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one, am i the only one noticing this, or is the font in the Doc-manger 'edit' getting smaller and smaller? :P
Alright, this IS my favorite chapter to type. it might have been 'cause i was taking R&J or the fact that their was an exam the next day or the fact that it simply fit, i dont know. all i know that this is the chapter i absalotly adored for no reason!
If you never took R&J, just skip the italics
ENJOY!
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Dysfunctional Family: Romeo and Juliet Therapy.
The car ride have been silent so far, both getting used to this new 'closeness'.
Violet had to admit, she missed those nights where she'd stay up late with her mom and rue watching pointless movies just for the fun of it.
The times where moody Sebastian was all that worried her. The time her sister was with her. The time her mother said alive.
"whoa, whoa, whoa, you alright?" Alaric said, glancing at violet,
"yeah, sorry" her voice strained as she hastily wiped away the tears that escaped her hazel eyes.
'his hazel eyes'
"really?" he quirked an eyebrow reaching out to wipe one escaped tear, "I'm having a hard time believing that"
"Its nothing..I j-just" she took a deep breath "I missed Family nights. I missed watching TV and eating popcorn"
"that could be arranged..they do have popcorn in mystic" Alaric tried to lighten up the mood,
"I miss mom" the woman next to him said in a low whisper, leaning her head on the glass window gazing as the lights went by.
Alaric didn't know how to answer. he decided to be silent
"you read Romeo and Juliet?" Alaric asked after a while
Violet looked at him funny as he kept his eyes on the road.
"yeah, I'm an English slash literature teacher, what does that has to do with anything?"
"Act four, Scene 5"
"Juliet's dead'" she muttered,
"The nurse, old Capulet, Lady Capulet, even Paris we're all grieving on her, saddened." He took a left, "Had part in this fair maid now heaven hath all/ and all the better is it for the maid / your part in her you could not keep from death, / but heaven keeps his part in eternal life."
"the most you sought was her promotion / for 'twas your heaven she should be advanced / and weep ye now, seeing that she is well / uhh" Violet struggled for words, as she was the one cutting him, "dry up your tears and stick your rosemary / on this fair corse, and, as the costum is – okay can't remember"
Alaric on the other hand was smiling, it was evident on her face that she liked literature. That she read. Maybe she was more like him that he knew..and it scared him.
"Friar Lawrence was comforting the family. He says that the cure for the disaster can't be found in the cries of grief. That now Juliet was in heaven. A better place. All her family wanted what was best for her, that now she's in heaven – what could be better than it?" Alaric explained, parking in front of Mrs. Flower's bed and breakfast.
"Yes, I studied lit" she said at his expression.
"Lillian – you're mom – is in a better place right now. She isn't in pain, she isn't suffering." He took in the girl's hazel eyes, her sandy blond her, as a faint smile lingered on her lips. He saw that she was scared. Deep down. That she wasn't letting go any time yet.
But that didn't mean he'd be letting her go.
Alaric went ahead and hugged the girl, for her to ease back in it,
"you can move in with me you know." He added as she had a hand on the door handle.
"I don't know."
"you won't be staying in motels"
"I'll think it…"
"goodnight Violet."
"Thank you Alaric, goodnight." she murmured, getting out of car, closing the door, and walking in.
He leaned his head on the steering wheel, muttering to himself before starting the car and leaving.
. . .
"Jenna?" Alaric said entering the Gilbert's household.
"yeah, you're back?" she called from upstairs as he made his was over to her room.
"yes, look, you need to know something" Alaric looked at the strawberry blond, who changed into comfy pants and a purple tank top.
"what is it rick? I'm sure it can wait till morning" she yawned,
Alaric grabbed her wrist as they made their way over to Elena's room, Alaric just opened the door and walked straight in, as Elena was talking on the phone, saying a quick 'we'll talk later' hanging up.
"Jenna, Alaric, what's up?"
"You need to tell her" Alaric said, addressing Elena as Jenna sat on the bed.
"tell her what?" her perfectly plucked eyebrow rose.
"about Isobel"
Elena's eyes comically widened.
" Isobel?" Jenna questioned.
The three where standing in a triangle like form.
"uhh, N-no one" Elena stuttered over her own words playing with the hem of her red tank-top.
"Elena" Alaric snapped. "tell her or I would" his emotions got the best of his as he was operating of mode: ANGRY.
He just couldn't hid that much secrets from Jenna. It's unfair to their relationship. Its unfair to her.
Isobel was a chapter of his life. He should be able to tell whom ever. But she was Elena's biological mother. And that piece of information shouldn't be hidden from Jenna.
She was the aunt slash guardian!
When Elena wouldn't talk and mustered up an innocent look with her doe eyes, he decided to take it.
"Isobel my ex-wife" he said, taking a sudden interest in the floor. "and she isn't missing"
Jenna went on to speak but Alaric held his hand up, signaling to wait.
"she came by sometime earlier. And..She's Elena's biological mother"
Then everything broke loose, Elena went ahead and slapped Alaric for no reason, as Jenna kept screaming at her to calm down. While Alaric calmly stood, his check lingering in tiny pain.
"is it true?" Jenna asked, looking at the brunette teen who looked away, "oh damn Elena. I'm you're guardian! I'm your Aunt. Isn't that supposed to mean anything?"
Elena opened her mouth to defend herself.
"you where supposed to tell me Elena" with that, the strawberry blond turned on her heels and left.
. . .
At Miss Flower's bed and breakfast, a very conflicted Violet sat cross-legged on the bed, pulling the white sheets to her.
Was she seriously considering moving in with Alaric? One glance at this room gave her the answer.
She wanted it. She craved it. Some form of family. Safety. normalcy
Jenna seemed more that welcoming. And Alaric took her in with open arms.
So why was she feeling like this?
Work could easily be solved, with a quick trip back to New York, asking for transfer filed to move to this 'mystic high'.
she couldn't step foot in the house. Even though she knew she had too. Why would she keep a two-story, 3 bedroom, 2 and a half bathroom for? Gathering dust?
She knew she could never ever sell the place. Or even imagine another family living their.
Tears freely fell down her face, not making and moves to remove them.
it was the place she grew up in. the house filled with memories, both sad and happy. And if it wasn't so weird, the happy ones over shadowed those low times.
She buried her face in arms as warm tears made their way.
What if she burdened them?
The what if's kept rolling around in her brain for a while before she dosed off.
. . .