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Gift - G/t - Part 3

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TW: Pet trope, swearing.

Premise: A world in which genetically engineered tinies or Littlins are viewed as pets. Ellen is gifted one on her grandpas' birthday party, as she had graduated the week before.

Word count: 1,644

Note: part 4 might take a while to write

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Ellen hastily gathered her bag, trying to ignore the persistent background noise of her parent’s voices. Every word of caution and concern grated on her nerves, but she forced a tight smile, nodding absently.

“I just got a call from my neighbour. That’s all.”

Any more seconds here and she’ll get squeezed to death. You would have been more careful around a dog for fuck’s sake!

Part of her, though, blamed herself for not being more direct about leaving the littlin alone. Even if she had, they would not have listened anyways, she realised.

She gave a halfhearted hug to her grandpa. “Take care,” she managed, her voice catching a little, despite her efforts to sound cheerful. She thought that he should know better than anyone in that room the stark contrast between an animal and a person, as he looked after so many different pets at home, from koi fish to parrots. In the end he was just like her parents.

Just as she reached the car door, her dad appeared beside her, holding a small sack that reeked of pet food. The smell hit her like a wave and she scrunched her nose. Her dad’s earnest expression only made it worse; she could not stand how oblivious he was to her mounting anger.

“Here, take this for the pet,” he said, holding out the sack.

Ellen gritted her teeth, a strained smile plastered on her face. “Thanks, Dad.” She said, her voice tight. She shoved the sack into the backseat with more force than necessary. She could feel her father’s eyes on her, but she could not bring herself to meet his gaze.

“Call us when your neighbour’s bath is fixed.”

“Sure thing.”

Climbing into the driver’s seat, she slammed the door a little too hard, causing the bewildered girl next to her to almost jump out of her skin. As Ellen drove away, the tension in her body slowly began to ease, but the anger lingered, simmering just beneath the surface.

She drove in silence through the quiet neighbourhoods, the soft hum of the engine the only sound accompanying them. The houses blurred together, as she navigated the familiar streets, her mind racing faster than the car.

Her aunt consistently took brash decisions without consulting anyone, behaving as if she owned everything. Unexpectedly taking her sister’s car and dropping her kids off at their house out of the blue, had lost their element of surprise by now and were forced well within the “boundaries”. Letting her kids casually grab a person had sent her hundreds of miles outside that boundary. Ellen gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white, trying to steady to whirling of emotions swirling within her. She did not think she could fake a smile around her aunt any time soon.

Her eyes flickered to the passenger seat, where the miniature girl sat, absorbed in fiddling with her tiny delicate fingers. Ellen could still feel the sensation of those tiny limbs, the weight so insubstantial yet profoundly significant, trembling like a leaf. Only now, in the stillness of the car did she fully grasp the gravity of that moment: she had literally held someone’s life in the palm of her hand. The realisation settled over her like a heavy cloak, bringing with in an overwhelming mix of awe and responsibility. Every breath the girl took, every heartbeat, had been cradled in her palm, utterly dependent on her.

Ellen opened her mouth, about to speak, but then hesitated. What could she say that would not sound patronising or forced? She wanted to treat the girl as she would anyone else, but every time she looked at her, she was reminded of their sheer size difference. The guilt gnawed at her- guilt for feeling awkward, for not knowing how to bridge the gap.

As they neared the highway, Ellen’s frustration grew. She stole another glance at the girl, who was now looking absentmindedly down at her barefoot feet, seemingly unaware of Ellen’s inner turmoil. Her heart clenched. She wanted to tell the girl that everything would be okay, that she would be safe now.

Instead, she reached over and turned on the radio. The abrupt eruption of drums and guitars startled the small girl. She covered her ears with her hands, her wide eyes darting between Ellen and the radio.

“Oh, sorry.” She turned the volume down, enough to ease the initial shock, but still loud enough to drown out the silence. The girl lowered her hands just as quickly as she had raised them before and fiddled with them in embarrassment. “My bad. Err… what do you listen to?”

The littlin stared up at her with contemplation for a long minute. “I don’t listen to anything really.”

“There has to be something you prefer over other genres.”

“I don’t know.”

“Then we’ll figure it out now.” She turned the knob, changing radio stations and waited for a reply that never came. She encouragingly asked “Do you like this one?”

“I don’t mind what music is on…”

“I see, so you don’t like it. That’s ok.” In her peripheral vision she noticed the girl’s eyebrows pinch together. Changing radio stations she commented in an attempt to lighten the mood, “I used to listen to this one, but then they changed the hosts.” No reply came. “They’re not as funny as the last ones, but the music is pretty much the same.”

The upbeat pop music playing could not drown out the awkward silence that filled the car. Ellen played through their conversation so far, desperately trying to pinpoint where she had gone wrong. The harder she tried to recall, the more elusive the answer seemed. She stole a glance at her, hoping for a clue, but her expression was unreadable.

Then it dawned on her: no one ever asks what music pets listen to. Taking into account that the girl has been treated as a pet so far, she actually did not know what genre she likes. Ellen took it upon herself to change that.

“This one plays general pop. Anything that’s trending online.” She changed stations, a sonorous soprano voice resonated through the speakers, “This one’s classical. It sounds better in person, trust me.” The knob turned again. “I haven’t heard this one is a long time… it’s rock by the way.” Her passenger still did not comment. Advertisements replaced the song quickly after. Just as they seemed to go on forever, Ellen said as nonchalantly as she could, masking her disappointment, “It’s ok if we don’t have any music on. It’s your call.”

“I’m not sure. Put anything you want.”

“I’m asking what you want.” She sounded somewhat stern.

“Pop… sounded nice, I guess.” She said, her words trailing off as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

“Alright.” Ellen was not entirely convinced, but at least she got the littlin to talk; it was a barely-visible crack on the ice.

“Hey, I didn’t catch your name.”

She craned her head up, looking stunned. “I don’t have one.”

“Everybody does.”

“No, I don’t.” She persisted, “You’re supposed to name me.”

“I would if you were my pet.” She could feel the littlin’s piercing gaze falter.

“You’re not keeping me! Whatever I did wrong I-“

“Hold on. Calm down, you’re staying with me more as a… roommate or something.” Her cheeks grew hot, she felt silly for exclaiming that out loud. “Just give me a name.”

“Seriously?” She stammered in disbelief and Ellen nodded in reply. “Nelly. I’m Nelly.”

“Nelly… you have a pretty name.” Ellen could not contain the corners of her lips curling up into a grin.

It was another crack in the ice.

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Everything was wrong.

The giantess saving her from suffocation and apologising on top of that was wrong.

The giantess asking her what kind of music she likes and what her name is was wrong.

The giantess calling her a roommate was utterly wrong.

Whatever plans she had of surviving were thrown out the window. They all seemed irreverent in the face of this unexpected and bizarre turn of events. She had always prided herself on being adaptable, but this was beyond anything she had ever encountered. The giantess was so terrifyingly unpredictable that Nelly felt a profound sense of vulnerability like never before.

She could not turn her attention away from Ellen’s towering stature. Every twitch the driver made, pumped adrenaline through her veins. She expected her to turn around a complete 180 degrees and pinch her between her fingers, her sharp nails poking her, with a condescending smirk. Yet, Nelly was still sitting on the passenger’s seat, not in a cage, unscathed from the previous ordeal.

At the same time, a glint of hope lingered in her heart. “Roommate.” Nelly whispered to herself, savouring the word. If the giantess was being honest, this could not be that bad. Roommates have privacy and opinions. Most importantly, they can say “no”. Could she actually be one? She shook her head vigorously, as if to drive the thought away. She knew better than to trust giants.

“Nelly?” Ellen’s booming voice calling her name, quickened her pulse. “I should have asked earlier, but… how are you feeling? Are you hurt anywhere?”

A warm, rare sense of gratitude blossomed in her chest. This rollercoaster of emotions and expectations was only getting worse. “I’m fine,” she faltered for moment, as she tried to decide whether she would regret this later or not, “thanks.”

“That’s good to hear.” Ellen released a long sigh of relief. “Again, I’m sorry. I should have seen it coming.”

Roommate…

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Thank you for reading!

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Part 4: (coming soon)

Thoughts: I’ll try to rewrite this part and repost it, because I am not happy with it. Idk something about it doesn’t satisfy me… I had also hoped to write more and include more action… oh well. I hope you enjoyed it!

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My Borrowed Son | 25 | Where Were You...

Chapter Twenty-Five | Where Were You…

Kit walked briskly through the walls, heart refusing to calm as it thundered against her ribs. Her thoughts dwelled on everything that had just happened. She was completely consumed with nothing else and relied completely on muscle memory as she traversed the beams leading back home.

What was that all about?

That kid thinks he’s a human! That Borrower kid thinks he’s a human.

He called out for her as if she was his mom.

What’s his deal?

That guy Kers was right.

This is insane.

That kid is a pet, and he doesn’t even know it. There’s no way that human woman treats him like her actual son.

Humans don’t see Borrowers as anything other than pets!

“Where were you?”

Kit stopped dead in her tracks and realized she was just outside of her home, and her brother Finnick was waiting outside for her. He was casually leaned up against the front entrance. He didn’t even try to hide the fact he was waiting for her.

Kit huffed and tried pushing past her brother, but he easily stepped in front of her and blocked the doorway.

“You went, didn’t you?” asked Finnick. The eldest Borrower brother suspected his sister would do something foolish, but he was too late to catch her or stop her from doing anything. He had tailed Kers to make sure he wasn’t going immediately to the human woman and doubled back once he was done. There was just this looming, instinctual feeling that Finnick couldn’t shake.

When he talked to his parents, they said she hadn’t come down for dinner, but she had responded when they asked if she was there.

This was hours ago.

He went to her room, hoping beyond hope that Kit didn’t do something ridiculous, and knocked on her door. The lack of response said it all. The eldest brother ducked outside and saw her window wide open and her belay thread hanging there in a challenging taunt.

With only one idea of where she went after all of these hours, Finnick knew there was nothing to be done except to wait and see what happened. There was no way he could get there in time, if he could even find out where the Borrower kid was staying down below in the human world and then find his sister on top of that.

Kit had this bad habit of doing what she thought was right regardless of the consequences, and now was one of those times.

Finnick could only hope that she was successful.

Sadly, seeing his sister storming up in a daze in absent minded frustration, Finnick knew she had failed.

This led them to their moment now as he blocked her way into their home.

“Well?” he prompted. His sister clenched her jaw and jerked her head away.

“Well what? Good for you! You caught me. Yeah, I went. Happy?” she grumbled under her breath. “Going to go tell mom and dad? Wake up the whole house so we can start moving?”

Finnick sighed and shook his head.

“No. I’ll save that privilege for you,” replied Finnick. “And the fact you don’t have him here with you means that Kers guy was telling the truth.”

“Yeah, so why don’t you rub it in my face more?” growled Kit as she tried to push past her brother. “Now, move!”

“Not before you tell me what happened. What was he like? Did he say anything?” asked Finnick. Kit folded her arms indignantly. She was shaking, though her brother couldn’t identify the sole reason as to why. Fear? Nerves? Frustration? Anger?

It didn’t matter because she decided to answer his question.

“He doesn’t know what he is, Fin. He thinks he’s human. You should’ve heard him crying out for his mom – that human. It was the weirdest thing I’ve ever see. He was living in some kind of weird doll house with wires and water all hooked up to it. It basically looked like a small human house with screens and tech all over the place. It was so weird.”

Finnick listened to his sister’s words and considered them carefully. It sounded impossible for a Borrower to slip so easily into living like a human; that is, if they lived like a Borrower at all.

Kers had said something about thinking this kid had spent most of his life living with this human. Did the human capture Parker’s parents? Did she take him away from them? Or was this actually a compassionate human taking care of an orphaned Borrower child?

Finnick sighed and stepped to the side, allowing his sister inside.

“Let’s just hope nothing comes of it. You need to tell mom and dad sometime tomorrow, and you and I will be going out first thing to make sure he doesn’t help the human tear down the house to try and find us,” said Finnick. “And if you don’t fess up, I’ll tell them in the worst way possible.”

“Goodie two shoes,” grumbled Kit under her breath as she pushed past Finnick.

The eldest Borrower child knew the family was in quite the precarious situation, but fretting in the middle of the night wasn’t going to solve the issue and they could only prepare for a reaction if anything came of it.

Who knew?

Maybe this Parker kid would think all of it was a bad dream and brush off seeing his sister.

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