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Tiny Little Horses as Small as Your Hand

by Kuairu

Chapter 6: This one has anger issues

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Millie woke up a couple hours later. She blinked her eyes for a couple moments, trying to adjust to the dim light in my room. She saw me over my desk, talking to something, but I didn’t have my computer on and my cell phone wasn’t anywhere near me.

“Collin?” she called.

“Millie!” I realized she woke up and rushed over to her. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you have a headache?!”

“What, Collin no!” Millie slapped my hand away and rubbed her neck. Fainting like that would probably cause a couple cricks up there.

I would know. The carnival was fun, but I had to keep rolling my head all around.

But… she’s the one who fainted now. Not me. Fuck me, this is going to be weird to explain.

“Hey now,” I put my hand on her back now, “I’m just worried, okay? And before you ask, you’re in my bed. I carried you after you fell, but I didn’t want to wake you up because I was afraid that, um, that you would be scared again…”

“Scared? Scared of what, Collin?” Millie asked. Oh boy, here we go…

“Millie… look, you need to promise me you won’t tell absolutely anybody about this. Not to Katie, not to anyone at school, not even to your teachers or to our neighbors. Do you promise?” I looked at her with the most serious expression I could muster, because right now I could either have a girl who’s excited for a new friend, or a girl who gets so scared she accidentally kills a royal leader horse thing from another dimension.

“I… I… Collin, what happened?” Millie asked.

I stood up from the bed and took a long, deep breath. I went back to my desk and then grabbed the thing that was going to either bring some light finally into our lives… or probably make us all the more confused.

“What are you holding in your hands, Collin-”

And then that’s when she saw her.

Celestia sat in my hand like a dog (instead of a horse, although I don’t know how a horse sits so…) and she stared up at Millie. I felt her take a deep breath in my palm, I guess she was as scared as I was.

“Millie Kierkas, I must apologize for causing a shock like that to you. You must believe me that I would never intend to cause harm to those in this household, even though it seems first appearances never go well when I arrive. Furthermore-”

I poked her in the side with my thumb, which must have felt like a big bump to her body, so she could shut up. I realized that Celestia likes to be a bit wordy when it comes to saying “I’m sorry about making you fall on the floor unconscious in shock”.

Just then, because I can’t have one moment to relax in tough situations, I hear a couple knocks on the door.

I looked at the time. Who the fuck wants to talk to me at ten at night!? I’m busy trying to prove to my sister that tiny magical unicorns exist, goddammit!

I laid Celestia down on the bed and left the room without a word. I don’t know if Millie or Celestia called out my name or not, but frankly I didn’t care. What I did care about was who was at my door.

A quick glance in the side mirror before the door and I saw my face matched my anger. Good, maybe the person can fuck off when he sees I’m not in the mood.

“What do you want?” I harshly asked as I unlocked and open the door.

Aw fuck it’s her.

Right outside the front of my door was our dear old friend Bridgette, her makeup smeared because she was crying.

Please don’t tell me she’s about to…

“Collin, we need to talk-”

“NOPE.”

I closed the door with a slam, and walked away from the rapid knockings that came after. She sees me back around in her life, so now she’s trying to get together again, using Millie and showing off that she’s doing better with taking care of Katie again I guess and now she’s going so low as to put on makeup and then try to make herself cry so it seems her heart is just so torn and wants to be together with me again and I’ll feel bad for the poor crying woman even after all the fucking lies and all the fucking shit she did and all the fucking stupid bullshit I had to go through after my parents death and…

And…

And…

FUCK I JUST WANNA FUCKING PUNCH THIS FUCKING WALL AND OW OW OW BAD IDEA.

“Fuck!” I cursed loudly in the middle of the TV room, holding my right throbbing fist down into my chest to stop the pain, closing my eyes. I took a couple deep breaths, a technique another great ‘pal’ of mine used to teach me.

Dear God, I hope he doesn’t come back around. I’m going to fucking wring his neck next time I see him. I promised him that.

Okay, rage is out of the system. I took a look at the wall where I punched and yup, there’s a big dent there. That’s probably going to hurt the sale value of the apartment whenever I decide to sell this damn place. Also Millie will probably ask some questions. Don’t need her to learn about my problems.

I took a brief look at the door. I heard her crying against the door, a feeble sound of a knock or two barely going past the kitchen door. Yeah, no. She needs to learn that I am not interested in her anymore. She needs to move on.

Maybe I’m a bad guy for giving a woman a hard time, especially for romance, but she knows where my priorities are, and she knows that I'm not interested, no matter how much she tries.

Speaking of Millie, I had to go make sure I don’t have another fainted sister on my bed again. I walked back through the hallway and into my room, now much calmer than before. My hand still throbbed a bit though. Also going to need to cover that dent in the wall.

I'll worry about it later.

Inside was probably the sweetest thing I’ve seen of Millie yet. She was sleeping in my bed with the little horse thing curled up in its own sleeping position right next to her. Dang, if I had a camera this would be the best photo ever.

Millie didn’t wake up, but Celestia did. She opened her eyes sleepily before looking at me and then at Millie with a smile. As quietly as she could, she raised up and hopped into my hand, and I took us both the couch in front of the TV.

I didn’t want to wake up Millie. If I have to sleep on the couch again, then I guess I will.

“She seemed sad,” Celestia mumbled in my hand. I put her on the table in front of the couch before laying back into the harder cushions of the couch, so I could lessen the back pains in the morning. “She was quite willing to accept me, even faster than we both thought, but when she saw you leaving the room and heard the stomping, she just laid back into the bed with a far-off look in her eyes. Collin, was there something between Millie and you before?”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. She is noticing my anger issues. FUCK.

I couldn’t look Celestia in the eyes when I replied, “Not against her, but our parents. We didn’t exactly see eye to eye on basically everything. She probably remembers only the last two years our parents were here, when they actually started caring for her, unlike what they did to me for the last 26. Of course, I was still seen as the pariah so I wasn’t allowed near Millie until…”

I hesitated. If Celestia and Millie become friends, she could end up spilling what I did all those years ago. Better to keep that to me.

“… Until a couple weeks before their deaths. She’s since accepted me, and I thought she finally accepted our parents’ deaths the way kids sometimes do, but I know sometimes she’s… scared of me. No doubt she still remembers what our parents told her about me…”

“And what did they tell her?” Celestia asked in a gentle tone, a sullen expression at hearing my life story. Maybe I can trust her with some things…

“They told her I was violent. That I would hurt her because I wanted to hurt our parents. Of course things always revolved around them, and my little sister bought into their lies that the whole world did or should have revolved around them. She was scared of me after the funeral at first, and I was just pushing her away because I didn’t want anything else to do with her, but eventually I realized something. If there was one thing my parents actually didn’t lie about, it was that I lived like I had no purpose in life. Going out to parties, wasting away money, and my mother was traditional so of course she didn’t like my boyfriend at the time, and my father didn’t like him because he couldn’t see that he was the one that actually treated me like a human being rather than them.”

“Eventually I figured out that Millie was my responsibility, and a lot of people in my life really didn’t want me to take responsibility for her. Practically told me why should I care about others, put in in the system, let her grow out or get adopted by some fool that thought they could take care of her themselves. No. No, I wasn’t going to do that. That would be fucking heartless of anyone to do, and yet they couldn’t see that. Lost a lot of friends, but for what it was worth, fuck them. I didn’t need those people in my life, and I especially don’t want those kinds of people near Millie as well. It’s why I don’t trust Bridgette-”

At that moment, I heard more knocks at the door. Dear God, did that woman never leave? Is she still trying?

“Mr. Kierkas?” I heard a young voice say my name beyond the door, and I started walking up to it. The hell? Was that Katie?

I stopped for a moment and turned around to look at Celestia. She nodded in understanding and started flying away from the table towards my room.

Oh right. I forgot she could fly.

“Mr. Kierkas, you have to help us…” I heard that same young voice say. Help? What happened?

“Hello?” I answered. Instead of Bridgette, it was Katie, like I thought. She was crying too, but I also saw some of her clothing tattered and…burned?

“Mr. Kierkas, you have to help me and mom. Our house… it’s gone!”

Author's Notes:

Turns out when I am going through a week of constant homework, I end up wanting to write more. Huh.

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