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After a few hours, Veronica appeared outside of Heather's window, standing on the large tree branch near it. "Heather? I'm here! Incase you didn't hear me?" The room was.. empty. No body, no maid, no Heather in the room at all. She carefully stepped in, as not to trip on the bedsheets and wine glasses on the ground.
She walked around the upstairs calling out for her, before slowly walking down and her eyes catching sight of a not really styled ponytail tied with the specific red scrunchie. The same person trying to get into the wine cellar, Veronica quickly jumped to action.
"No Heather don't. Alcohol is bad during pregnancy!" Heather glared at her, removing her hand from the knob. "And why would that be..? Also how did you get in here, all doors are locked." "I--I don't know (I didn't research on this much-)" She whispered the second part (in parentheses if you didn't know!!) under her breath "All I know it's called Fetal Alcohol Syndrome I think. And it could make the baby have like deformities.." With a quick pause, she continued. "Oh and your bedroom window was unlocked."
Heather immediately tried opening the cellar, which led to Veronica grabbing her wrist. "I don't care if it's a mental, airhead, ditz! Better reason to orphan it!" .. Come on Veronica.. think.. think!! "You could end up dying if you do drink- By the way, why not abort it instead of orphan it?" Heather just.. looked at her wrists in Veronica's grasp, then Veronica, before responding, "Damn it!" she whispered under her breath. "And because I don't care if I'm pregnant, babies are weird slobbery creatures, why would I even want one? But I'll spare it since I'll end up having it taken away probably." ... "...Okay..?"
"Oh wait how do we tell Heather and Heather?" Heather 'Tsk'ed at Veronica. "You're smart, just.. think of something!" "O-h Okay."