Mary watched, not really focusing on what was happing. Rather, she was yelling at Kate for freaking the kid out. 'What did you do?!' she screamed silently. 'Didn't you see that he's just a kid?!'
'I'm sorry, okay. He was trying to kill us! Would you rather be dead?' Kate yelled back. 'He would't kills us, The kid wasn't even strong enough to permanently hurt us!' Mary said as she stomped back to reality, ignoring Kate's protests and apologies.
"I am so, so sorry." She said to Gus. "Please tell me I didn't hurt you."
Gus shivered, shifting the bones in their hand with unnerving creaks as they nodded softly. "I-I-I think I need some time to myself. If that's okay.." He mumbled, not looking up at Michael. He sighed and closed his eyes as he listened to Mary. Her blood was quick, tense. She felt bad. They shook their head, sighing softly. "I'm okay. I-I-It's my fault." He said as he started to go back to the house. "I dont think I'll go to the store anymore…"
Michael nodded. “I understand…” Michael headed back into the kitchen to resume making his pie. He hoped that Gus would be alright.
Mary watched as Gus walked back to the house. ”do you not feel ok?” Kate asked, eager to regain control. ”would you like to go stab something?” Mary stood up and got back into the car. ”you, are a fucking bitch.” Mary told her as she pulled out of the driveway, content to ignore Kate for the rest of the night.
After every job she did, Mary always rewarded herself. No one else knew about her little celebrations, if Michael found out, he would probably have a panic attack, then give her a two or three hour lecture about responsibility and how she was underage. She pulled up to the drug store and got out. It had been a while sense she had celebrated a kill, she believed Michael suspected her little habit, on account of him always finding some reason or other for to stay home. But, she thought as she picked out a bottled of whiskey, seeing as he hadn’t stoped her from going tonight, maybe he didn’t know and she was just being superstitious. Mary paid for the whiskey and returned to her car. Storing the bottle in the passenger’s seat, so that is wouldn’t roll around while she drove to the edge of town, and the beginning of the forest.
