Province stories

Twins?

Authour's note:
TW for blood and abuse as well as drunkenness and alcoholism.
Yeah you guys are in for a treat.

(1885, Province house)

"We're happy to accommodate you here, sir. Might I have your bags?" A servant asked.

"No. It's fine."

"Might I lead you to your room then?"

"I've been here enough. I'll find it."

"And what about your little girls there? Are they—"

"I DONT NEED ANY HELP FROM CANADA OR ONE OF HIS SERVANTS, OKAY?" He yelled, shoving past the servant towards his room. The girls could sleep in some of the spare rooms or even his own. He didn't care. He was too tired to.

Saskatchewan led the luggage up to his old room, she must've known he was hurt. "Dad gave you a whooping, eh?"

Manitoba turned away, not answering the question. "Go find a room for you and your sister. Stay close and do not talk to anyone else except for Northwest and Vicky."

Saskatchewan nodded and disappeared from the door with her sister in tow.

"Alby, stop dawdling, we have to find a room."

"Didn't I tell you not to call me that?" Alberta groaned, following her sister reluctantly. She was much more fascinated with the fancy new architecture that she was meant to be living in than actually living in it. She lead a hand across the newly installed wallpaper. "Woah... to think we had to live in the Prairie house when we could've lived here."

"Use your head," Saskatchewan said, not even giving her twin a look. "Now we'll have to take a carriage anytime Mani needs to do his Provincial duties. It's such a hassle."

Alberta rolled her eyes. "He could leave us here, with Vicky and Northwest."

"Very funny," Saskatchewan said. "You know that Mani never lets us do anything alone."

"Correction, let me do anything alone."

"It's not my fault you are irresponsible."

"Bet he wouldn't even let me move out by myself," Alberta huffed as she dug through her bag. She pulled out a few small bottles of whiskey, popping of the caps.

"Alby..." Saskatchewan muttered under her breath once she saw the bottles. "Don't."

"I got these straight from Manitoba's cabinet!" Alberta cheered, walking up to lean on Saskatchewan. She stuffed one of the bottles in her sister's seeing eye. "C'mon! BC always tells us to share."

"Alberta, she didn't mean it like—"

"Think of it as a celebration on the new move! If we don't like it, we can just spit it out anyway." Alberta swished the liquid inside. "Please, for me?"

Sask took the bottle from her sister's hand. "I guess one sip couldn't hurt."

"That's what I'm saying! Now on the count of three! One... two... three!"

//(Present Day, Alberta's Apartment in Edmonton)///

The smell of old whiskey ran rampant around the office. Whilst Saskatchewan had been finishing up Alberta's Kitchen, Al had to catch up on some work in the office. Now it was 3 AM and it was clear that she had been doing other things than just work.

Sask walked through the room carefully, watching her step as to not trip on any boxes that Alberta still hadn't unpacked. God was she a slob.

Alberta was sat on her desk, half asleep, thinking over some economic evaluations. Saskatchewan slowly walked up to her and tapped her shoulder. "Al, it's time for bed."

"No, I need to finish up," Alberta said slurred and slow. She'd probably need a drink of water too.

"Al. It's late and we have plenty more work tomorrow."

"You're not my mom, Saskeuidnehn," Alberta mumbled, taking a sip from a bottle loose in her hand.

"Oh c'mon Alby, it's way too late for that," she said as she snatched the bottle from her sister's hand.

Alberta tried to grab it back. "It's Al not Alby! I'm not tired okay? Just give it back!"

"No, you have to go bed. It's late and honestly I'm tired too." Saskatchewan moved around the bottle to prevent Alberta from taking it.

"I'm not going to bed, okay!" Alberta was yelling now. "I don't need you bugging over my shoulder anymore, Saskatform."

"It's called looking out for you, you dingus. Now c'mon we have to go. I know how much you hate hangovers, Alb—"

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!"

CRASH!

There was blood. A lot of it. Everywhere.

Had she done that? Everything was so fuzzy it was impossible for her to tell. Glass sprinkled across her desk and the floor. The top half of a bottle was in her hand. What happened to the bottom?

She was so tired and woozy. She almost slipped on the empty bottles on her way out her chair. "Sask! Can I get some water... did we unpack the glasses?"

Sask just looked up from the floor, her mouth trembling as some red liquid trailed from her eye, glass shards sparkling in the moonlight.

That's when Alberta's mind finally clicked. "S-Sask."

"Al'... where are you? I can't see. I CANT FUCKING SEE!" She touched her eye, blood and glass specks covering her hand. Alberta but her tongue to prevent vomiting, dropping the last bit of the bottle from her hand.

"Why... how..."

"I DONT KNOW? MAYBE BECAUSE YOU SMASHED A FUCKING BOTTLE INTO MY EYE!?" She screamed, clutching the eye in question and all the red that bled across. She tried to run out of the office, but she ended up crashed into a wall instead.

Usually Alberta would've laughed but something in her stomach twisted as tears pricked her eyes. "I... I did that?"

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU DID?" Now she was crying too. She tried to blink the tears away, but that just got more glass and blood in her eye. "I can't see. I'm going to be blind because of you. ALL BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR FUCKING DRINKING PROBLEM AL!" She screamed, finding her way to the door and slamming it behind her. That left Alberta in her empty office of glass, blood and bottles.

I guess she wouldn't be looking out for her anymore.

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