0029: Give Her What She Wants

0029: It’s Vivian again. She’s smiling, one tooth twitching on the right side of her mouth, her coarse fingers pinching the sunshine fabric of Everly’s dress.

“That one,” Vivian tilts her head to the large woman with the red hair and the impressive row of milk cartons, “Stop pissin’ her off.”

Everly nods. 

“Give her what she wants,” Vivian says. 

Everly hopes the woman’s desires only include room temperature dairy products and not something more nefarious. She looks down at Vivian’s hand, still clutching the crusty fabric of her dress. 

“Stick with me.” Vivian gives Everly’s dress a tug, and it almost drops past Everly’s left breast for the second time. Vivian clicks her tongue twice, as if she’s calling a dog, and then removes her hand and leans back onto her bunk. 

Everly’s teeth dig into her bottom lip. This is Hayley’s fault. She is probably still in bed, twisted in her gray and turquoise quilt, her hair matted while Everly is here. Here. In Jail. Dressed as a sexy bottle of mustard. Not fair. 

“Life isn’t fair.” Everly’s mother’s voice echoes in her mind. It’s a good point, but Everly doesn’t have to take this.

Someone has to give her answers.