouldn’t get much for selling me either, so if it came down to it you would have to take one for the team.” She got out of the car, but paused. Lilah never talked about why her and their mother didn’t get along, she didn’t talk about how on the morning of their eighteenth birthday she had packed up her clothes and moved out. She didn’t want to taint Mickey and Kitty’s relationship with their parents. The bad blood Lilah had with them was her own business. “I’ve alway had a problem with authority, it shouldn’t be a surprise that I don’t get along with Mom.” She said as she led the way into Starbucks, and it wasn’t a complete lie.

[mickey-liz]

Mickey shrugged. "This is true. I'd be of little use without Beyonce anyway- I'd have nothing to choreograph to." She stayed quiet until they got inside, ordering her drink and some kind of danish that probably hat enough carbs and fat to add visible pounds to her tiny body. She stayed stone cold and silent until she finally got a sip of her drink to fuel her. "You don't get along with teachers either, but you didn't stop school the day you turned 18. What you did do was pack up and move out with no warning leaving me the only sane person there. Did you even celebrate with Kitty and I because I don't remember that happening. What could mom have possibly done to deter you from a party and a chance to further corrupt your little sisters?" She had successfully turned the conversation off of herself, she was filling herself with carbs and coffee, and she wasn't even paying for it. Over all not too bad of a day; definitely looking up from last night.

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Crash And Burn || Miclilah

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lilahgonewilde:

Lilah and laid down the the asphalt, the road was cool against her heated skin and it made her feel less nauseated and achey. She couldn’t think, her brain was too alcohol drenched for her to focus on anything or figure out what to do. She knew it was likely a car could fly around the corner and run her over, but that sounded so much better than having to ever tell her parents what she had done. The possibility of telling them was worse than the pain of her body.

She heard the sound of a car coming to a stop near by and than someone was touching her. But her head felt filled with cotton and she couldn’t find it in herself to look up. She didn’t care, she didn’t care about anything. She didn’t care about how she was giving her mother more of a reason to hate her, and her father reason to look down on her. She didn’t care if the person shaking her thought she was dead. She might as well be. 

But the words the person was saying broke through Lilah’s alcoholic depression. Mickey… This wasn’t just any person, this was her sister. She loved both of her siblings, but Mickey had always been her other half. She slowly forced herself to roll onto her side, the action zapping all of her energy. The steet light above them cast Mickey in an otherworldly glow. “You look like an angel from this angle.” Lilah said, her voice scratchy.

Mickey looked her sister over, thankful that at least there weren’t any joints bending the wrong way.  “Tell it to Victoria’s Secret,” she muttered, still ticked that her mother wouldn’t let her go to the open call for a new angel the week before.  “Well if you’re seeing angels, at least you know you’re not dead.  If you’d said I looked like Lucifer then I’d be scared.”  Of course the girl was lying through her teeth.  You could say a lot of things about Lilah, but she was always there in her own way for Mickey.  And while Mickey had always talked big about being a force to be reckoned with towards anything that meant her family harm, it wasn’t something she’d really had to follow through with doing for Lilah before.  

“You’re gonna be okay, I’ll call for help.”  She pulled her phone out of her bra and was two rings away from a phone call before realizing that their mother was probably not the best person to call.  If she called an ambulance, her parents might get billed for it.  “Okay Mic you got this, you can hold your own weight so you can pick up Lilah and put her in the car,” she said quietly to herself.  She lifted her twin, but had to put her back down after half a second.  Probably would have been good to remember that she could only hold her own weight for a few seconds at a time and that her twin weighed more than her.  “I can’t lift you, should I call an ambulance?  Or I guess I could call my boyfriend...Lilah what do I do?”

[calamitymuses]

Keep Her Safe || F2F

[mickey-liz]

lilahgonewilde:

“Well the both of you are loosing that bet. You could get kidnapped and I would kill everyone in the city to get you back before I called Mom. I wouldn’t piss on that woman if she was on fire.” Lilah said, shooting her sister a pointed look. Their mother had kicked her out of the house as soon as she was eighteen, and Lilah hadn’t willing spoken the woman since. “Don’t be dramatic, I’m a great driver, that jackass saw me and sped up. If we had crashed it would be his fault.” She parked in the only spot at the front of the coffee shop and turned to look at Mikey. “Are you the polar bears and the melting ice is your life?”

“If it ever came down to saving me or killing everyone, which would include Beyonce, you should definitely just leave me. I’d take the plunge for the greater good.”  She scoffed, “Please, if youd’ve crashed, he’d sue us for so much we’d have to sell Kitty.”  Mickey felt pretty attacked by that last comment, but she had been given an idea that was cause for her to be now hiding a smirk.  “I’m an ex-cheerleader honors student with a solid good-paying job and an incresingly active social life; my life is hardly melting.  But you did mention something that does need to be deeply talked about.  We should probably start from the beginning of the downfall of your relationship with our mother; and I’ll know what that beginning is as soon as I have my caffeine.”

[calamitymuses]

Keep Her Safe || F2F

[calamitymuses]

mickey-liz:

Mickey climbed in the passenger seat of Lilah’s car.  “This is true, you do owe me.  And you owe it to me to keep your mouth shut about it; from Mom, from Kitty, from my cheer captain and coach, and um everyone else.”  Mickey had always kept her sister’s intoxicated stories hush-hush from the family.  Lilah wasn’t an alcoholic, she just liked to live in the moment at parties and have fun.  “There’s no way in hell I’ll be telling you anything until you get me to Starbucks because I’ve yet to have my coffee and you’re lucky I haven’t literally chewed your head off.”  She closed her eyes as they left the lot.  “Maybe after coffee though.  Depends what’s in it for me.”

Lilah snorted. “I haven’t willing talked to Mom in years, and I’m not about to start.” She made a sharp u-turn, cutting someone off in the process. They laid on their horn at her, but she ignored them and sped up. “As for anyone else, I’ll keep my mouth shut. It isn’t my business to tell after all.” Mickey kept quite and Lilah’s drinking problem, she could keep quiet about this. “I’m heading to Starbucks, you’re grumpy when coffee deprived. I’ll even pay, but you gotta talk to me Mic.”

[mickey-liz]

Mickey shrugged. "Kitty and I have a bet going about whether or not something big enough for you to call Mom about will happen. And since there aren't any unerupted volcanoes in sight, I think I've got this one in the bag. But hey, ya never know, I guess. The kid does have an annoying way of being right sometimes. Now I know how you feel about me." She threw her arms up to cover her ears from the drone of the horn. "You just picked me up from the hospital; couldn't you drive like a normal person before you give me a frickin migraine?" Starbucks coming into view, she sighed. "You wanna talk, Lilah, let's talk. So...global warming sure sucks for those polar bears huh?"

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Crash And Burn || Miclilah

Stupid, stupid, stupid! God, how could she be so fucking stupid! Lilah saw the infomercials on the dangers of drunk driving all the time, in school they had to watch those movies of people getting killing or killing other people. She should have known better than to get completely trashed at some dumb frat party and then get behind the wheel. She could barely stand why did she think she could drive?

Thankfully she’d run off the road and hit a tree and not another car or a person. Be she had hit so hard that the front of her car had crumpled and her body had slammed into the steering wheel. Lilah forced the door opened and stumbled out, her chest felt tender and bruised and she could feel sticky blood on her face from a gash at her temple but she was relatively unharmed. She stared at her wrecked car for a long moment before a choked sound escaped her and she dropped to her knees.

She knew the asphalt had to be tearing her fishnet stockings and strands of her blond hair were being matted together with blood as it hug around her face like a curtain. What was she supposed to do? She didn’t know how to fix this and she couldn’t call her parents. God, they already hated her, she couldn’t give them more ammunition against her. Lilah didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know how to handle this. She didn’t – this was too much – she really fucked up – how did she – what if she–

A noise that sounded like a wounded animal filled the silent air, and it took Lilah a moment to realize the sound had come from her. Hot tears were rolling down her cheeks and her whole body was shaking.

[mickey-liz]

‘Dude, how are you at two different frat parties at the same time?“ A comment from a friend of her boyfriend was what piqued Mickey’s interest enough to put her cocktail down. "It’s a magical triplet power; listen, when you saw me at the other party, did I look lost and out of place, or was I neck high in shot glasses?” The girl that was with the guy answered. “Girl, you was wrecked.” Unaware of just how much 'wrecked’ would become the operative term, she’d shrugged off the fact that Lilah was drunk at a frat party. But wait…what if she was at a better party? “Where was the party?” The girl must’ve been out of it herself, as her response had been 'over at Phi Beta Tampon’, but Mickey figured it must’ve been Phi Beta Zeta. “Hm. They don’t exactly get their booze from an ABC store. Hope she doesn’t get alcohol poisoning…and if she does I hope she doesn’t puke on my stuff.” The guy shrugged. “She won’t be making it that far. Girl could barely stand; I doubt she made it to her car…probably wasn’t even her car she was headed to.” Mickey smirked. “She better hope she doesn’t make it home, or may Jesus protect her from my parents. That is if they even let her in the house.” Her boyfriend came up with afresh beer and put an arm around her. “Either way, she’s probably going to wake up tomorrow cold, wrecked, and confused on a park bench.” Mickey had laughed.

About ten minutes later, her boyfriend had gotten a call from someone who had been driving home from the party. Mickey was just rejoining the group after a refill, returning to see her boyfriend confused on the phone. “Babe, what’s wrong,” she’d asked. “My friend is convinced he saw you go way off road on the way home.” Mickey had taken his phone out of his hand and gotten as many details as the guy on the other end could offer before kissing her boyfriend goodbye and grabbing her things as she’d sped out to her car.

Now she was driving down the highway with her brightest lights on, searching for her sister’s car. The front of the car had been so smashed that the remainder of the car was almost too small for her to see. She pulled off on the shoulder of the road and jumped out of her car. “Delilah?” She carefully made her way down to the crash site, hearing the most wretched pathetic sound she’d ever heard. Following it, she found her twin. “Li?!” She squated down and shook her sister, tears slowly falling down her face. “Lilah? Can you-Can you hear me? I-it’s Mickey, please be awake!” From watching tv, she knew that whatever was medically going on from the crash, a high Blood Alcohol Level wouldn't be helpful.

[calamitymuses]

Keep Her Safe || F2F

[calamitymuses]

Lilah couldn’t help but snort at Mickey playing along with her teasing. “You know it does, baby!” She said, lightly smacking her hand against the side of her sister’s thigh. She was a flirter, always had been and likely always would be, but Lilah had always especially liked flirting with Mickey. She liked trying to embarrass her and make her flustered. “Of course, I came. How many times have you picked me up off of bathroom floors because I was too drunk? I owe you. But are you going to tell me what’s really going on? I know you aren’t telling me something.”

[mickey-liz]

Mickey climbed in the passenger seat of Lilah’s car.  “This is true, you do owe me.  And you owe it to me to keep your mouth shut about it; from Mom, from Kitty, from my cheer captain and coach, and um everyone else.”  Mickey had always kept her sister’s intoxicated stories hush-hush from the family.  Lilah wasn’t an alcoholic, she just liked to live in the moment at parties and have fun.  “There’s no way in hell I’ll be telling you anything until you get me to Starbucks because I’ve yet to have my coffee and you’re lucky I haven’t literally chewed your head off.”  She closed her eyes as they left the lot.  “Maybe after coffee though.  Depends what’s in it for me.”