Sasha Waybright, that was her name.
Born into a rich family, she was an only child. Everyone was envious that she could get whatever she wanted without a problem, but Sasha never got why. If she could have a whole different family, even just for a day, she absolutely would take that offer.
When she was a baby, her mother walked out on her and her father, if she could even call him that. At first, it seemed like he meant well, even if he was a bit strict. For Sasha, it was always way more than that, where she didn't want to be there at the house. She wanted to get out as much as she possibly could and get away whenever she could. Being in school was much better than being there under the same roof as her father. Despite her mother not being there, he wasn't taking care of her alone thanks to her nanny Florentine, who arguably took care of her more. She learned more from her than she ever could from her father.
Florentine adjusted young Sasha's outfit, making sure her cute little dress-looking coat was straight and on properly. She pulled the sleeves down as much as possible, only reaching halfway down Sasha's hand. She fixed up the white bow on the five-year-old's head that held the ponytail like a hair-tie would. The touch of her skin was vivid to Sasha, soft and pink like rose petals in the spring. Sasha looked up at Florentine's eyes.
"Remember, Sasha, your first impression has to be your best one." The nanny told her. "And you have to look your best."
Sasha nodded with a smile. "D'accord!"
Florentine smiled as she picked the little girl up. She walked over to the front door as she grabbed her car keys. Before she grabbed the doorknob, she looked to her side, seeing Paul sitting at his desk working. Stacks of papers were by his sides on the work desk, all of which were related to the company he owned. Even when he wasn't at work, like now, he always had to focus on it. Florentine could only sigh through her nose, but then looked at Sasha. She placed her down without messing her clothes up.
"Do you want to say goodbye before you head off to school?" She asked.
Sasha nodded and ran over to her father.
"Au revoir, Père!" Sasha told him.
He didn't even look at her when she said that. After a moment, he stopped writing and held his pen completely still in his hand.
"Ah, au revoir, Sasha. Je te verrai à ton retour."
He still didn't take a glance at her. Instead, he waved the back of his hand at her as he continued writing. The ends of Sasha's eyebrows fell down as she frowned. She walked away from Paul and back to Florentine. The nanny looked at Paul, furious at the fact he didn't pay much attention to her. Once her pants were being tugged at, her expression disappeared as she looked down at the young girl. Florentine took Sasha's hand before she opened the door and went outside.
Sasha used her other hand to cover her eyes from the sun. Keeping her hand there, she walked down the steps with Florentine all the way out to the car. It was a Ford Expedition which, while not a limousine, could carry multiple people and it was a sign of their wealth. It wasn't as gorgeous and luxurious as the other vehicles that they owned, it was something that could make any non-rich person feel envious.
Florentine opened the door for her and helped Sasha get inside and onto the back seat, buckling her in. Afterwards, she closed the door and went to the other side to allow herself into the driver's seat. She adjusted the rearview mirror, seeing Sasha sitting in the back as properly as she could, even having one leg over the other. Noticing it, she looked over her shoulder, making sure Sasha could see her face.
"You don't have to sit so formally, dear." Florentine told her. "Your father's not here with us, and we're only going to school. Sit as comfortably as you want."
Knowing that, Sasha got her legs onto the seat and she crossed her legs, resting her hands onto her lap. A smile crept onto the nanny's face as she looked ahead and began driving. She put the radio on and had it on a station full of popular music to fill the silence. Florentine heard Sasha begin to hum to the music that was on. She thought Sasha was gonna start singing to what was on the radio, but after a moment she concluded that wasn't going to happen. Sasha usually did whenever they were in the car, but it seemed she was sticking to humming for the moment.
It wasn't before long when they got to the preschool. The nanny looked outside to see multiple parents dropping their kids off just like how she was dropping Sasha off. She unbuckled herself, got outside of the vehicle, and went to open the door for the young Waybright. She helped Sasha out of the car and onto the ground. Florentine closed the door before bending down to her level.
"Have a good day at school, be on your best behavior, and I'll pick you up at one-thirty, okay?" Florentine told her.
"Okay! Bye-bye!" Sasha quickly hugged her before running off to the front door.
The nanny couldn't help but happily sigh. She felt like a proud mother watching her child leave the nest into a brand new place with excitement. She couldn't have any kids herself, but this was the closest thing she'll ever get and she wouldn't argue with it.
Sasha went inside the school. Her eyes were darting everywhere she could look at. It was brand new to her and everything was so different to what she was used to. She went to look around and see what was in store, but she was stopped by a touch of seafoam onto her shoulder, nicking the side of her neck. The girl quickly turned around to see who touched her, jumping from how unexpected that was. The grown man retracted his hand.
"Whoa, I apologize," he started, "I didn't mean to scare you like that. I'm Mister Caulfield and I'll be your teacher."
"I'm- I'm Sasha Waybright." She replied. She grabbed his hand to feel him again, feeling and seeing the seafoam color she felt before. The texture of the color even felt foamy too. "You feel funny."
Mr. Caulfield could only laugh, thinking she was adorable already. He took one of her hands that was holding his and stood up.
"How about we go to the classroom so you can introduce yourself to everyone?" He asked.
Sasha didn't say anything, she ran over to where the room could be.
She ended up dragging him around.
Sasha awaited at the sidewalk with the ends of her lips stretching from ear to ear.
She went forward onto her toes, went backwards onto her heel, and alternated between the two in a satisfied manner. The car pulled up in front of her before completely stopping. Florentine got out of the car.
"How was your day- Oh my God what happened to you?!" She couldn't help but yell out.
Sasha stopped moving her body as Florentine looked at her. The French-American had dirt all over her coat, some on her little skirt at the bottom, and a good amount on her face, hair, bow, and hands. Despite how dirty she became, she still had that huge smile on her face.
"I fell into a pile of mud," she started, "but I had fun!"
She sighed. "Let's get you cleaned up."
Florentine grabbed a cleaning cloth out of her pocket and wiped whatever dirt she could off Sasha. She was happy Sasha was making friends and having fun, she just didn't expect her to get this dirty on the first day. Of course, she shouldn't expect everything to stay nice, clean, and unharmed, it was bound to happen with kids. Once she got her cleaned up, she put the cloth to the side and removed the coat from Sasha's body.
Underneath, her clothes were still mostly clean aside from that spot on her skirt. Her clothing would have to be changed besides possibly the shirt, and even then that was debatable. Florentine shook her head, she would need a different outfit aside from the shoes on just to be safe than sorry. She lifted her off the ground.
"After I get you changed, do you wish to go to the playground, Sasha?"
Sasha gasped in excitement. "Really?!"
"Yep."
"Yay, playground!"
Florentine chuckled. "I take that as a 'yes' then."
After a few dozen minutes, Florentine had gotten Sasha cleaned up. Now Sasha was wearing a mountbatten pink skirt with a mimi pink shirt and the collar was the same color as her skirt. On top of the shirt, she wore a jean jacket. Instead of the white bow that held her hair up before, she had a pink scrunchie taking its place. She was clean and ready to go.
Florentine took her to the park. She found a bench where she could view everything in the playground, and sat down.
"If you ever need anything, I'll be right here." She informed her.
Sasha nodded before running over to the slide. She climbed up the ladder until she got to the top. The girl was about to go down the slide until she heard something up ahead. She saw two older girls on the swings while two other girls, who seemed to be around her age, were on the ground.
"Aww, how cute!" The brunette said sarcastically. "Now beat it, these swings are ouws."
She couldn't see the girls' faces, but it sounded like they were close to crying. It started a fire within her that couldn't stay down, her hands clenched into two balls of fists. A quiet growl came out of her. There was no way she couldn't get involved, those two wanted the swings yet it was taken from them.
"Not so fast, evil-doers!" The girls her age turned their heads around. "Leave those kids alone!"
She went down the slope and jumped, yelling as she went through the air to kick the older girls on the swings. The other kids were in awe. Unfortunately, the older girls moved and spread apart, causing Sasha to miss and hit the ground behind them. She heard the girls off the swing hiss. Despite the pain, despite the fact she missed, she wasn't going to give up on them. She immediately got up with a bruise on her forehead and ran towards them with a punch.
Yet again, they moved and she went right in between them and she landed right into the sandbox. She took her face out and spat whatever sand got into her mouth.
"I'm not done yet!" She got up and turned to face them. "I'll never give up, no matter what!"
She ran to punch them once more, but she tripped over her left foot and fell onto the ground again as the older girls just watched. The redhead hissed as a response.
"This is getting weird," she pointed out.
The two get up. "Yeah, we're outta here," they started walking away. "Enjoy your swings, babies."
Sasha felt proud of herself; she felt like the female superheroes in those cartoons she watched back home, protecting those who needed help. She got up and brushed herself off.
"Swings are all yours."
Sasha turned to walk away, but she was stopped by a 'hey'. She turned around.
"Wanna swing with us?"
Her eyes widened and her eyebrows raised up. Nobody at her preschool wanted to play with her, let alone ask her if she wanted to join. Even with her father back home, he didn't have much time for her, especially when he had co-workers over. Besides her nanny, it felt nice to feel wanted by others for a change.
"I- I'd like that." She said, swearing her face was turning a little pink.
"I'm Anne, by the way," Anne introduced herself as she put a hand on her friend's back. "This is Marcy!"
"Hiya." Marcy shyly said, waving her hand.
"I'm Sasha," she put her hands on her hips, "Sasha Waybright."
It felt like the start of a beautiful friendship, one she hoped would last a very, very long time.
"Don't forget to brush your teeth after dinner, don't stay up too late, and if there's anything wrong, call me immediatelyand I'll come right over."
"Alright, alright, I will, Flore." Sasha said. "I'll be fine, don't worry.""I'm always gonna worry, Sasha." She replied. "Now, have fun. I'll pick you up first thing in the morning.""Okay, bonne nuit.""Bonne nuit, Sasha."
Florentine got into the car and drove off. Sasha looked at the house in front of her. She started squealing at the sight. She couldn't believe it, her first ever sleepover and it was with her two best friends. The girl quickly went to the door and knocked. She waited for a moment, even looking behind her, until her knocks were finally answered. Sasha looked at the person who answered the door in front of her, that of which being Anne's dad.
"You're Sasha, right?" He asked. "Anne and Marcy talked about you. Come on in, they're upstairs."
She smiled and entered the home. She immediately ran upstairs to find Anne's room while hearing her friend's dad faintly yelling 'don't run in the house'. Not that she was gonna listen anyways, she hardly did most of the time. Sasha looked at the doors in the hallway, wondering which one Anne said was her room again. Before she pondered on it for too long, she heard laughter from one of the rooms and she opened one of the doors.
Anne and Marcy were laughing, though Sasha didn't know about
what. When she opened the door, the two girls stopped laughing and they looked in Sasha's direction. Marcy shyly waved at Sasha. Despite being friends for a little over a year, she was still a little bashful around her. It was adorable if she had to be frank.
"Hey, Sash!" Anne said, greeting her. "Just in time, we're about to play games!"
"What kinda games?"
"Spin the nail polish, play on the GameCube, hide and seek, pillow fights." Anne listed, laying out one finger after another.
"Psh," Sasha rolled her eyes. "That's all you do? Come on, there's no way you don't do more than that."
Anne and Marcy looked at each other then back at her.
"What do you mean?" Marcy asked, though she didn't make eye contact. "That's what we always do. Then there's dinner, we get snacks, and after we're done with everything we go to sleep."
The blonde girl snickered. "You call that a sleepover? Ha!" She pulled out an empty book and a pencil. "I know exactly what we can do! I call it a 'scare dare'! If you're too scared to go through with the dare or chicken out at any point, you gotta write your name in the book!"
"...Are you sure about this?"
"Of course I'm sure! Yeah, the other stuff might be fun, but this will take the cake!"
Marcy blinked a couple of times. "Wait, what does cake have to do with this? Do we get cake afterwards?"
Anne laughed a little. It was cut off short when Sasha threw her arm around Anne, her colors showing once her body touches Anne's skin. Her colors were cobalt and violet, swirling almost like a marbled surface, that of which Sasha could tell that Anne felt uncertain and worried about the whole thing. Sasha would make sure she wouldn't have to worry for long, however, she'll know how fun this was gonna be.
Before Sasha could say anything to calm her nerves, Anne's mom came in with a plate of snacks. The woman set it down on the closest flat surface. She then looked at Anne and Sasha in awe.
"Aww! Look at you two! You adorable together like little wives!"
Anne's colors changed into a bright cyan as she blushed when her mom said that. She looked away from everyone, trying to hide her face.
"Mom!" Anne blurted out in embarrassment.
All Sasha could think about was when she said they looked cute like wives. Never once in her little life did she ever hear about that; she didn't know girls could be with other girls, but she liked that idea in comparison to when her father talked about her ending up with a boy one day. At first, she thought liking others that way was a grown-up thing, but she just wasn't into boys.
She smiled when she thought about it.
"Épouses," she whispered to herself.
Sasha spent the last few hours staring at this one piece of paper.
She didn't know what to write on it, or rather, she didn't know how to write it. There was a girl from school that she liked and she wasn't too sure how she should go about it. The girl felt like crumbling the paper up, throwing it behind her, and slamming her head against the desk. She only did the last thing as she groaned in frustration. After a moment, she lifted her head up and she pushed the chair back.
A note wasn't going to cut it, she was gonna tell her in person whether it was a good idea or not. She went to open the door, but before she could, it opened from the other side. Sasha stepped away from the door. Florentine had a stern look on her face before she saw Sasha. She examined her from top to bottom. Her facial features relaxed once she did so and she sighed through her nostrils.
"Sasha, what are you doing here in your casual attire?" Florentine questioned. "My dear, you were supposed to be ready for your father's business party. Were you not aware of this beforehand?"
She hissed as she looked away. "I thought it was on a different date." Sasha explained.
It was partially true; she didn't know it was her father's business party that day, though at the same time she didn't particularly care. She always thought they were boring and she snuck away to do her own things. Sasha always came back whenever the party was gonna end to avoid suspicion. Florentine pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Sasha, please for the love of God, get dressed for the party. I don't care if you're going with a suit, dress, anything, just something formal. This is very important and all Waybrights must be present."
Sasha groaned. "Do I have to attend?"
"Unfortunately, yes." Florentine answered. "I can't let you go out this time. If you end up escaping, I can't help you out."
She groaned louder after hearing that. Florentine knew she hated it as much as the next person, but it was a necessary evil of the day. If she didn't make sure she was ready, it could put her job in jeopardy and she wasn't risking that. At the same time, she didn't want Sasha to stay at something she didn't want to be at. That ended up reminding her about something.
"If it makes you feel better, some girls from your school are coming to the party, so you can hang out with your friends at least." The older woman informed her.
That piqued her curiosity. "Which girls?"
"Michiko Chauvin, Arnaude Raptis, Héloïse Okorie, Amara Tash, and I believe Christabelle Hammond." Florentine looked at the invite list, repeating the last names of each family. "Yeah, Chauvin, Raptis, Okorie, Tash, and Hammond. I know you've talked about them quite a bit aside from Anne and Marcy."
A smile crept onto Sasha's face when she heard Amara. "Well, if that's the case, then I'll just hang out with them instead. That way I'm still at the party, but I get to do what I wanna do, so no need to worry about me."
Florentine smiled. "Then we should be good. It sounds like you just used a stone for two hits, which can be useful if you don't know how to solve a couple of problems separately. I'll see you downstairs."
Florentine closed the door behind her when she exited the room and left Sasha alone. The young girl quietly cheered before she went to her closet. She opened the doors up and walked inside, looking at everything she owned. Her eyes stopped on one dress she had that she realized she didn't wear yet. It was a purple dress with the top part of the dress being full of sparkles and glitter while the bottom part of it was silky with a veil of material that was see-through on top of the silk. Both parts were separated with a silky pink band around it with a fake flower on it in the front.
She took it off its clothing hanger and ran out of the closet. Sasha changed into that very dress and fitting shoes before going out of the room and downstairs. She ended up arriving in time as the doorbell rang and echoed across the rooms inside the home. As soon as he heard it, Paul ran to the door. He brushed himself off and cleared his throat before he answered the door.
"Bonjour, and welcome!" He politely greeted.
People walked inside and Florentine looked at each guest before checking them off on the guest list she held in her hand. Sasha watched as dozens of people came in. It was like a line that didn't have a pause anywhere. As she watched, a couple of girls ran up to her and nearly tackled her with hugs. Sasha had to steady herself so she didn't fall. She firmly hugged them back before the three broke it off.
"Hey, Sash!"
"H-Hey, Amara," her face tinted a light pink, "hey Michiko!"
"Hello, Sasha." Michiko looked around. "Where's Anne and Marcy?"
Sasha groaned. "They weren't invited. Père wouldn't have them here anyways because they're not 'rich' or whatever."
"That's so lame," Amara added.
"I would get outta here, but unfortunately I have to stay." Sasha admitted in a whisper.
"No kidding. I didn't want to be here either." Michiko said as she crossed her arms.
"Michiko! Isoide!" Her mother called out.
She sighed. "Sorry, gotta go." Michiko ran off to her mom.
"Guess it's just us." Amara said.
Sasha looked to see if anyone else would come their way. "Yeah." She acknowledged.
Before anyone else came into the home, Amara took her hand and dragged her to the main room. It was full of people, not a single person was familiar to the little blonde. If Sasha bumped into someone by accident, she wouldn't know because she was focused on Amara and her amethyst touch. After a minute, the two children ended up close to a corner of the room. There weren't a lot of people in the corner so it was mostly those two.
A buffet table full of desserts was in that area of the room and Amara looked at every little thing there in awe. Sasha snickered and rolled her eyes in a humorous manner; she always liked sweets where she would taste everything on sight. Amara took one of them and she looked at Sasha.
"What's this?" Amara asked with wide, sparkling eyes.
"That's a palmier. Then we have chocolate mousse, macarons, mont blancs, mille-feuilles, you get the picture." She explained.
"I'm trying everything!"
"You already had some of these, Amara!"
She already shoved the palmier in her mouth. "Ah'm schtill eating it!"
Sasha couldn't help but laugh. Amara ate as much as she could, taking one of everything like she said she would. She couldn't help but stare at her as she went through everything. Everything in her stomach twisted and turned as butterflies went through the disaster her stomach had become. She looked her way and smiled, despite having her mouth full of desserts. Since one of her hands was free, Sasha grabbed it. Amara's eyes widened and she gulped as a response.
"I know this is a little sudden, but I like-like you Amara." Sasha confessed.
Her jaw fell. She grabbed another dessert. Amara took a bite out of it then gulped. After that, she had a huge smile on her face. Her eyes were like stars in a green sky.
"I like-like you too!" Amara replied.
Amara threw her arms around Sasha. She went to hug back, but her arm got yanked by someone who came close to her. Sasha got pulled out of it as a result of the yanking. The golden feel on her arm made her wanna puke until she realized that it was her father who grabbed her.
"What's this about 'like-liking' someone?" He questioned, having a stern look on his face.
"I like-like Amara, Père." She answered honestly.
His grip got tighter, making her upper arm tremble. His face got closer to hers as his eyebrows furrowed, his face wrinkled up in multiple areas, and the ends of his lips stretched out from one end of his face to the other. The sound that came from his mouth almost sounded like a low growl, like a wolf that became provoked. Sasha suddenly felt her stomach twist and sink.
"You're fucking lucky there's other people here, young lady," he threatened at a low volume. "If you don't get done with this dyke phase, I'll smack it out of your soul. Women are supposed to be with men, not other women. I did not raise a dyke in this house, and it will remain that way, do I make myself clear?"
"But-"
"No buts, young lady. End of discussion."
She sighed through her nostrils before nodding.
"Good." Paul let Sasha go before he looked at Amara. "You, Miss Tash, stay away from my daughter, you dyke maker."
Before Amara could even answer, he walked away. Sasha's hands clenched into balls of fists and she breathed heavily. When he told her that, she felt a fire burn within her, one that wanted to fight him, one that wanted to disobey what he ordered her to do, one that wanted to say 'fuck you' and go ahead with what her heart said instead of him. Liking other women felt right to her, whether it was a choice or not. Her hands trembled from how hard they were clenched just thinking about it.
"S-Sasha, are you… Okay?" Amara asked in concern.
She turned towards her. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Does… Does this mean we can't…?"
"No, he doesn't have to know." She didn't hesitate to answer. "Who cares about what he thinks? I'm happy when I'm with you."
That at least made her smile, even if she was still uneasy. Sasha grabbed her hands gently and she ran to the back doors. Amara nearly yelped in surprise, holding onto the dessert she had in her hand firmer so she didn't drop it. Nobody noticed them as they ran out of the crowded room. Neither looked back at anyone who was in there. Sasha's heart pounded like there wasn't a tomorrow from the running and the excitement she had. There was one thing she didn't account for, however.
In the back, Florentine stood there as she took a sip out her cup. Her eyes went left to right through a page on the book she was reading. Sasha tip-toed to the door and so did Amara. It took Florentine mere seconds to notice the girls. She laid the cup down, placed the bookmaker on the page she was on, then quickly closed the book. The sound of the book closing made the children jump. Florentine put the book down on a different surface than the cup. She crossed her arms as she stared at Sasha and Amara.
"Where do you think you're going, Sasha?" She asked.
"Backyard." Sasha answered. "Don't let Pére know, please."
"Why not?"
Sasha holds onto Amara's hand more firmly. "I wanna be with her for a while."
Florentine opened her mouth, but then she saw how Sasha held the other girl's hand. It hit her on what she meant and she nodded. She only hoped Paul didn't do what she was thinking he might've done.
"Do you remember the Morse code you had to learn?"
Sasha nodded.
"I know I said I wouldn't help you this time, but since it's something like this, I'll let you know when he's coming. Just stay close enough to the door." Florentine said.
Sasha hugged her. "Thank you, Flore!"
Florentine hugged her back. After a moment she opened the door for the two. The kids ran outside with the door following behind them. Amara gasped as she looked at the pool in front of them. She got a couple feet closer, looking at how huge it was. If she wasn't in her blue dress at that moment, she'd jump in. Around the pool were bushes with different types of flowers in them. Amara would've explored the place, but she didn't wanna be too far away from Sasha and she certainly didn't want to get caught by her father again. Thinking about it made her shiver.
Sasha took her hands, feeling rings of violet and yellow turn back into an amethyst color. She gave her a smile as she swayed her arms back and forth. It kept going like that until the two started moving their feet and danced around, trying not to make too much noise. It wasn't a professional dance or even a waltz, just two kids dancing around, being silly, and having some silent fun. At one point, they nearly fell but they caught each other well enough just in time.
Before she knew it, Sasha heard foot taps from the other side of the doors. She gently pressed her ear up to one of the doors and listened carefully. The girl counted each tap and how long all of them went on for. After a moment, she believed she heard enough to know what was being said on the other side after translating it in her head.
Hide.
Once she realized that, she quickly grabbed Amara's arm and ran to the bushes to hide. Amara held onto Sasha's arm. The colors of violet and yellow returned, making Sasha feel sick. She had to do something to calm her down before she got too nauseous. Her eyes scattered around and they landed on one of the flowers in the bush. Sasha had an idea that might be able to do both her and Amara some good. A sly smirk crawled upon her face before she looked at her.
"Y'know, this is kinda romantic." Sasha started.
"What- What do you mean?"
"It's like we're Romeo and Juliet, except we're both Juliets." Sasha took the flower she saw and put it in Amara's hair. "Yeah, we can't be in Pére's sight, but at least we can have some alone time surrounded by flowers. You look beautiful with one in your hair."
Amara blushed and her colors went back to amethyst, but this time there were speckles of white and pink as well. Sasha smiled.
"This can be our secret hiding place so if you wanna come over, we can hide here."
"...I'd like that." Amara replied.
Sasha knocked on the door.
Thinking it would take a minute or two, she leaned her back onto the wall and waited for an answer. It turned out that she didn't have to wait too long, as someone got the door within a few seconds, however it wasn't Anne nor her parents. He looked to his left then to his right, eventually landing his sights on Sasha. She examined him; she didn't remember seeing him whatsoever whenever she went to the house prior to today. He shot her a welcoming smile.
"Ah, hello! I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs. Boonchuy couldn't get the door." He said. "You can come in!"
Sasha was wary, but she got closer to the door. She peered inside, wanting to see if Anne or her parents were there. She saw Anne and Marcy sitting down on the floor as they played with some toys. Then the French girl looked back up to the man in front of her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself, have I?" He gently smacked himself in the forehead. "Apologies, I'm Johnathon Joesiphson, but you can call me Johnny Joe."
He held his hand out for a handshake. Sasha hesitantly shook his hand; she only made it last a few seconds. She wanted to puke immediately after touching him. He felt like sunflowers that dripped blood off its petals. Even if there wasn't anything on her hand, she wiped it off on her outfit just to be safe. Johnny walked away, allowing Sasha to enter without touching him.
She walked over to the other girls. Something didn't feel right about him, but she didn't want to jump to conclusions just because of his colors if that's how he was normally. One thing was for certain, though, he didn't feel very user-friendly to her. Sasha watched him as he disappeared into the kitchen. She sat down on the floor near Anne and Marcy.
"Sasha!" Marcy hugged her the moment she noticed Sasha there.
"Hey, Marcy!" Sasha gave her a few pats. "Uh, how long has that Johnny Joe guy been around? I haven't seen him before."
"Oh," Anne started, "he's been around for a long time. He's a family friend of ours so he visits often."
Sasha looked at her, then the kitchen, then back at her.
"If that's the case, then how come we never met until now?"
"He comes around during the weekends." Anne explained. "And he's been busy for the last few months so he hasn't been able to visit."
Sasha supposed that made sense. Paul was always busy with work, so she wouldn't be surprised if it was a similar case with Johnny. Then again, she didn't know what job he had, if at all, nor what he did when he wasn't working. Either way, she shook her head and focused on the other girls. Well, as much as one could do so anyways. She was stuck on how he felt and his colors and those two alone, yet she didn't know why.
Sasha looked back at the kitchen once more, seeing the man leaning on the doorway as he laughed about who knew what. She swore that he looked at her, Anne or Marcy, or even all three of them at once for a split second before he returned his attention to Anne's parents. When she turned back, Marcy pulled out a black 3DS with some gold on it and turned it on. Anne got closer and watched Marcy pull up a game. Sasha looked at the toys they were playing with before she decided. The toys didn't look like they were fun for her to play with, but at the same time she wasn't really into the games Marcy played even if she was just watching.
In the end, though, she inched closer to the two; she rested her head onto Anne's shoulder. She heard everyone that was in the kitchen walk out. Anne's mom was the only one that went to the front door. Sasha could see her from the corner of her eyes.
"I have to pick something up." She informed them. "I will be right back."
"Alright, honey." Her dad replied before kissing her on the cheek.
She then walked out the door. Anne's dad and Johnny walked over to the kids' area. Her dad sat down on the couch while Johnny sat down close to the kids. Johnny laid his arm around Sasha, resting his hand onto her exposed arm. She felt his colors on her skin, but she tried not to focus on it. Maybe if she ignored it, she'll be fine.
"So what do you kids wanna do?" Johnny asked.
She couldn't keep her mind off of how he felt. Everyone else answered, but it was like she couldn't hear a word. Her breath became heavier with every second that passed. Sasha tried to push his fingers off, but they wouldn't budge and everything she did didn't work. Her heart pounded. She swore she was sweating, she couldn't tell. Everything felt like coming up. Sasha tried to keep everything down. She didn't know how much longer she could hold it. Everyone was staring at her with a concerned look. She just realized that.
"Sasha?" Anne started.
"Are you okay, kiddo?" Johnny asked.
"What's wrong?" Anne's dad added in.
She almost couldn't open her mouth. "Where's the bathroom again?"
Anne's dad pointed in the bathroom's direction with the concerned look still on his face. She immediately got up and ran to the bathroom. Sasha closed the door behind her when she went inside. She locked it. She turned the sink on. The girl opened the toilet seat. She held her nose and puked. Thank fucking God she got there in time. A minute more and she would've done that in front of everybody. Tears went down her face. They dripped off her nose. Sasha stopped. She breathed through her mouth. It didn't last long as she coughed then vomited again.
It took her a moment to stop entirely. She stood up and opened her eyes. They were watery, but she was able to see fine enough. Sasha looked into the toilet; well, she supposed she lost her breakfast for the day, and it had to be because of a stranger touching her. Fuck, if it had to happen she was hoping it'd be because of comforting Marcy at the very least. Despite vomiting, she didn't feel nauseous anymore, nor did she feel dizzy. She closed the toilet lid and flushed it before washing her hands.
Sasha splashed water onto her face before turning it off. She stared in the mirror in front of her and she sighed. Being able to feel colors was great, but at the same time if something like this happened, it sucked like hell. She wished she could flip it on and off like a switch, but there was no way she could do that, she was just born with being able to feel the colors like she did. After she moved away from the mirror, she grabbed one of the towels and dried her hands and face off.
Sasha just hoped that she didn't have to deal with that the whole day she was there.
She landed on both of her feet perfectly.
Sasha looked at her best friends to see if they made it across the fence like she did. Anne was struggling as she tried to get over while Marcy stood there as she had her face in her handheld system. Typical, of course they needed her help to get across. She climbed back up to the top and held her hand out for Anne to grab. Anne held onto her as she tried to get her leg over.
"Lift it up as much as you can," Sasha instructed. "Keep it straight."
She did exactly as Sasha told her to do. Sasha tried to help as much as she could with her free hand. Once her whole body was on Sasha's side, she hopped off the fence as Anne held onto her tightly. When they got on the ground, Anne let go of Sasha. The blonde walked back to the fence and looked at Marcy on the other side.
"Hey, Mar, it's your turn." Sasha informed.
Marcy looked up for a split second. "After I get through this dungeon. I'm almost done!"
Sasha groaned. "You said that two dungeons ago! Pause it or whatever and put it down for a moment."
"Hold on!"
"Sash, maybe let-"
"Marcy, I said now. End of discussion."
The last three words made her flinch, causing her to instantly pause. Marcy put it into her hoodie pocket. The girl was so glad games nowadays were pausable unlike the older games and that she had a charger with her. She finally looked Sasha in the eyes.
"Alright, alright," Marcy got her hands onto the fence, "don't gotta be bossy about it."
Sasha smiled, that got her to move. Marcy climbed up to the top of the fence and as she was about to climb down, she slipped and her foot got caught in the fence. As the upper parts of her body fell, her arm immediately went to the bottom of her hoodie. Her other arm went to go behind her head, but she was inches short of that happening as her head hit the fence. She at least saved one thing. Marcy gave a thumbs up with her free hand.
"I'm okay!" Marcy reassured.
Sasha sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She then looked at Anne.
"Anne, get her foot. I'll make sure she doesn't fall to the ground."
Anne nodded and went to Marcy, ready to get her foot out. Sasha threw his arms around Marcy's armpits and she gave Anne the okay to get her foot unstuck now. Anne carefully moved her foot and got it out of the fence. The lower half of Marcy's body fell to the ground. Sasha helped Marcy back on her feet before she let go of her. Marcy removed her arm from on top of her hoodie pocket and reached into it, taking her 3DS out yet again and resumed playing like nothing happened.
Sasha walked ahead with her hands behind her head while Anne stayed by Marcy's side so she didn't walk into things like she usually would. She looked at Sasha.
"Where are we going again, Sash?" Anne asked. "I know you said we'd be at Amara's place, but…"
Sasha snickered. "Her family has this cool place that they use twice a year for vacations, so since they're not using it right now, she's hosting a party there." She explained.
"So basically we're going to your girlfriend's party because she's your girlfriend." Marcy clarified.
"That and she throws the best parties."
There was no way anybody could argue with that. Besides, it was one of the best excuses to get out of the mansion during night time. She could see the lights from where she was and picked up her pace. Anne and Marcy went through the slightly slanted pathway while Sasha hopped off the little hills along the way. She started running over to the building, not even waiting for Anne and Marcy to catch up with her. When she got there, she opened the door real wide, revealing the colored lights, blaring music, and a place full of kids their age.
Her eyes danced around the room to see where Amara was within the crowd. Out of everybody her eyes laid upon, none of them stayed on them. Sasha kept going through the crowd of people until she could spot Amara. In the middle of her search, she saw Anne and Marcy already entered the building with Marcy sitting down as she played her games while Anne stayed close to her with her hands on her arms. She didn't seem like she wanted to be here, like she wanted to be home with her family. Sasha rolled her eyes, she was just trying to help her get out more and meet more people, along with being somewhere fun.
She went up to Anne and before her best friend could say anything, Sasha grabbed her hands and dragged her to the dance floor. Anne went bug eyed and her breath got heavier. Sasha could notice she was about to sweat. Her colors changed from how it usually was to the colors that she had whenever she was nervous, scared, or anything similar to those emotions. She let go of Anne's hands and started dancing. It was a little goofier than how she usually danced, but she did so in hope of getting a smile out of her.
"Come on, Anne! Let loose, have some fun!"
Sasha did a couple of twirls as she kept her eyes on Anne, watching for a change of facial expression. She still seemed unsure.
"How long is this party gonna last?"
"I'd say about," she thought about it, "maybe eleven. But there's plenty of time to have fun, so don't worry about it."
"I… guess we could be here for a while, just as long as I'm back by nine." Anne figured.
Sasha smiled hearing that. Anne began swaying her body back and forth. It wasn't dancing, but it was definitely better than before. Now that she helped Anne get more into the party, it was about time she got back to looking for Amara. Just as she was thinking about finding her again, she turned around and nearly bumped into her. She had a smile on her face that was so big that Sasha couldn't control it.
"Hey, Sasha," Amara greeted, "didn't know if you were coming tonight."
"Of course I'd be here, Ama! What kinda dyke would I be if I didn't come to my own girlfriend's party?" Sasha playfully told her.
"A bad one, that's for sure." Amara teased back.
The two laughed at each other. Amara grabbed Sasha's hand and she dragged her along to other parts of the room. Everything around them became silent besides the music, which became quiet like if one was hearing it from a distance. All Sasha could focus on was Amara with her smile, her medium length brown hair, and her sky blue eyes. Her heart fluttered as she looked at her; her face was gonna hurt at the end of the night, but she didn't care.
Even if they were surrounded by people, it would be just them that night.
Sasha roamed around the house.
She was bored, there was nothing fun and exciting to do, nothing new to do at that, and she had to be stuck here. Anne and Marcy weren't available for a sleepover so she couldn't go to either of their places, Amara was sick so they couldn't hang out unless she wanted to get sick and that wouldn't go well with Paul, nobody that she knew was sound and free enough to hang out. This was just a situation she had to make the best of, she supposed.
At the corner of her eye, she saw a box of some kind and she turned her head. It was on one of the end tables alongside a lighter. She walked closer to get a better look. The box was a light brown, leather casing and it had gold around it, separating where it could be opened. There was a lock that one would flip down and it was openable. Sasha opened it up, revealing the cigarettes inside. At the bottom of the cigarettes, there was a piece of metal that held them there. The lighter, on the other hand, looked like a golden horse with a seam at the neck where it would open and be used. The cigarette case definitely seemed like it belonged to Paul, though she never saw him taking it out or using it. She only remembered him using the lighter at least once alongside his many others.
Sasha went to pull the metal part up, but before she could, her hand was smacked. She dropped the case and the sound of it hitting the surface echoed throughout the rooms. Ripples of gold went through the surface of her hand before they disappeared. She immediately looked to her left and saw Paul standing there.
"Young lady, what the hell were you thinking?!" He snapped. "You don't touch cigarettes, especially my cigarettes. If I ever catch you doing that again, I'll make sure I do more than just smacking your hand."
He snatched the case, shutting it closed in the process, and he walked away. What he didn't realize, however, was that one of the cigarettes fell out when he grabbed the casing. Sasha picked it up and turned it where the orange end was pointing at her. She looked at the horse lighter that the case laid next to before. If he was adamant on her not touching his cigarettes, she might as well see what the fuck was up with smoking. Whatever she could do to piss him off, she was gonna do it.
She went to the backyard and sat down at the pool. She put the cigarette in her mouth. Opening the lighter, she lit the opposite end. It took her a moment, but it went aflame. She dragged it into her mouth, little by little, but when she did that she coughed. Smoke came out of her mouth as she coughed. Holy fuck she didn't get how anybody could smoke, it tasted horrible like if someone rubbed shit into the grass and she ate it like a cow. Sasha raised her arms up in hopes of calming the coughing down enough.
She heard the doors opening and whoever was there walked to her side. Sasha looked to her side to see Florentine right there. The nanny patted her back to help her out before she sat down next to her. Her arms were crossed despite having a water bottle in one of her hands. She looked at Sasha with a stern look on her face.
"Sasha, you're not supposed to be smoking." She lectured.
"I know, I know," she coughed again, "definitely not doing this again. Don't know how anyone's supposed to like this."
Florentine sighed and gave her the water bottle. Sasha drank some of it while having the cigarette between her index and middle fingers. She took it out of her mouth, gasping for air in relief. She gave her the water bottle back and held the cigarette out.
"Do you want it?" Sasha offered. "I certainly ain't finishing it."
Florentine took it from her fingers. "Might as well. If your father says anything, I'll take the blame. If he knew you smoked one of his cigarettes, he would-"
"Do more than smack my hand, I know." Sasha interrupted, albeit not on purpose.
"I would punish you for smoking while you're nine, but it seems like you already suffered enough." Florentine added. "Just don't take anyone's cigarettes again, alright?"
Sasha nodded, she certainly wasn't planning on it anytime soon, that was for sure. She leaned onto Florentine. As the burned end of the cigarette got longer, Florentine took it out of her mouth and flicked it before putting it back. She looked at the young child and had an idea.
"Hey, you wanna see a trick?" Florentine asked. Sasha nodded. "Alright, watch carefully."
She dragged for a few seconds. Getting as much smoke into her mouth as possible, she slightly puffed her cheeks up. Florentine pushed the bottom part of her lips out, with the smoke going out and up towards her nose. She slowly inhaled all of the smoke into her nostrils. She then huffed the smoke out and it fell down her upper lip. They turned into smoke rings once they hit the midway point between her lips and nostrils. After the smoke rings became huge, the shapes disappeared and were back to being regular smoke. Sasha stared in amazement; she did have to admit that was a cool trick.
Florentine then suddenly coughed a few times before she cleared her throat. Sasha looked at her in concern and immediately placed her hand onto her arm.
"Are you okay, Mère?" She blurted out in concern.
Florentine's eyes went wide. She looked at Sasha, who only realized what she said seconds later and she placed her hand over her mouth as she faked a cough.
"Uh, for- Forget I ever said-"
Florentine firmly hugged Sasha. She had already put the cigarette down when she hugged the little girl. She was ready to cry when she heard that.
"Sasha, you can call me Mère all you want. I don't mind it at all." Florentine told her.
Sasha smiled before she hugged back.
Sasha rode her bike down the street.
There wasn't much traffic that day, so she was able to get to Anne's house quicker than she usually could. It just added to the good day she was having; she was able to be out of the house for most of the day, she had fun with Mère, and now she'd be able to spend the rest of it with Anne when she got there. Her train of thought got interrupted when she heard a faint sound of police sirens in the distance. It sounded like it was in the direction of Anne's house and that made Sasha's heart sink to the bottom of her stomach.
She pedaled as fast as humanly possible. When she got there, she stopped and stared at the aftermath of a scene she didn't know anything about. There were a few police cars that surrounded the front of Anne's house. A couple of policemen had Johnathon cuffed and were getting him into one of the cars. He only noticed her a moment before he went in there. His mouth opened but nothing could come out as he was forced in. She remembered how his colors felt like a bloody sunflower and wondered if that was an insight of his true nature and she didn't realize it at the time.
While that was happening, she looked over to where Anne and her parents resided. Her mom yelled at the arrested man, though she was speaking in Thai, so Sasha couldn't understand anything that she said. All that Sasha knew was that she was pissed off and her voice cracked here and there. Aside from that, she noticed Anne was crying into her dad's chest as he comforted her. She just also noticed the bruises on her legs. The grip from her hands became tighter. Whatever happened to her, he must've been the cause of it. Not that she could do much now due to his arrest, but she could be there for Anne when she might need her.
Sasha got off her bike and ran over to the family. Anne's mom only stopped yelling once she noticed Sasha running towards them.
"What happened? Is Anne okay? What is he getting arrested for?" Sasha asked.
"Whoa, whoa, slow down, Sasha." Anne's mom told her. She looked over to her husband. "Take her inside, I'll be in a minute."
He nodded. He had his arm around Anne as he got up and went inside. She looked back at Sasha, who sat down nearby.
"Johnathon did something very… Awful, to Anne." She explained as she averted her gaze. "I don't know how to explain this to you, Sasha. Your nanny might have to do it for me after I explain it to her. All that I know I can properly say is that Anne is hurt physically and emotionally."
"...Is that why he was arrested?"
She slowly nodded. "I take it you know nothing about what happened."
Sasha shook her head. "No, not at all."
She had a sorrowful sigh of relief. "Thank goodness, that means he didn't do it to you as well."
Sasha was getting up, but she was stopped by Anne's mom.
"If you're going to Anne, then don't for now." She told her. "She… Need time. I'll let you know when you can go to her."
The young girl opened her mouth, but no matter how well she can smooth her way into things, there was no way she could get her to let her through. There was nothing she could do now but go home and ask Mère about it. She sighed and nodded before she got up on her feet. Sasha went back to her bike, picked it up, and got onto it. She looked back to see Anne's mom took out her phone to call Mère as she went inside the house. Looking forward, she started riding back.
She could only hope Anne was gonna be okay, whatever happened to her.
Sasha opened the door to see Amara on the other side.
She took a deep breath before walking in. Amara wanted to talk to her about something and she sounded uncertain, which made Sasha worry. The other girl saw her and smiled sadly. Sasha sat down close to her, though neither of them said anything. Amara's leg shook heavily and her head hung as her eyes looked away from Sasha. She had her hands on her arms. Sasha laid her hand onto hers, revealing the colors she was all too familiar with. Her heart pounded, but she felt the need to ask the question anyways.
"...So what did you wanna talk about, Ama?" Sasha asked.
"Well, uh…" Amara scratched the back of her neck. She looked Sasha in the eyes. "My parents are wanting to move to another state to be with the rest of my family, since one of my aunts died and that side of the family really needs us. I don't have a choice really, but I didn't want to leave you in the dark."
Sasha grabbed her hand. "Hey, it's fine! We can always video chat, right?"
Amara looked away again. "...About that, we might not be able to do that most of the time. I don't know all of the details yet, so I might be able to, I might not, I don't know." She held Sasha's hand firmer. "I can text you a lot though, so we can do that… I just don't know how our relationship is gonna be in the meantime. Would you even be able to handle long distance?"
"I'm willing to try if you are." Sasha reassured her. "If we can't, then I'll still be here whenever you're able to come back for me."
"Yeah, unless we end up with different people." Amara laughed, causing Sasha to laugh as well. "If you do, I wouldn't mind it. If you're happy, then I'll be fine."
Sasha scoffed. "Who would be able to take this gal for long? Nobody could even handle me but you!"
She acted all dramatic, even sounding like a drama queen. Amara couldn't hold her laughter on that one.
"Oh my dear dyke, who will take care of you while I'm gone?" Amara acted, causing Sasha to laugh even more.
"I can take care of myself!" She responded dramatically.
They kept laughing for a minute, causing their faces and sides to start hurting. The two were close to crying from laughter with tears in their eyes, but the tears never left their eyes. Amara cleared her throat.
"Try not to call yourself that when I'm not around, okay?" She requested. "You know how most people are with calling lesbians that."
"Pff, you know I call myself that to spite Père." Sasha said. "Other than that, I don't use labels."
"I know, I know, but you know what I mean."
Sasha hugged her. She gulped, holding every emotion she had back in her.
"I guess this is… Off for now." Amara said. Sasha looked away and Amara noticed. "I'll text you later, Sash."
Amara gave her one final kiss on the lips. Amara's phone started ringing and she got up from where she sat. She took her phone out of her pocket and saw it was her parents calling her. She looked back at Sasha.
"Sorry, wish I could be here a little longer, but I gotta go."
"It's fine, go ahead." Sasha started. "Go… Do what you need to do."
Amara nodded and she left the room as she answered the call. Once she got far enough that Sasha couldn't hear her anymore, tears fell down her face. She pounded the side of her fist onto the wall behind her. She kept going with both of her fists as tears stained her face. Sasha was so close to yelling at the top of her lungs that she had to bite her tongue so she didn't do that. It fucking sucked she had to go, it fucking sucked she couldn't do anything about it, and it fucking sucked that it was another thing that she couldn't control no matter what she did.
After a while she dropped to her knees. Her face became red and her lips quivered. She loosened her hands, no longer were they balls of fists and instead opened hands lying on the ground. She harshly sniffed; she breathed through her mouth. It wasn't like Amara's gone forever, but she wouldn't see her that much for a while and it stabbed her in the heart. Sasha felt like lying in bed for a few days and doing absolutely nothing. Sasha took her phone out and typed a message out to Florentine.
"Can you come pick me up, Mère?"
From then on, she would make sure everyone she loved stayed in her life with whatever power and control she did have.
She would do so no matter what.
Sasha didn't want to be there, sitting as she listened to Paul talk.
"...So you must choose between piano, baking, and sewing." He finally finished speaking.
She made sounds to make it seem like she was thinking. "How about none of them? Those don't really capture my interest."
He groaned. "Sasha, you cannot choose anything else in this family. As a Waybright, you must choose something that would help you significantly in the future, especially in the world of business. Not only that, but you must be a perfect housewife for your future husband."
"As if I really care about playing the piano, making sweets and desserts, or even making clothes." Sasha replied. "I wanna play the guitar, do sports, and I definitely don't wanna marry some guy I have no interest in."
His mouth curled downwards. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in frustration. She had a small smirk crawl on her face. It was always pleasant to see him be frustrated when she went against what he wanted with stuff like that.
"You're still in that dyke phase, aren't you?"
"Not a phase, Père." She grabbed a bag of chips and started eating some. "Can't help how my attraction to others works."
Paul rolled his eyes. Clearly, he was still unconvinced and he was gonna believe otherwise. He knew if he kept going, she'd bounce it back at him and it would go on for hours and he didn't have any time for that.
"Aside from that, women don't play guitars nor do they play sports. Sports are for men to do, if you like sports then watch la télévision. Guitars are used by men to serenade women, and the last I checked you're not a boy."
"People can do either of them, regardless if they're a guy or a girl. It doesn't need to be pointlessly gendered."
"And whoever does that strays further away from God. There is a reason we have these traditions."
She shrugged nonchalantly. "Whatever."
He sighed. "Florentine!" He yelled out.
"What?"
"Get Sasha to school and get her to choose something that isn't sports or guitars!" Paul demanded.
She sighed before she went inside the room. Florentine seemed tired of his bullshit, but she came anyway. She had her arms crossed.
"Alright. Let me talk to her." Florentine said.
Paul smiled and he walked away from the two. Florentine waited a few minutes after he left the room just to be safe than sorry. She looked at Sasha.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." Florentine said. "We can look at what the school has available for you, okay?"
Sasha nodded. Florentine drove them to school and they looked around. They looked at everything and the only things that interested her were some of the sports, music related things, and a drama club but she wasn't too sure on what she wanted to go with. Sasha and Florentine sat in the gym as they figured out what to do next and the two ate snacks. Out of boredom and nothing else to direct her attention on, Sasha watched what the other kids were doing in the middle of the room.
The older kids were doing cheerleading routines that were synced with the music that was playing. Each girl had jumped onto the line that was below them when they landed, with three on the bottom and two landing on top of them. Another one did front flips and jumped onto the top with grace and skill. The girl breathed heavily, but she didn't seem exhausted, rather she seemed exhilarated from what she just did. Sasha stared at them in awe and her heart skipped a beat. She finally knew what she wanted to do and she had to let Florentine know right away. She tugged Flore's sleeve.
"Mère, I wanna do that." She quietly said.
Flore looked at her then at them before looking back at her. She snorted and chuckled.
"Is it because you'd be surrounded by pretty girls?" Flore teased.
Sasha blushed. "What? No, I mean, that would be a bonus, but did you see what they did? I wanna be able to do all of that too!"
"Of course." Flore replied. "Besides, you'll become quite athletic after cheerleading for a while, so it would do you some good as well. And, if you do really well in school for a couple weeks, I'll get you a guitar."
Sasha hugged Florentine. "Thank you."
She'd have something that she'll love doing and Florentine had her back.
Sasha stretched as she walked down the stairs.
When she got to the bottom of the stairs, she heard Florentine and Paul arguing. She got closer to listen to what they were saying and understand what was going on.
"You dare let her do cheerleading?! Florentine, I am very disappointed in you!" Paul scolded. "What in God's name were you thinking? How is this going to benefit her future?"
"Sasha's just a kid, a very bright and wonderful kid may I add! She's allowed to do something that allows her to have fun. She shouldn't have to worry about her future at this very moment. If cheerleading is what she wants to do, then she can do it! You have to consider her wants as well, Sir!"
Oh fucking God, they were arguing about this. Sasha rolled her eyes, of course he didn't want to consider what she wanted. Only his wants and needs for her and those two alone.
"Everything that I do is for her future!"
"No, what you're doing is for your company's future!" Florentine retorted. "You only care about having a successful heir! If you want that, go to your fucking nephew!"
"You don't get to tell me what to do, you're just a nanny! You don't know what it's like to have a child!" He yelled.
"You're wrong, Paul."
Florentine and Paul looked at Sasha, both having looks of shock on their faces. Florentine was more or less shocked because that was the first time she heard Sasha refer to her father by his first name rather than calling him père like she always did. She was worried about what came next as her eyes switched between Sasha and Flore's boss. Paul, on the other hand, was shocked because he didn't expect his daughter, of all people, to disrespect him like that. He thought he taught her much better than that, but this proved otherwise. His eyebrows furrowed and his hands became balls of fists.
"She's a much better parent than you'll ever be." Sasha admitted. "She actually cares about me, she's supportive of who I am, and she doesn't care what I do unless it's dangerous, if I'm not having fun, and if I'm not doing something against my will. Mère will always be the mother that I never had since I was born."
Paul let loose a low growl. "She's a much better parent than me?! Do you know what you're speaking about, young lady?"
"Yeah, I fucking do." She responded.
He gasped. "You're not allowed to curse at me, Sasha! Forget school, I'm sending you back to your room until you learn to respect me!"
"Do you see what I'm saying, Mister Waybright? You're treating her like she has to be your perfect female clone!" Florentine said.
"Well, I will not be having a disrespectful, rebellious dyke in my house!"
"She's a kid! And don't call her that, she's a lesbian and she sure as fuck can't help her orientation! She's born that way, there's nothing in the world that can change that very fact, whether you like it or not!"
"You should get out of my fucking house with that attitude!"
"You know what? If I have to take a pink slip, I'll take Sasha with me because I'm not letting her stay with an awful, unsupportive man like you!"
"Florentine, you have no right to do that!"
"Enough!"
Sasha's voice echoed throughout the mansion which caught both of their attention. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at Paul.
"I only have one thing to say to you, Paul. Va te faire foutre, et je te déteste!"
He lightly gasped and his hand clenched the area where his heart would be at. Sasha didn't care that what she said was horrible and rude, all she cared about was him knowing what she was thinking. It felt like a huge lift off her shoulders, if she had to be honest. She looked at Florentine, who was surprised but didn't seem sure of what to say or do. In fact, Flore didn't know whether to be proud she did that, if she should lecture her, or both.
"I'll let you know when to pick me up. I'm going to school on my bike today."
She walked over to the entrance doors and she opened them, but not before looking back at the two. Flore went over to her; she wanted to put her hand onto her shoulder, but she wasn't too sure if she should or not. Sasha smiled at her.
"I love you, Mère. Au revoir."
She walked out the door, but not before hearing Flore respond with 'I love you too'.
Little did she know, she just said goodbye to them one last time.
A/N: This took forever, forgive me if it's not as great as it could've been lol. I had many more ideas of what I could've done with Sasha and her childhood, but if I did anymore this would be way longer than I plan for it to be and it would turn into a multi-chaptered fic instead of a one-shot like I planned for it to be. I might make more stuff on what else I had in mind, but I'm not too sure at the moment, plus I wanted to at least do what I could before October 2nd due to the third season coming out and I don't know how much will be revealed about Sasha's family or home life, so why not? If you're from the future and you're looking at this, whether you're rereading this or reading it for the first time, feel free to smack me for being way off about her life back home XD
I'm not fluent in French, but since I headcanon Sasha being half French half American, I thought I'd throw some in and if I end up getting shit incorrect then you can correct me as both a learner and someone writing it into stuff. If you know absolutely no French, or context clues aren't helping you and have no clue what's being said, I'll give all of the translations here.
"D'accord" means "okay", in a way of acknowledgement.
"Au revoir, Père" means "goodbye, Father". Actually anytime Père is used, she's saying father, while au revoir is goodbye.
"Je te verrai à ton retour" means "I'll see you when you return", at least roughly.
"Bonne nuit" means goodnight.
"Épouses" is one French word that means "wives," though femmes might be more common.
"Isoide" isn't French, but it's Japanese for "let's go," or "hurry up".
Any time "Mère" is used, it's French for mother/mom/mommy and any related words.
"Va te faire foutre, et je te déteste" is French for "Go fuck yourself, and I hate you!" which is the end of the French used thankfully because this would've been a long translation list lmao.
I might make a Swedish translation at some point, but if I do it'll be awhile because this is real long honestly. Hopefully y'all enjoyed this at the very least because I'm gonna have a break.