The days went by and Vicky and Logan began spending more time with their son, sometimes even taking him outside, albeit with a closer eye on him. The two were also starting to become a lot more careful around their more… private life. Things were going well with the couple, but not the same could be said with Vicky and Sil.
Sil kept getting annoyed by Vicky's behavior. She kept looking at him like she was scared of him, only to quickly go back to normal and act like it didn't even happen. Eventually, the month for his actual birthday came around, but It was hard to look forward to it with how she was acting.
Vicky was preparing some balloons and confetti in their largest living room. A few of the decorations were handmade from her and her husband deciding to whip out the arts and crafts a few days ago. Due to them having several living rooms, it was fine if they couldn't use one for a few weeks as it just gave them even more time to prepare the party. That was when Sil walked into the room. As soon as he entered, Vicky noticed, and jumped back.
"Oh it's just you," Vicky said, letting out a sigh of relief.
Sil frowned, "Who did you think I was?"
"It's nothing! Don't even worry about it." Vicky turned around to continue setting up the decor.
"Is it something I really shouldn't concern myself with?" Sil crossed his arms, "Especially if it's about how I look?"
Vicky paused for a moment, which did not go unnoticed by Sil. He knew what this was about.
"Sil, please ." Vicky whispered. "I'm trying to be there for you."
"How? There's obviously something wrong," Sil began to reach a hand out to his sister's shoulder, "Did I do something—?"
As soon as Sil's hand touched Vicky's skin, she immediately backhanded it. There was a primal fear in her eyes.
"You DID do something wrong!" Vicky yelled. "You were begging to come back, you said it yourself that you didn't trust yourself to be alone, and as soon as we came home, suddenly you're all peachy now?!"
"I cried for you thinking you were going to kill yourself over looking like him, and then you made that stupid fucking joke about bringing home babies." Vicky then pointed at herself, "You brought MY baby home!"
Sil took a step back as he saw his sister's reaction to everything. When he made that joke, it was him trying to live life without the fear of Hilston's actions looming over them. It was supposed to be Sil trying to move on. He thought that Vicky was past that, she even said that it'd be impossible for him to become him since they were different people. He didn't know how Vicky knew about when he was carrying Jake to his room, but that didn't matter now.
She gritted her teeth, "Was everything that happened then mean nothing now? Or were you— was it just a stupid cry for attention or something?!"
Vicky had to stop when her eyes began to form tears, and she wiped them away. "...Am I just stupid for caring about you?"
"Vic…" Sil tried to reach out to comfort her, but she just raised a hand.
"You brought it up— that we were basically bred to be his extra lives," She sighed. "It's not entirely wrong, but it was more like… we were bred to be horrible people."
"But we're not—"
"Your face—! It's just a constant reminder that I could turn out to be like him— that the same could happen to my kid…"
The two stared at each other, not knowing how to continue.
"I'm… I'm sorry." Sil uttered, tears beginning to swell in his eyes.
"No— don't say sorry for that—" she said while putting her hands on her temples. "You can't change your genes— we both can't."
Vicky took in a deep breath, "Sil… It should've been me to say sorry, you don't need to apologize for anything," she said defeated. "It's just me being an asshole to you…"
"... But—"
"Sil— please. I'm sorry, forget about everything I said… let's leave it at that…" Vicky waved her hands before walking around her brother, heading elsewhere.
Sil stood in the room for a moment, his breaths shaky as he attempted to calm himself down.
'I should've stayed quiet…'
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Sil was fearing for the day when he would leave. His birthday was in a week, and despite his best attempts at trying to talk to Vicky about it, there was some sort of tension between them, and their latest conversation didn't help either.
Over the next few days when he came across his sister, he wanted to talk more about that conversation they had, but every time, he'd lose the confidence to do so. He had already hurt her with his words before, and he feared he was going to do it again.
Vicky herself seemed a lot more tired after the conversation. She just wasn't her usual preppy self, which just made Sil's feelings on the matter even worse. Something was clearly on her mind. He wanted to do something, but what? What could he do so they could talk about it without talking about it?
—
Vicky tried her best to hold back everything. If Sil had noticed how she slipped up before, then she had to hide her feelings even tighter now.
Whenever the two found each other passing by, she would quickly find a way to avoid him. Vicky hated herself for her reactions, she knew how Sil was, and how lonely he easily got, but how could she stop this habit now? Ever since she was no longer by Hilston's side, she began to restrict herself so she wouldn't become a ruthless monster like he was. It was tiring to do so, but it was necessary.
Vicky was in Jake's bedroom, taking watch over the small child that laid peacefully in his crib. The place was dark as he was just placed to go to sleep. Jake's bedroom was painted a bright sea-green color with several toys already littered about the floor despite his young age. The moment of Sil holding her kid in his arms flashed in her mind, and she couldn't help but get mad at him. There was that old urge to destroy the thing that angered her.
She was trying her damndest to keep it in and it felt like Sil wasn't putting in the effort in return. He still hadn't shaved, he made that stupid comment. Some irrational part of her just wanted to punch his face.
Vicky wanted to release her anger out on someone, but who could withstand her strength? The only one that Vicky could think of was Sil. She of course put that thought away as she wouldn't want to hurt him unless he offered first, and why would he? She tried to think of others, but her mind kept going back to Sil.
Fighting seriously was something Vicky really hadn't done in a while ever since she tried to go against the chained. She was trying to change for the better and to enjoy what peace she could get. Her life back on the island was hell, fighting the chained was hell, so why can't she just appreciate what it is she has?
Without realizing it, she gripped the fencing of the crib so hard, the wood splintered and broke apart.
"Shit—" Vicky uttered, before she quickly grabbed her son away from the broken wood.
Vicky ran over to the nursing robot. The machine was voice activated and she told it to clean up the mess at the crib. Checking up on her kid, it appeared that he was fine, and she let out a sigh of relief.
Her violent urges had been building up for a while now, and her child could've been caught in the crossfire. It was fine now, Jake was thankfully unharmed, but Vicky didn't want to be horrible anymore. With how everything was, she was concerned that one day she couldn't hide her fury anymore and someone was going to get hurt. Not like there would be a lot of people out there who could fight against a blade like her.
As much as she loved her husband and allowed herself to let loose a little around him, there was no way he could handle her at her worst without a fatal injury.
Vicky wanted a safe outlet, some way to go wild without worry. Someone who could handle her at her full strength, otherwise she hurt someone close to her, someone too fragile.