Catharine's Daughter
(nighttime wishes)
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own the characters contained in this story except for creatures of my own creation. I was not, am not , and never will be V.C. Andrews. Although I would like to use that already created characters for my own ambitions that is beside the point so here is my official cleansing. Enjoy.
"" - Speaking . . . '' - Thinking . . . - Flash backs if any
"He died in a car accedent, " She said to Derrick turning to Katie she continued, "just as his father died before him." In her head Catherine chuckled 'some bedtime story,' she thought.
"But mommy!" Katie questioned, "Wasn't Grandpa, Grandma's uncle?"
"Now where did you hear that!?" Catherine asked her daughter.
"I heard you talking about it once; when you were looking at a picture book." Her seven year old daughter responded earnestly. Katie watched as her mothers face turned from curriosity to a frown. Unfourtunatly Derrick decided that it was the perfect time to speak up.
"Yea and Daddy was your brother wasn't he mommy?" Catherine snaped her head back twards Derrick so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash. Alook of pure fear and worry crossed Catherines flawless face.
'How could they know?' She wondered, 'I have kept these secrets locked away for years.' Sighing she let her head make a gentle thud against the headboard. Her bun of silver threds comming undone. It was time that they were told the truth.