02-23-2016, 05:03 PM
Aaaand of course they spot her. Sidra’s seething inwardly, but she keeps it under wraps. If it’d been only Sahm she’d have no problem with ripping him a new one (he still thoroughly deserves it), but the kid hasn’t done anything. And even if she’s not being paranoid and the little niggling suspicion in the back of her mind is correct, it’s not the girl’s fault.
She forces a smile onto her face as the both Sahm and the girl approach (though the smile is somewhat halfway between a grimace and a grin), and resigns herself to what is surely going to be an uncomfortable conversation. “Hey … Sahm.” She doesn’t say anything derogatory, but her tone indicates that she’s not at all pleased to see him.
Thankfully the girl chooses the moment to provide a distraction and introduce herself. “Nice to meet you Sretan.”
And then her heart drops out of the bottom of her chest. Voudou? Her mother is Voudou? And with these questions about a father, and with that blue-grey colour … could it really be …
It couldn’t be … could it?
“What’s your father’s name Sretan?” She doesn’t realize it, but she’s holding her breath. Could it be true? Is this what her father’s been doing all this time? With her, of all bloody people?
Suddenly the girl peers under Sahm’s belly, calling out for her mother as if she’s somewhere nearby. Sidra’s eyes eyes narrow and her head whips about, searching out the black bitches smug, ugly face. It would be just like her to set something like this up, just so she can gloat.
She forces a smile onto her face as the both Sahm and the girl approach (though the smile is somewhat halfway between a grimace and a grin), and resigns herself to what is surely going to be an uncomfortable conversation. “Hey … Sahm.” She doesn’t say anything derogatory, but her tone indicates that she’s not at all pleased to see him.
Thankfully the girl chooses the moment to provide a distraction and introduce herself. “Nice to meet you Sretan.”
And then her heart drops out of the bottom of her chest. Voudou? Her mother is Voudou? And with these questions about a father, and with that blue-grey colour … could it really be …
It couldn’t be … could it?
“What’s your father’s name Sretan?” She doesn’t realize it, but she’s holding her breath. Could it be true? Is this what her father’s been doing all this time? With her, of all bloody people?
Suddenly the girl peers under Sahm’s belly, calling out for her mother as if she’s somewhere nearby. Sidra’s eyes eyes narrow and her head whips about, searching out the black bitches smug, ugly face. It would be just like her to set something like this up, just so she can gloat.
Sidra
the wild child of jason x fiasko