He ran a hand through his dark hair and slammed his fist hard on the dashboard, regretting his environment. The sky swarmed with two colors of dark blue, the sun far from rising. The silence of the car rang in his ear and he found himself tightening his grip on the wheel of the car. He looked up at the small highway sign and he mumbled bitterly to himself as he mimicked the words on the sign. "'Welcome to Wilsted'. Cheery."

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Her eyes meet the glow of the morning when they fluttered open. She felt that dizziness from her sleep and heard he cry from down the hall. She groaned and squirmed in the bed, feeling Jett's body against hers. She forced herself up, not forcing conscientiousness. Jett slept like a rock. "Looks like Mommy fell asleep somewhere she shouldn't have." She took a minute to get herself off the bed and run out of the room and out of the hall in her checkered pajamas she'd acquired sometime before marriage. She eased the door of Lorelei's bedroom door open and picked up the wailing child. She quieted down only barely at the sight of her mother and was carried back down the incredibly long corridor of the small screen star and down his spiral staircase into the kitchen. Kayla using whatever parental skills she'd learned, to calm the child. The nozzle of the cup was put into the Lorelei's mouth and she stopped her wailing. Lorelei held her cup as her mother placed her into the highchair.

"If it wasn't for Lore, I would've thought you left." She turned to Jett's voice as he came down the staircase.

"It's not my fault if you have the ability to sleep through a thunderstorm." He noticed her eyes wandering around the kitchen and searching through the cupboards. "What are you looking for?"

"A pot," she answered.

"A what?"

She looked up at him, "A pot."

"I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with those."

"You know, one of those long things that Corretta always made your breakfast in." 

"Aw, you're making me breakfast?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, is that the impression you got? I was just making breakfast for me."

He stuck his tongue out at her before starting over. "So back to this pot business."

"It goes on the stove," she informed as she went on looking.

"Stove?"

"That thing over there." She pointed to the extremely clean black kitchen organ by the Whirlpool fridge.

He followed her eyes and eyed the green digital numbers at the top. "Humph…I thought that was just an extremely large clock."

She sighed hopelessly at the pot-vacant cupboards. "You really don't have a pot, do you?"

"Not that I'm aware of," he answered proudly.

"You depress me."

"I usually just sponge off food from the neighbors."

"How do you live with yourself?"

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"Hi!" Their heads poked in front of the doorframe in front of the unfortunate person answering the door. Jackson Sr. shook his head slightly at the sight in front of him. "Breakfast already?" He stepped aside and let the beggars in.

"I would've made breakfast, but the big money-making celebrity here has no cooking gadgets whatsoever in his happy little mansion." They walked into the kitchen.

"That's Jett for you."

"Do you people not notice that I'm standing right here?" He asked as they began a conversation about his faults. Jett glared at them as he followed into the living room, Wood out in front.

"I can't believe you do this every morning," she remarked. He moved up, walking side by side with her.

"Eh, the food's good." He looked over at her as she began to roll her eyes, suddenly freezing in the midst of her actions.

"K, what's-" He stopped in mid sentence and froze along with her.

Mrs. West walked over to the two and cupped her hands in her daughter's, pulling her further into the living room. "Look who's here!"

 She smiled weakly, the blood draining from her face. "Jeffrey."

He wore his trademark grin. The grin of sincerity that surfaced in tabloids featuring his clients, newspaper ads. Her forced out exuberance as he lifted Lorelei's small hand. "Hi, Mommy." 

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Very short, and I've actually had this chapter sitting her for about two months. I'm really sorry about that, but now it's posted!