Trouble Comes To Town
Summer 2021, Week 3
Sunday morning
Sloane Whittier's Home, Lakeview
Sloane Whittier
Thankfully, Isaac made sure Sloane got home safely after The Incident. By the time they got there, she was in a fugue state. There were probably words spoken between them, but she would never remember them. When he left, she kicked off her shoes and plopped herself down on the couch. That's where she stayed for the rest of the night in pure silence. Nothing to interrupt the endless loop of her mental review of the night's events. She critiqued every single movement she'd made, trying to decipher how exactly she ended up hurting the girl, looking for anything she could have done differently. When the birds started chirping, it cut off her reverie somewhat. She shuffled her feet to her bed and got in, fully clothed. Who knows how long it took her to actually fall asleep, but she eventually did. Then the nightmares came. They were warped depictions of their training session. Sometimes the girl got smashed to bits by the pole. Sometimes it was a completely different scenario that ended the girl's life. Sometimes it was her teammates; they each got a starring role as the dreams got more and more gruesome. Sloane's eyes finally opened, cognizant of the world around her, sometime in the early afternoon. The reflection in the bathroom mirror showed a ghost of her usual self, starring the dark circles under her eyes. She stood there for a moment as a tear rolled down her cheek before walking away in disgust at herself. She poured some cereal in a bowl and carried it into the living room where she wrapped herself up in a blanket and turned on the tv. It didn't matter what was on, she just needed noise. That's when her cell phone rang. She barely heard it, but it was enough for her to start searching. She felt around in the couch and then ran to her room and searched the bed. She found it hiding under the comforter. A name she hadn't seen in a long time was on the ID. She pressed the button to accept and picked up. "Hello?"Lara Torres | Mother of Lost Souls
"Hey chica! How are you?! It's been so long."Sloane Whittier
"Yeah, no kidding. I don't think I've seen you since graduation last summer."Lara Torres | Mother of Lost Souls
"Sounds about right, querida amiga. You okay? You don't so good."Sloane Whittier
"Uh, yeah. Yeah. Just had a late night, ya know?" She rubbed her eyes and went back to sit on the couch, muting the tv really quick.Lara Torres | Mother of Lost Souls
"Ayeeee, tell me! Give me all the details girl, you got someone special?"Sloane Whittier
"No, no. Nothing like that. Just out with some friends."Lara Torres | Mother of Lost Souls
"Mmmhmm, suuuure. Keep your secrets mamacita. I'll get them soon enough!"Sloane Whittier
She laughed a hollow laugh. "You always do. How are you and Ryder?"Lara Torres | Mother of Lost Souls
"Beautiful as ever, amiga. Beautiful as ever. I love that man. He'd go to the ends of the world for me."Sloane Whittier
"I believe that, I really do. You two always had that something special."Lara Torres | Mother of Lost Souls
"Forever and always. But listen, I was calling to tell you that I'm in New Victoria. Ryder and I decided to come see what the fuss is all about. This place has been all over the news lately. I want to see you! Do you have time for your old friend?"Sloane Whittier
"This week might be a bit crazy. I'm starting up a new thing at work. But maybe in the next week or so?"Lara Torres | Mother of Lost Souls
"Of course, amiga. Whenever you have time for me. I'll be in touch. You have to show me around your new home! I want to know all about it."Sloane Whittier
She yawned and stretched. "Yeah, sure. I can do that. It'll be good to see some familiar faces. I look forward to it."Lara Torres | Mother of Lost Souls
"Perfecto. Adios, amiga! Til then!"Sloane Whittier
The chime sounded as she hung up. 'Well that's cool. That'll bring some fun at least. Or trouble. Lara's always one or the other. But at least it's the good kind of trouble...' She slinked back down in the blanket and unmuted the tv, drowning her thoughts in a mindless laugh track.
Type
Record, Historical
Medium
Digital Recording, Text
Authoring Date
July 4, 2021
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