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It Wasn't Pumpkin Pie
Her mother had betrayed her. Her father had betrayed her. How could he have truly believed that she had not wanted to see him this Thanksgiving?
Her mother continued to stare at her. Her air of self -righteousness was overbearing.
"Where is daddy's pie?" she choked out.
"Well there were just so many delicious choices… We sent that one down to the door man. After all it is Thanksgiving."
Her mothers' reply sent a wave of indignation coursing throughout her body. How could she… she knew how much that pie meant to Blair.
Suddenly, everything seemed to go quiet. She vaguely heard the guests continued chattering because all she could now focus on was the tray of desserts spread so beautifully upon the trolley beside her.
As if in a trance, she picked up one of the pies and turned her back to her mother and their guests. They didn't care. Why should they?
She entered the kitchen deliberately and set the pie on the counter. She could feel the maids around her grow tense as they gradually dispersed. They didn't care. Why should they? Darota was the last to go. Blair silently willed her away. Not now Darota… her dear Darota, possibly the only one who did care…. No. she couldn't. It wasn't her duty to worry about Blair.
Her eardrums were filled with a loud inward ringing as she glared at the pie before her. She hated this pie. It wasn't pumpkin – the flavour that her and her daddy so dearly loved.
She stabbed her fork into it and took one bite. She barely remembered swallowing before she shovelled more of the disgustingly sweet dessert into her mouth. Perhaps it was better that it wasn't pumpkin pie. She didn't want to associate her happy memories of her father with this act.
Halfway through the pie, she felt herself staring down at what remained. She didn't have to continue. There was no need. She was full. It was a half a pie, Blair! She inwardly admonished herself. That's right a half a pie. She couldn't turn back; she had already ruined everything. She had lost control. Before these thoughts had finished, she heard her fork scraping at the empty tin that the pie had been in. She closed her eyes. The party sounds from the nearby dining area were rapidly becoming louder again. Her head ached as her five senses were quickly being overstimulated.
She turned and saw her reflection in the refrigerator glare. She laid the fork down onto the counter and without a glance back, she strode purposefully out of the kitchen. The maids would fix the mess just like she would fix hers.
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~JesseniaRose~