Miaow
Bad job, Superstar!
Haewon had had a firm grip on her sister's shoulder for the majority of the walk to Cabrera's honeymoon suite. She wanted to trust her... but she felt like she needed one of those baby backpack leashes to keep her within a metre radius. The girl was unhinged, and not in a serial killer way, in a slightly suicidal way. In Haewon’s eyes, she wasn’t lashing out to hurt others, she simply didn’t care what the consequences were. Would she prefer it if she were a tiny serial killer?
She took a deep breath. Okay, quickly and quietly, follow the signs to the warden's office, but take a right before the stairs, fourth door on the left. God she hoped she remembered that right, now wasn't the time to be getting lost. At least they had the quiet part down, Minnie hadn't said a word since they'd split from Nari. This area of the prison itself was eerily quiet, other than the echoes from the pit following them down the halls. It was hard to understand any of the actual words coming from the pit, only muffled yells, which was pretty normal for a fight to the death.
"Fuck-- It's this one, right?" Haewon murmured as they passed door after door, pointing ahead. She looked over her shoulder, recounting how many doors they'd passed, before approaching it. She held a hand out to Minnie, signalling for her to stop, before pressing her ear to it. It sounded empty... She couldn't hear any movement, though there remained a background rumble from the pit. She'd given her weapon away, instead raising a fist as she turned the handle and pushed the door open...
Empty. She let out a soft sigh of relief, gesturing for Minnie to go in first, before shutting the door behind them.
“Nice to see how the 1% lives, I guess,” Haewon murmured as she scanned the room… They had a cushy mattress, more pillows than one human could need, and a bedside table each.
“The fuck are they doing? Making pillow forts?” She picked up a pillow, squishing it to test the firmness. She let it drop back onto the bed, pushing down on the mattress.
“You think he sent a scav team out to get this? There’s no way this is a prison mattress,” She flopped onto the bed amongst the pillows.
“Ohhhh~ I can’t possibly commit atrocities without my beauty rest~” She exclaimed, pressing the back of her hand against her forehead as she put on her best Cabrera voice, “I need the softest of mattresses in order to enslave the masses~”
Expecting to hear a laugh or, well, anything from her sister, Haewon was instead met with muffled, echoed retching. She lifted her head with a frown, finding the room empty and the bathroom door open.
“Minnie?” She called out, getting to her feet and following the noise.
Minnie sat on the bathroom floor, hunched over the toilet bowl. The images of Buster on the ground, blood spreading from his chest, and that momentary feeling of relief she felt when she realised it wasn’t Xander who was bleeding… She wretched again.
Haewon let out a soft sigh through her nose, leaning forward to hold the front of Minnie’s hair behind her head.
“You’re okay,” She murmured, taking her hair in one hand as the other rubbed her back. They stayed like that for a while, Haewon repeating the same, reassuring words, until Minnie had emptied the contents of her stomach… though it was mostly stomach acid and bile.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, sitting back against the bathroom wall, her face clammy and pale. She hugged her knees tight to her chest, picking at the dry skin on her palms, worn away by hard labour. Haewon sat across from her, legs folded awkwardly to fit in the small space as she backed up against the edge of the bath. She wasn’t sure how to start this god awful conversation. Part of her hoped Minnie would have forgotten this by the morning, but she knew that wasn’t healthy, either. She wasn’t even sure where to start.
“I’m sorry, Minnie,” Haewon murmured. It felt cliche. It was what everyone said when they found out you’d lost somebody. I’m sorry for your loss. Minnie simply didn’t respond. It wasn’t Haewon’s fault, none of this was. She didn’t make Buster call Cabrera a dickhead or whatever it was he did to get himself put in the pit. She didn’t make Xander kill Dutchess. She wasn’t there for any of those things.
She had so many thoughts in her head. She hated it here. She hated that Buster had to die. She hated the way he looked at her while he died. She hated that Xander would never really be free. She hated that Cabrera was free. She hated that half of the people around her were in the Cabrera fanclub and one wrong move could get her killed. She hated that she had to see his face every damn day when he came for lunch. She hated that she hadn’t killed him when she had the chance. Hate hate hate hate hate. She hated how much hate she felt.
Haewon let out a soft sigh, shuffling herself across the bathroom to sit against the open door, next to her sister. She didn’t touch her, purposely leaving a gap between the two.
“I’m sorry I grabbed you like that… at the pit,” She added.
“I’m sorry I hit you…” Minnie responded without missing a beat.
Haewon smiled a little. If there was one thing the two of them were good at, it was making up after a fight.
“I’m just… I’m really worried about you. Nari is, too,” She told her, her arms resting limply on top of her knees, “The people here will kill you, and we couldn’t do anything to stop them. We could get away with more at Northview. We’re outnumbered here.”
Minnie hugged her knees closer to her chest, her shoulders hunched.
“We’ve spent our whole lives looking out for each other… but I can’t keep you safe while you’re doing stupid stuff like this.”
Haewon could feel anger bubbling up inside her. God, she’d spent her whole childhood keeping this kid alive, her entire life revolved around her and she was trying her hardest to throw it all away. She wanted to scream at her, shake her. I took the bullet for you, over and over! I lost my childhood for you! Don't you get that?! She took a breath.
“I can’t go to work without worrying you’re gonna try and dunk Cabrera’s head in soup.” She murmured.
“He’d deserve it,” Minnie finally responded, staring off at nothing in particular.
“Yeah, then you’d end up just like Xander. They’d put you in the pit– and if you're lucky, they'd just kill you. Or, they keep putting you back in, again and again. As soon as you finish one punishment, they come up with another one. Do you want that?”
“At least he stood up for himself…”
“He didn’t. He got pissed off and emotional and he killed someone important,” Haewon had to pause to take another breath. Gentle parenting, gentle parenting… She was on Minnie’s side here, she needed Minnie to know that. The moment she raised her voice, she lost that trust.
“Look… I know you love Xander… and you can love him and miss him and wish he was still here… but please, just don’t look up to him. Don’t do what he did.”
Minnie swallowed a lump in her throat. Xander and Nari had been everything she’d wanted to be. Xander was quick-witted and strategic and strong, Nari was a genius, kind and creative. She paused before shuffling a little closer to her sister, resting her head on her shoulder. Haewon took this as a go-ahead to touch her, wrapping an arm around her and petting the top of her head.
“Every time we’re happy… something bad has to happen,” Minnie murmured, fidgeting with the stitching down the side of her dungarees.
“It’s not that something bad happens… It’s always the Samaritans. Every time,” Haewon responded, lowering her voice, “but… we just have to be patient. We get stronger, we prepare, and then we get our own back, yeah?”
She smiled at her sister, resting her cheek against the top of her head.
“And, in the meantime… we’ll hide some Momo shit under Cabrera’s pillow.”