“Sit down,” Lena said, not as an order, but as a plea.
“I’m not playing your game tonight, Bianka.”
Outside, the storm began to pass. And for the first time in months, neither of them moved to break the silence. PervMom.21.05.16.Bianka.Blue.Confiscate.This.XX...
Lena stared at the device. Then at the girl. The defiance was still there, but underneath—a tremor. A crack.
Confiscate This
“Why do you do it?” Lena asked, turning the vape over in her fingers. “The sneaking. The attitude. The constant… war.”
“No. You didn’t. Because I didn’t want you to. I wanted to be the mean one. The one you hate. Because hate is easier than grief.” Lena set the vape pen between them on the step. “So go ahead. Take it back. Tell me to confiscate this. And I will. But I’ll also sit here until dawn, because I’m not losing you to a cloud of smoke.” “Sit down,” Lena said, not as an order, but as a plea
The grandfather clock in the hallway struck midnight, its chime swallowed by the thick silence of the suburban house. Bianka Blue, eighteen and terminally bored, leaned against her bedroom doorframe, arms crossed. In her right hand, she held a sleek, black vape pen—the size of a finger, the guilt of a felony.
“The candle’s going out,” Bianka whispered. Lena stared at the device
Slowly, Bianka picked up the vape. She held it for a long moment.