Death of the Party ↠ Hemlock Grove ✓

15 ; experience is a writer's material

It took Eden a moment to identify her.

"Christina." She whispered, and Letha was already in action. The blonde moving across the kitchen and opening the door that was perched in the kitchen.

Hissing in alarm, Eden jumped from the stool she had been sitting on and removed the squealing kettle from the stove. Clicking off the stove, Eden rushed towards the open door, seeing that there was a small corridor with stairs before the door that lead to the main backyard of Letha's house could be opened.

"Christina, hey," Letha greeted, opening the door for the freshman. Who was staring up at Letha in a weird manor, white hair rustling in the faint wind.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you," Christina said, voice timid.

Letha shook her head, palm rubbing against her enlarged abdomen. "That's alright, sweetheart. Are you okay?"

In a strange action, Christina looked into the house. Her gaze landing on Eden on the top of the stairs for a brief moment, tensing faintly, before relaxing. "Is your dad home?"

"No. Uh, do you want me to call him?" Letha asked, frowning.

Quickly, Christina shook her head. "No, no."

"Okay," Was all Letha said, before she was sighing, "He's probably out wondering where you are."

"Well, please don't tell him I'm here, okay?" Christina asked, a plead in her dark eyes.

Almost instantly, Letha was softening and nodding. "Yeah. Did you want to come in?"

Before Eden could stop her, Letha was letting Christina into the home. The freshman staring at Eden intently, her unwavering eye contact making Eden tense. As she climbed the stairs, Eden moved out of her way, hearing the girl speak again.

"I thought I heard a noise. It sounded like someone was screaming." Christina said, eyeing the kitchen like a feral cat.

"Yeah. Eden and I were just about to have some tea," Letha said, locking the door and heading up the stairs. She had a tiny smile on her face, obviously not reading into the tension between Eden and Christina. "Hey, sit down."

Christina did as told, while Eden moved towards the side of the room. Her body choosing to locate itself far away from the girl she deemed responsible for Peter's poor treatment in school. Eden's distance seemed to also make Christina increasingly nervous. The ginger was strangely happy about that.

"Do you want a cup?" Letha asked, referring to the tea.

"I have tea all the time," Christina said, before she was shaking her head. "Yeah, okay."

As Letha turned around, Eden watched as Christina's mouth moved. At this, Eden stepped forwards from the wall. "What did you just say?"

Christina's eyes darted towards Eden. "What?"

"You said something," Eden insisted, lips turning into a scowl as she took a step forwards. "I was just asking what it was since you obviously didn't want Letha to hear."

"Eden-" Letha began, a crease in between her eyebrows.

"I was just trying to calm myself down," Christina said, interrupting Letha. She was shaking faintly, knees bouncing. "I haven't been outside quite often as of late."

The excuse seemed plausible, but Eden didn't buy it. However, Letha have her a tense look and went back to being the doting mother hen. "Would you like to tell me what's wrong? Why did you leave the hospital?"

"It wasn't safe there," Christina mumbled, looking down at her hands.

"Okay," Letha nodded, still confused. "Why do you think it wasn't safe?"