[color=00FA9A]“Vivian, just hear us out on this one.”[/color] Eris pleaded. Vivian Estrada Julio Rivera was the Goodoires family maid. She worked full time, and cleaned the house top to bottom with the help of Charlton, monday through saturday. She wore a black, plain maid’s dress, and pinned her graying brown hair up in a messy bun when coming to work. Right now, she cowered again for the Nth time in a corner as one of the Goodoire members asked her for an impossible favor. 

“No.” She said, bravely. “I cannot lie about this, Madame. That man will get me!” She was deathly afraid of Richard, and Eris had to convince her that Richard was nowhere near her right now. “No, no, no.” She said shaking her head. “That man is here somewhere. He told me, he watches my every move!”

Charlton shook his head in disbelief and groaned. “I can’t believe he would fill her head with lies like this.” He said. Eris shrugged.

[color=00FA9A]“I’ll be honest, I didn’t think he would stoop so low either.[/color] [color=00FA9A]But it is Richard.”[/color] They said. Eris placed a hand on Vivians shoulder, gently. [color=00FA9A]“Vivian, Richard Goodoire is no longer in this household.[/color] [color=00FA9A]He’s in prison now, where he belongs.”[/color] They tried to calm her down, and it seemed to work a little. 

“He said he was watching me. That if I ever quit, I would never find work again.” She said, her voice quavering. “I don’t want to lose my job, miss.” She began to cry a little, and Eris looked down, embarrassed. They never really knew what to say when it came to tears. 

“Miss Vivian, I promise, nothing is going to happen to your maid career.” Charlton said. “We made sure that Mr. Goodoire can never hurt anyone ever again. But if you don’t help us, that man will leave a lasting impression on this family. It’ll be as if he has won, despite being behind bars.” Vivian looked at him, and sniffed pitifully.

“You promise this man is gone?” She asked. Charlton nodded, smiling warmly.

“Yes, he is behind bars as we speak.” He said.

“Okay. I...I will help you. I will tell them what I have seen happen here.” She said quietly. “But remember this- You promised this man could not harm any more.” She pointed a finger at both of them. “If anything happens to me because of this man, then I will blame you.” Her voice was icy, and held no mercy. Eris nodded.

[color=00FA9A]“We understand.”[/color] They said. 
……

They now had a plan, one that would be executed on the fifteenth of may, at exactly 12:00 A.M. Charlton would set up the preparations in their room, while the party went on down below. That night, Eris Goodoire would be throwing a party, a final farewell bash before “she” heads off to St. Marian Gildeharts School of the Enlightened, an old Irish catholic school in the midwest. Charlice allowed for any and all of Eris’ friends to be invited, and so a few people from their school had attended the party. More than one of their past lovers had shown up, hoping to make some dramatic statement by showing off their new items. Eris pretended to care about them being there, and smiled fakely at everyone who came to greet them. It was around 9:00 when the nuns from St.Maria’s showed up to the party. Eris breathed in deeply, relaxing themselves for the onslaught of religious piety to come. 

The first nun to approach them was an elderly woman with a stern face. She regarded Eris with slight contempt, probably thinking how scandalous it was for a “girl” to be wearing a dress with no sleeves or gloves to them. Eris held out their hand, properly, and greeted her. [color=00FA9A]“Hello, miss.[/color] [color=00FA9A]Welcome to the party, I’m glad you could make it.”[/color] They said. 

Mindy eyed Eris from the corner, where she stood by the punch bowl with Vivian anxiously waiting to tell her story. Mindy gave them an encouraging nod, and Eris braced themselves. “Your mother has told me about your...confusion.” She said. 

Eris restrained themselves from rolling their eyes. [color=00FA9A]“Well we can’t all be girls and boys, ma’am.[/color] [color=00FA9A]Have you been outside lately?”[/color] They asked. The nun squinted her eyes at Eris, wondering whether or not that was a jab at her bigoted opinion. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asked. Eris shrugged, and gestured toward the back of the dining room where the pool was. 

[color=00FA9A]“Just that Georgia air is nice during the summer.[/color] [color=00FA9A]Even though it’s hot, it makes for great star gazing.”[/color] They said. The other nuns surrounding the old one had dispersed after awhile, and were now milling about, chatting it up with Eris’ school friends. [color=00FA9A]“I don’t think my mother told me what your name was?”[/color] Eris said to her.

“I am Mildred Goldhue. I am the Head Sister at St.Maria’s. And your future principle, young lady.” She said. She stood tall with an air of confidence, and respect. Eris couldn’t believe their luck.

[color=00FA9A]“You must have been in the sisterhood a real long time, I can almost feel God’s aura coming off of you!”[/color] They said, earnestly. Sister Goldhue looked taken aback a little, and cleared her throat.

“Well now, thank you, Madame Goodoire.” She said. “Have you...any interest in the church?” Eris sighed dreamily.

[color=00FA9A]“Well, I didn’t at first.[/color] [color=00FA9A]But then-”[/color] They pointed to Vivian, who immediately stood up tall at the slightest provocation toward her. [color=00FA9A]“My friend, Vivian, started to tell me about God’s will, and his Angels.[/color] [color=00FA9A]It really got me thinking about my past decisions.”[/color] Sister Goldhue looked over at Vivian, who waved shyly, flashing her rosary tied around her wrist intricately. Sister Goldhue saw it immediately, and smiled softly.

“My, I came to judge you too quickly, child. I should have known God would have a part in your journey.” She said. “He has one of his own right here to guide you.” Eris smiled, with equal amounts of warmth.

[color=00FA9A]“Yeah, Vivian’s great.”[/color] Eris said. [color=00FA9A]“She’s a really great worker, and she practically prays everywhere she goes.[/color] [color=00FA9A]Why don’t you go say hi to the woman who practically raised me in God’s light?”[/color] 

“I think I will do just that, Madame.” She said. “She seems...nice.”

Eris watched Sister Goldhue walk over to Vivian, who greeted the sister the minute she looked over at her. Thankfully, Sister Goldhue didn’t find that suspicious, and began to talk to Vivian about the Church. They smiled, [i]now all that’s left is for Vivian to start talking.[/i] 

The party went on for awhile, and Sister Goldhue and Vivian never left each other's sides. At around 11:00, Eris decided to sneak to their room in order to see how the preparations for the escape were coming along. When they first entered, they could not see anything because of how dark it was. Charlton had insisted on keeping the room dark to avoid suspicion from anyone down below. Eris entered their room, whispering. [color=00FA9A]“Charlton?”[/color] They asked, quietly. 


A small match was struck, and Charlton revealed himself sitting on the bed. “Hello, miss.” He said. In his hand, held rope and a tether. Eris walked over, and crossed their arms. 

[color=00FA9A]“How is everything coming along?”[/color] They asked. Charlton nodded.

“Everything is going fine. I managed to get an old friend to provide us with a car.” He said. “He should be here in a few minutes.” Eris pursed their lips. “What’s the matter sir?” 

[color=00FA9A]“It’s just...Are we really about to get away with this?”[/color] They asked. [color=00FA9A]“I mean, there’s a lot of shit that can go wrong.[/color] [color=00FA9A]All I can think about is…”[/color] They groaned. 

“Everything is going to go according to plan, miss. Charlice is downstairs, and Vivian is becoming good friends with the nuns.” He said. “Mindy informed me that she hasn’t quite told the Sisters about Richard, but that at the rate she’s going she won’t need to. Sister Goldhue seems to think of her as a sort...companion? I think that was the word she used.”

[color=00FA9A]“Companion?”[/color] Eris laughed. [color=00FA9A]“They just met, Charlton.”[/color]

“I know, miss. But they do seem to be getting awfully close.” He said. “I believe Mindy said she spotted them holding hands by the poolside.” 

Eris stood there in silence. And then it clicked. [color=00FA9A]“Don’t tell me...Charlton, you don’t think…?”[/color] Charlton just shrugged.

“I don’t know sir, but she did remind me a bit of you and your romantic pool dates that you used to throw.” He said. “Maybe it’s fate.”


Eris shook their head. [color=00FA9A]“Man.[/color] [color=00FA9A]If they end up getting married, do you think Vivian will invite us to the wedding for setting her up?”[/color] They asked.

“Perhaps.” Charlton checked his watch. “It is almost time to enact the plan. My friend should waiting right outside the bathroom window.” 

[color=00FA9A]“Why the bathroom?”[/color] They asked.

“No one will be there. I made sure of it.” Charlton said. 

Mindy then entered the room, knocking on the door softly to announce her presence. “It’s almost time.” She said. “Vivian and Sister Goldhue are still sitting outside together. I don’t know what they’re talking about but I made sure to remind her about Richard.” 

[color=00FA9A]“Well then, let’s get going.”[/color] Eris said. [color=00FA9A]“We don’t have all nigh-”[/color]


“I knew it.” All three heads swiveled to the doorway, only to see one of the party goers. But one that was very familiar to Eris. “You’re up here with your new catch, probably fucking her before the night ends.”


It was Cassidy Righberry. An impossibly tipsy, Cassidy Righberry. Mindy looked confused, wondering what Cassidy was talking about, before recognizing her.

“Cassidy Righberry?” She said, confused. “Are...you drunk?”

Cassidy wore a pink, bedazzled sweetheart dress, with little hearts on the bosom. Her strawberry blonde hair was curled, and pinned up in an old fashioned bob cut. She stood about a foot taller than Eris, and right now her height was doing her any good as she swayed on her feet.

[color=00FA9A]“What are you doing here?”[/color] Eris asked. 

“I wondered all last week why you didn’t talk to me. Now I know.” She said. 

Eris raised their hands defensively, trying to calm her down. [color=00FA9A]“Cassidy-”[/color]

“You moved on so fast, Eris” Cassidy said. “You didn’t even glance in my direction the entire time you were at the social. I’m the reason you even got into the Social, Good Wire!” Eris internally groaned at how Cassidy butchered their name, again.

“Sir, I do think we should get going. My friend can get a bit...angry when kept waiting.” Charlton said. 

“None of you are going anywhere.” Cassidy said. “I’m glad you’re headed off to this stupid Catholic school, Eris. I won’t have to look at you if you’re gone forever.” 

[color=00FA9A]“Cassidy, can we please talk about this some other time?”[/color] They pleaded. 

Cassidy scoffed. “She isn’t even you’re type. I can’t believe you ditched me for some plain girl. She didn’t even come to the social dressed correctly. It was red and black only.” She said.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but we’re leaving.” Mindy said, pushing past Cassidy. 

“I’m telling Ms. Goodoire. I bet she’d love to know her daughter is up here smooching on some new conquest.” Cassidy staggered after Mindy. 

Eris turned to Charlton. [color=00FA9A]“How the hell did she even get drunk?[/color] [color=00FA9A]Who keeps spiking the punch at these things?”[/color] They asked, incredulously. Mindy ran down the stairs, in  the hopes that more people would dispel Cassidy’s rage. It didn’t.

“Come back here, you home wrecker!” Cassidy shouted, which made everyone stop talking and turn their heads to the scene by the stairwell. Mindy stood on the last step, looking up at a deeply inebriate Cassidy Righberry. “You have no shame.” Cassidy spat. The nuns looked worried and concerned more so for Mindy than for Cassidy.

“Cassidy, I legit just met you a few days ago.” Mindy said, softly. “I don’t know what’s going on between you and Eris, but it’s got nothing do with me.”

Charlice barged in on the scene, furious. “What’s going on here?” She demanded. Cassidy looked at Charlice with an evil grin on her face.

“Oh you really wanna know, Mrs. G? You wanna know what your [i]Daughter[/i] was doing a few minutes ago before I walked in?”

“Not me.” Mindy mumbled under her breath.

“She was screwing this-this pansy right here!” Cassidy pointed at Mindy accusingly. Mindy stood there, awkwardly rubbing one of her arms.

Charlice crossed her arms, angry. “Is this true, Mindy?” She asked. 

“No, of course it’s not.” She said, calmly. “I feel there is no hiding it anymore. We were planning to sneak Eris out of the mansion before the nuns could take...before they left for the School.” Sister Goldhue, with Vivian closely following, came into view.

“And I bet I know why.” She said. Vivian held onto her arm. “That man. Richard Goodoire. I have been fully informed of his abuse. I, at first, thought that he was maybe...falsely imprisoned. That perhaps it was some sort of misunderstanding. But I now know he was not a God fearing man as he claimed over the phone.”

Mindy perked up. “You’re the one he was yelling at?” She asked. Sister Goldhue nodded.

“Vivian here filled me in on what exactly happened after our phone call. I am...appalled that he would use my Church as a...as a means to punish that poor child.” She sniffed a little, and Vivian said comforting words to her in spanish, patting her back softly.

Charlice uncrossed her arms, and looked at Sister Goldhue with confused eyes. “So...what? Are you not going to take Eris with you?”

“Well-” Sister Goldhue began. However she was suddenly cut off by the thunderous crash of an old, rusty red camaro crashing through the front door of the mansion, completely destroying the stairs and interior design. The guests scrambled, and screamed, running out of the way of the car. Charlton and Eris bolted down the steps, Eris grabbing Mindy and dragging her to the car quickly, and without a seconds word the doors opened and Charlton shoved them both into it. The butler got in himself, slammed the door, and the car’s tire screeched against the marble flooring, pulling some of it off revealing plaster underneath. The rusty red camaro rolled backwards, and away. It drove out of the house, onto the front lawn, and past the gates of the Goodoire estate, leaving everyone utterly confused and wanting questions.
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[color=thistle]in case any of you are unaware, Sister Goldhue is an old closeted lesbian.[/color] [color=thistle]and she just met the love of her life in one single post, so congrats to her having a better love life than me, all while being completely fictional at the same time![/color]