Deep in Atlas’s heart, when Penny was talking about a terrible dream, he knew it wasn’t just a dream. She was speaking about it in her drunken state—that was his theory. Although he couldn’t understand why she thought he was mean when drunk, what he said back then would always remain true.
"Mhm." A sound escaped Penny’s closed mouth. "You’re mean."
Atlas smiled helplessly. "Is that so?"
"When..." she trailed off, recalling that she had confused her family quite a few times tonight. She didn’t plan to add more because Atlas was a sharp one.
Penny cleared her throat and snapped her eyes back to him. "You’re mean, and I don’t like you. You better behave because I’m putting you somewhere that is worse than a cage if you don’t."
"..." Atlas secretly clenched his teeth, observing her. "You remembered that?"
"Of course, I do!" she clicked her tongue irritably, glaring at him and tempted to kick him in the shin. "So, you better stay away, okay? I’m in a good mood! Don’t ruin it."
Having said that, she hissed at him one last time and placed her hand properly on the helmet. She cocked her head back to let her hair fall behind, about to put on her helmet when he spoke again.
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She rolled her eyes. "If you’re going to ask why or how, don’t bother. I will not—"
"Did I deserve it?" he asked before she could finish. This time, his question made her look back at him. "Did I deserve that punishment?"
"..." Slowly, her right brow arched as she assessed the look on his face. Penny put down her helmet again, placing it on the motorbike seat. Keeping it steady with her hand on top of it, she faced him squarely.
"Yes," she answered, chin held high. "You deserved it. No, you deserve more. It’s not even enough."
Much to her surprise, Atlas didn’t get angry, nor did he show any sign of annoyance. Earlier, in front of her parents, she maintained a tamed attitude because of them. But now that it was just the two of them, she didn’t care anymore.
Compared to Slater and Hugo, Atlas spent a lot of time with Penny, meaning he had caused her more heartaches than her two brothers. Therefore, she didn’t care if he got angry with her for being mean to him.
"I see." Atlas rocked his head in understanding. "Then I get it."
"You get what?"
’No, you do,’ was what she wanted to tell him in return, but Penny didn’t feel the energy to correct him. She lowered her head and slid her eyes to the corner, letting him stroke her head like a pet.
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