Nothing Haunts Us Like The Things We Don't Say
Hey guys! What did you guys thinks about the last chapter? I'm really excited for Avery and Kol to meet, I'm probably gonna keep this chapter as a filler and the next one should have some melodramatics but I'm thinking of including some flashbacks from Avery's childhood and explain a bit more in this chapter because this whole plot line has a focal point usually I'm very plot line organised about my stories, I'm most likely going to write one more book after this, but that's it and then I'll most likely shift back to my Beautiful Strangers one!
Let's get into it. Also theirs some cussing involved (mildly)
Also italics are song lyrics!
I'm putting you out of your misery
'Cause darling you're dragging me down
I wish I could say that I'm sorry
But I'm over that, now I'm taking you out
It's a cruel, cruel world
Avery groaned groggily as she rubbed her sore eyes, the Mikaelson ball despite consuming an enormous amount alcohol she didn't have a treacherous hangover- thank god. She turned on thee shower allowing the water to soothe her and wake her up, her hair, body was washed and lathered in moisturiser. Avery stumbled her way to her vanity spraying a vast array of body mists. Her shorts and comfy shirt accompanied her down the stairs as she had the fluffy blanket clung to her. The light humming of the TV, and smell of Tea, Toast and Eggs.
She knew the Tea was her fathers, the Toast Jemima; her fathers girlfriend and the eggs were Avery. She loathed Jemima as much as she loathed her father they were both absolutely vile and hideous. Jemima was Latino just like Avery's father and Avery but that still didn't make her or her existence acceptable or relevant at all. Stupid strumpet, as soon as Avery entered the large kitchen her father sat drinking his tea, Jemima hovering around the toaster. She heard a pair of shuffling feet, "I should be going to work." Her father declared as she glanced down at the Rolex on his left wrist, his fitted suit his general attire.
Avery's father owned Berksfield Bank, the biggest bank in New Orleans, the most proactive creatures stored their possessions as well as money. Witches usually put their grimoire and witch amulets, whereas vampire put stakes including the infamous white oak stake. Although the Mikaelsons didn't put it in their themselves they knew it was the only way of having a weapon close by. Berksfield Bank was the most unexpected place despite it's high status. It was the only thing witches, werewolves and vampires agreed with. Berksfield and the rules of Berksfield. Of course Avery was unaware of the supernatural ornaments lurking in her fathers bank, she was inattentive to every aspect of the supernatural, courtesy of her father.
I used to see beauty in people
But now I see muscle and bones
You know I never wanted to hurt you
But I'm sorry, my friend, this is the end
"Don't forget about tonight!" Jemima reminded loudly causing Avery to cringe, "Could you not control your bullshit? I just woke up!" Avery hissed moodily, stabbing her scrambled eggs, with her slender metal fork. Her father merely rolled his eyes at his daughters rudeness and Jemima cowered awkwardly setting her toast down. Once Avery heard the door slam, she yanked up smashing her dishes into the sink and stormed back up to her stairs.
Avery had learn't about her father girlfriend a while ago, she'd never been accepting or kind towards her. Avery made the excuse, "She's a whore." But in actual fact Avery couldn't take the pain and betrayal, any other girl other than her family that associated with her father she felt angry, paranoid, betrayed and threatened. Shaking her head, she began changing for the day.
Black high waisted shorts and black festival shirt. Clasping her mothers locket, she swung on her converses and noticed her anklets that never budged, her father had gifted them to her when she was born. She'd never taken them of now they were stuck despite having small feet. One anklet was white gold, and a simple triangle. Another a small key and one small Swarovski crystal one.
So I'm saying my goodbyes
Goodbye to my good side
It only ever got me hurt
And I finally learned
It's a cruel, cruel world
It's a cruel, cruel world
They were all beautiful and sentimental, but Avery wished she could rip them off, it was only another iota towards her fathers loyalty, her mothers locket however Avery didn't know how she'd resume life without it. It was the only specimen left of her mothers. Given to her by her mother. Inside a picture of her mother. Affectionately closing it, she cleared her throat erasing the emotions from her eyes and face. She'd walk to school, maybe even meet Rosalie on the journey, she still was unsure of how she felt was doing so catching up with her was crucial.
It took three hours to walk, and ten seconds to locate Rosalie. Avery recognized Rosalie's athletic frame, flipping and squatting all across the pitch. Ambling up to the pitch, Avery noticed Coach Flinstock, the biggest psychopath in the whole of New Orleans. He was just plain ludicrous; legit ludicrous. "Lowe, I suggest you keep those eyes low unless you want me to rip them out." He threatened warningly.
Avery glared strangely at the man, his chaotic, spiky hair located proudly on his crazy ass physco scalp, although Avery barely saw him he always confused her but yet at the same time, surprised her and made her laugh. Weirdo.
"Well chop chop Lowe, it's not your dad's field!" He yelled furiously his tone full of sass. Avery rolled her eyes, "No, It's my granddads." She sarcastically resorted sighing as the physco man glared at her. Mouthing a 'later' at Rose.
Deciding she was't in a mood to wait around, Avery hiked back into the school and instantaneously noticed petite Raina Ruiz conversing with her older cousin Keegan. He wasn't that old just a year, but nevertheless they were all in the same grade. "Keegan!" Avery's voice echoed across the vast hall, as she paused in her track setting her glance on the light skinned-black man. Who was very attractive, Avery would be drastically lying if she said she hadn't found Keegan fit. But Avery wasn't in the whole relationship stuff anyway, she saw him twice a day, once in home room another in trig.
He immediately smirked despite his impeccable looks, his attitude was clearly parallel, however strangely he always warmed up more to Avery; she figured it was because they were close family friends. "Hey Lowe!" He greeted, spinning round from his cousin to eye Avery appreciatively, while Avery merely rolled her combat pupils. His clad black shirt displayed his toned and muscular arms.
"You do the Spanish homework?" Avery probed tucking a strand of her thick, wavy locks behind her ears. Keegan scoffed, "Of course not!" He exclaimed as if Avery was being incredulous- but of course she was being ludicrous.. No one in high school did their homework until home room, recess and lunch right before the lesson it was due for. Only the nerds really did their homework beforehand. Including Avery!
"Me neither." She admitted shrugging. Raina continued with her own stuff, she wasn't in Spanish she took French. Which Rose thought was pretty stupid considering the fact she was half Latino. but Avery understood she wanted to expand her knowledge although she was pretty sure Raina had majorly been regretting taking French. Avery knew both languages perks of being biracial.
"Where's blondie?" Keegan snickered while Raina smirked. It was clear that both Ruiz cousin weren't big fans of Rosalie. "Cheer leading." She answered ignoring their annoyance, "Oh. Here she comes." Avery announced.
Raina coughed, "Well I have to go to my next period, don't wanna be late." The acidity clear in her voice as she sauntered off, Keegan smirking Avery off before sauntering of too.
"Ugh thank god." Rosalie remarked as she observed Keegan and Raina turning opposite corners and disappearing. "When did Flinstock return?" Avery quickly changed the topic. Rose flipped her long blonde hair shrugging, "God knows!"
"He's returned from hell and trying to drag me and the rest of the cheer squad back with him!" She hissed yanking out her chemistry books. "Harrison will shit on us if were not on time." She reminded.
Avery rolled her eyes at the thought of Mr Harrison their chemistry teacher. The biggest bitch in New Orleans. He always seemed to have a stick stuck up hiss ass, all the time. Literally all the time.
"Miss Lowe!" A reprimanding tone made her jump out of her thoughts, ugh Harrison. "Are you planning to camp outside your locker or re you actually going to attend my lesson?"
Avery sighed loudly, "It's gonna be a long day." She grumbled lowly. Storming irascibly.
"So, just to be clear you didn't copy Endraya?" Rick Coleman interrogated tampering the truth, his crooked nose poking in between Rose and Avery. "You sure you didn't steal pokemon's long nose?" Rosalie snapped the acidity rising in her tone crystal clear, Rick Coleman always transgressed and each time as consequences would strike he'd always aspire to pin the blame on someone other than himself. Spawning bullshit for dust in 0.0000000002 seconds was his speciality. Avery desired to break every bone in his jaw, fracture every bicuspid, molar, premolar- god knows what a bloody premolar is but all Avery knew was she just wanted rip each one out and make him and his whole family choke on it.
And although she knew he never predetermined physical torture, he sure as hell intended something! Subjectively, he made advances for every single person in New Orleans to endure his constant mocking, and all the ridicule he faced, but he brought it on himself no matter how harsh it sounded. Sometimes Avery wondered how pathetic and preposterous it was for some to crave empathy after all they served. Especially someone like Rick Coleman. He desired to be desired, to be worshipped the floor beneath him be lathered in glory. But it didn't work that way you either earned it or forced it upon people to worship you but with that status came a price. A formidable price at that one Coleman was inept to give.
Though Avery did find it mildly amusing that he thought he could. He was much of a pussy weakling for that shit. Maybe if he actually supported himself with adequate justifications, and threats he could live up to he might have had a chance of being somewhat worshipped- in high school but instead he hid himself behind some imbecilic magazine with is name in big, thick font labelling him as the foolish founder of the shit.
Avery rolled her eyes imbecile.
Hey guys, longgggggggggggg time no see? I've recently been sooooooooooo busy, I'm in the middle of transitioning school so it's all busy busy! HOWEVER, on more exciting news, THE ORIGINALS IS RENEWED FOR SEASON 5! DO YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING?! YES, YES THAT'S ME! I'm so excited, what about you guys?
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