Between the lines • a between us sequel (Ellie Williams x female oc)

𝟏𝟔 • 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋

Even after the shower, the pounds of perfume I had on, and the cigarette smoke dancing in front of my face, I swear I could still smell her on my skin.
I felt her calloused fingers wrapped around my thighs and her lips across my chest even though I was here under the neon, and she was probably already asleep in the same bed that she had touched me in hours before.

Marriage. As wives.
Two rings to symbolize our devotion to one another until our last breath. Maybe that means she'll want to raise a child with me. Will I be the one to carry it? If so, will she dote on me? Refuse to let me do anything for myself and scold me for carrying something she deemed as too heavy?
I guess it seemed a little ridiculous, and given I would've done anything to get this sort of revelation from her back then, I don't know if I can trust my judgment anymore.

"Sky!"

I hear my name being called in quite an annoyed tone from the previously shut door, turning to look as I smudge out the last bit of my cigarette in the ashtray.

It was Donna, but I knew that before looking. Her face was less red than I pictured it was going to be, and the scrunch between her brows almost softened as she saw me.

"I'm sorry. I'm going back out right now."
I got up, trying to avoid eye contact incase it would lead to an extremely long, repeated lesson about how time is money with an undertone in the tough love department.

As I was about to pass her, her hand stops me by shoulder.
Finally, I look up, almost ready to give in to the lesson, but still tried against it.

"It won't happen again, Ms.D. Promise."

Surely, if I sound sincere enough, this will work and she'll spare me for the night, right?

Donna leans her hands against the back of a chair, sighing as she settled into position, "What's going on with you?"

My arms cross over my chest, and an unintentional scoff passes my lips.

"What? Nothin's wrong-"

"Don't bullshit me."

Her voice cuts through me, coarse and aged with smoke. She was never known for her patience, but believe it or not, I think this was her trying being patient.

I scoff again, dropping my hands to my sides like a teenager who just got told no after asking to go to a house party, but again, I'm interrupted.

"You've been bouncing your happy ass all around this place for years, now all a sudden you're a walking dead girl. What happened?"

Based on how direct she was being, and how her question didn't sound like a question but more of a statement, I admitted defeat.

I turned away from the door, and sat at a vanity, spinning the chair around to face her, but still, I didn't talk.

"Is it your mom again? Dad?"

Annoyed by even the mention, I just shook my head no.

"A fight with Abby?"

I shook even harder.

God. What is Abby going to say?

Donna hums, more like a frustrated moan as she pushed away the hair from her face.

"Is it that girl that keeps coming in to see you?"

My chest pauses mid-rise, my breath holding.

"Ding, ding, ding."

Fuck.

Donna stood, and approached the vanity next to me, sitting in its chair backwards so her legs were straddling the back.