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❝ Richie if you burn off my hair hearing wont be the only thing you don't have ❞
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𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄. Two months for Felicia to 'mourn' as Daniel said it, but the longer Felicia sat on the apartment couch the more she felt anger, anger at her mother who probably was looking up to her.
Yeahlooking up.
Felicia knew there was no way god was going to let her lay a foot on the stairway to heaven.
She thought she would be upset, so did Daniel but Richie didn't. Richie had been in Felicia's situation before just he didn't have cat like abilities, he liked to think of himself more of the guy in the chair type. The boy hadn't always lived in Daniels apartment, actually he lived next door with his father after his mothers death and a couple of drinks later his father became abusive and psychotic, so he'd come to Daniel who would patch him up until Daniel got control, sending his father to prison and adopting the boy himself.
Been together ever since.
The two teenagers had grown close since Felicia had escaped, she even started to learn sign language even though Richie always wrote down that he could read her lips, she still wanted to have a conversation with him without having to pause to write something down or get Daniel to translate it.
So that's how she spent her 'mourning weeks'.
With the TV playing and Daniel making popcorn the girl kicked away Richie's feet which were taking up too much space then she had liked, which turned into a big kicking fiasco that left Richie on the floor and Felicia with a smug grin on her lips.
