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Tuesday. Yesterday was too short... Weird.
Everyone was up and at it doing chores. Charlotte sat in the game room. This time in a black dress, sewing Clay's new suit.
Oliver came in as she stared out of the window. She perked up and smiled.
"Hey babe, what's up?", Charlotte asked.
"Came into here to see you. I'm supposed to be cooking breakfast or some shit. I persuaded Darby into doing that so now he's behind on his chores.", Oliver stated.
"Olly!", Charlotte giggled then kissed him on the cheek.
"It's fine! Don't worry! Clay isn't going to kill me over this. He's still getting everything he wants done... Just less efficiently. Plus. I get to see you. So it's a win win for everyone. How's the suit going?".
"Pricked myself in the same finger nearly ten trillion times. Not too painful because that finger is numb now so I can't feel it anymore.", she scoffed.
"Be careful! If you were a diabetic, it would've been fine but-",
"Oh stop it!", Charlotte laughed. Oliver kissed her on the forehead. "I have to get back to work before 'slick mother fucker' catches me. I love you.".
"I love you too.", Charlotte pouted.
In the lobby:
Adira, Evie, and Esma scrubbed the tile flooring down. "Is it true that you had sex with Axel?", Esma asked.
Adira stopped scrubbing. She tipped the dirty water bucket on Esma's side of the floor that was already clean. She gasped.
"Next time, I suggest minding your own business.", Adira remarked.
Evie put her head down and tried not to focus on them; as she didn't want to start anything.
Esma threw her sponge at Adira. "Really? That's your next move? You're such a child.", Adira scoffed then threw her sponge back at her.
Clay came down to the lobby. "What in the bloody hell happened here?!", he shouted.
Chilly Meadows:
Cordelia and Blade were kissing on her couch. "Jesus Christ I fucking hate you...", Cordelia whispered.
Blade put his hand on her thigh and she pushed him away. "Blade... No funny shit. I have a husband.", Cordelia snapped.
"He's out of town, it won't matter.".
"My son is upstairs, Blade. All I ever want you to do is kill Clay Adams! Then you make me do this shit-",
"Ok, all of those other times I admit. I did manipulate you into this. But this time, you came onto me.", Blade told her.
"Ugh. Whatever. But can't you just kill him?", Cordelia groaned.
"I'll kidnap him first. We can then torture him as much as he tortured this country by taking what we need to survive; money.", Blade proclaimed. There was about a five second pause.
"Just shut up and kiss me...", she whispered.
Little did they know, Ryder was watching from the staircase. Cordelia's marriage will soon come to an end.
The kitchen:
"My, my, I didn't know that you knew how to cook. It just doesn't have enough salt in it, though. And that tangy flavor on the side. I thought breakfast was supposed to be easy.", Oliver teased.
"So you just came down here to criticize the way I cook?", Darby replied. Oliver shrugged then nodded.
Darby rolled his eyes and continued to cook.
"Hey! You're not supposed to-",
"Here! You do it! Do something that you're actually good at.", Darby insisted then left the room. He entered the lobby.
Only Evie was down there now, cleaning the windows. "Hey.", Darby said.
"Hi. I, uh... I thought that was really brave of you the other day; telling all of us about Clay's horse.", she commented.
Darby sharply exhaled and smiled. "Thank you.". Evie nodded.
"Um... Am I aloud to kiss you?", Evie asked. Darby smirked.
Clay walked down the staircase. "No. You're not. Now get back to work.", he ordered.
In the game room:
"Esma? You really think that's going to work? Do you know how powerful Darby is? He could destroy you in three seconds, chick.", Charlotte warned.
"Hey! I don't even know if I want to break up with him... I don't even know if we're a thing.", Esma sighed.
"I want you to do it but I don't want you to get hurt. Even though he's going to hurt you either way...", Charlotte muttered.
"He's not!... He's not like that.", Esma grinded through her teeth. "Yes. He is.", Charlotte professed.
Esma groaned. "You don't know anything about him!", she claimed.
"You're saying this to the woman that's having his child.", Charlotte remarked. "If you keep talking I swear to god I'll cut your head off right along with your baby's.", Esma snarled.
"Shit. That's quite dramatic, don't you think-",
Esma pulled the top of Charlotte's dress and whispered in her ear. "Shut the fuck up. I'm done. I am so done with you. I don't care if I hurt you or you fucking baby. I should've been the one. Me. Not you. I should've been pregnant. But apparently-",
Charlotte pushed Esma away. "But apparently, you don't know who the fuck you're talking to! I am Charlotte Everest and this bitch don't ever rest. So walk your British little ass out of this room before you get yourself hurt.", Charlotte shouted.
Esma growled then pushed Charlotte. She took her sewing needle and stuck it in her finger, puncturing into the other side. Charlotte yelped in pain.
"You fucking bitch.", Charlotte laughed hysterically.
"What is wrong with you? You've been all mad lately. Is it because I'm having the man you have a little crushes on child? Let me tell you, he felt good-",
"Shut the fuck up you whore!", Esma screamed. Charlotte smirked as she took the needle out of her finger. "I might be a whore but at least I'm not in love with that murderer.", she remarked. Esma growled again. She stormed out of the game room. Charlotte started to laugh as she went out to the kitchen.
Oliver was standing with a pan over the burners, frying some type of fancy shit. "Guess what, guess what?", Charlotte chuckled at Oliver as she put her arms around his waist. Oliver turned his head around and sharply exhaled.
"Little miss innocent British maid stabbed my sewing needle through my finger. Through my finger. To the other side.", Charlotte stated. He flung around.
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"Oh my fucking god, are you ok?!", he panicked. "Yeah. She's just mad because I'm...having Darby's child. She threatened me briefly though like a little girl.". Oliver held her hands then kissed her on the forehead. Charlotte grabbed his wrist forcefully then rolled up his bracelets. He flinched back. "Hey, hey, what are you doing-",
"Oh my god! Oliver! Wha...what the hell?!", she shouted, worried. Oliver broke down in Charlotte's arms. "Why...why'd you cut yourself?".