she'll lie and steal and cheat and beg you from her knees
make you think she means it this time
‘I’ve got parents to blame for most of it.’
How that rings true. Not that she particularly blamed Oksana for anything. Mostly, she just couldn’t understand her mother—couldn’t wrap her mind around her ability to suffer again and again for poison that she dared to call love. Her father was another story though. Her father was a toxin in their family; the root of everything wrong. He was wild—a storm that blew through cities and left them decimated and then carried on as if nothing happened. She didn’t believe that he truly knew the damage that he did to their family, or even cared. He just destroyed and then ran away into the night.
So, yes, perhaps she did have parents to blame for it.
Whatever ‘it’ was.
Not that she reveals these thoughts, her expression remaining placid as she continues to watch him. She nods as he tells her story, and her mouth opens in practiced surprise—the entire conversation as smooth as she could hope. “Triplets? My word.” She knows better than most that the best way to keep people off her trail was to feed them tidbits, mostly true, so they were sated. If she continued to deflect him, it would only drive him to ask more questions. “I have two sisters and a brother,” a truth. “My parents are one of those annoyingly in love couples,” a half-truth.
“I’m sure I’ll have another sibling before I know it,” a lie.
Her smile is sweet though, and she shakes her forelock from her eyes before she directs the conversation back toward him, ears perking in interest.
“So where are you guys headed to next?”
she'll tear a hole in you, the one you can't repair
but I still love her, I don't really care