"I'm sorry. Can you please repeat that?" she questioned the young girl in front of her.
"Yeah. I don't want to go," the petulant 15 year old girl said shrugging her shoulders. Caroline looked at her with wide eyes.
"But Hope- he's your father."
Hope sighed and moved so she could close her hand over her mother's hand.
"Caroline- she's not my mother and he's not my father. If he wanted to be in my life, he would have been," Hope said softly. She looked at the woman who had raised her since birth and tried to reign in her emotions. Of course she wanted to know her mother and her father, but that didn't mean that she wanted to meet them and be apart of their lives.
"No," Caroline snapped a little harshly. "You will meet your them and that's that." She tore her hands away from Hope and in turned around. She proceeded shoved the clothes into thea lready tightly packed suitcase beside her and continued, "Your mother loves you very much and she's waited to see you." Hope's eyes blazed at the statement and she felt anger boil in her veins.
"She's not my mother!" Hope yelled. "You are! My mother has been gone for 15 years, Caroline! 15 years!" Caroline froze at Hope's words and couldn't help but feel a sharp pang in her chest. Of course Hope was right. She had raised Hope when she was just a few days old into the young lady she was becoming. It wouldn't seem dair to just have her former lover and his mistress tear away her child away.
"Hope, you're going to New Orleans and that's the last of it," Caroline snapped. Angered, Hope jumped off the bed and let her brown ringlets jump across her face.
"I said," Hope growled, "I don't want to go!"
"What's going on here?" Both Hope and Caroline turned towards the new voice. Caroline opened her mouth to respond, but Hope interjected, "I don't want to meet them, Rebekah." The middle aged woman with perfect platinum blonde hair sighed.
"Sweetheart, I know you're upset, but all you have to do is meet them, okay?" Hope looked at her with her hazel brown eyes with triumph and turned to Caroline.
"See?" Caroline looked at Hope and then quickly back to Rebekah. Caroline thought about all of the memories that they all had together. She remembered pushing Hope on the swing when she was five and Rebekah making sandcastles with her in the sand. She remembered snapping pictures of Hope and Rebekah eating ice cream at the beach and watching them paint each other's toenails late at night. Caroline remembered this because she was Hope's mother. Not the werewolf. She was and that's why she said, "Fine, Hope. You don't have to stay with them, but just at least meet them."
"Thank you, thank you!" Hope exclaimed and then ran to Caroline. She wrapped her thin arms around her waist and murmured, "I love you."
"I love you too, Hope. I love you too."
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