footsteps on the stairs

[ivegotmypride]

She'd been too late.

That was exactly what she realized when she'd opened the door. The second the door was open she could feel something was off in the air. She took a few tentative steps into the den and called out, "Oi! Who's about?" a customary way to greet the denizens of the den.

She already had a very strong idea who was about. And she didn't like it.

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[knowntoherfriends]

It's odd, but the song is lulling Jackie off into a sleep. She needed one, anyway, just to close her eyes for a few minutes and to not worry about, well, anything.

[ivegotmypride]

When she finally feels the girl breathing heavily against her, Nancy allows herself to stop singing, and to shift, slowly. Jackie isn't a big girl- neither is Nancy, but Jackie's light enough that she can gather the girl in her arms and place her on her bed. Then, she'll let her sleep.

And Nancy'll be sitting in a chair, facing the door, a loaded pistol in her hand. Just in case.