All Because of an Accident|

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Jane & Flinches
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"I THOUGHT HE was going to school." I say as I stand next to Juniors grandmother, whose name I discovered is Alice.

We both stood in the doorway of a large room, children's books lined the walls as well as little tools and colored posters and colorful drawings.

Alice said it was Juniors safe corner. He'd spend most of his day there during his homeschooling.

"He is. Jane is an excellent teacher." She responded with a smile as she looked over to the short brunette.

She wore her hair up in a braided bun, highlights twisted in. Her grayish eyes faded into a green and small wrinkles formed on her pale brown sweater as she leaned forward, showing Junior something.

"He does all his schooling home?" I ask as I uncross my arms.

"He does. We can't risk him getting hurt so we thought it best to keep him here." She said. I looked at her and furrowed my eyebrows.

"Shouldn't he get human contact other than his family? And the like, the thousands of bodyguards you guys keep around." I ask. "He needs friends his own age. Its healthy."

"Yes, when he's old enough to differentiate between true friends and those who are only using him for his money, status, or revenge." She exclaimed as she narrowed her eyes at me.

I huffed as she looked back at them silently. I did the same, not wanting to anger her any more than I seemed to already have.

Junior's teacher, Jane, stood up from her crouching position besides him. She said a few words to him before walking over to us. She stopped before us and ignored me, giving her attention to Alice.

"Mrs. Martinez, would you mind if I asked for some snacks made for us? Juniors been doing so well, I think he deserves a treat." She asked politely, side eyeing me.

"Of course." She replied. She turned to me expectantly. I sighed as I walked towards the kitchen. I could hear them making small talk between themselves but I paid no mind to it, seeing as it wasn't interesting enough to.

"Madam, what can I do for you?" A short woman asked as she walked up to me, her short legs traveling at a fast speed.

She was older, probably older than Alice. She had a matching worn out black and white outfit that resembled Maria's. Her olive skin marked with faint scars near her palms and arms.

"I'm okay. I'm just getting a snack." I quickly said, not wanting the hard working woman to have to do any more.

"I insist!" She hurled.

"Oh..okay. Would you like to help me make them?" I asked her, hoping she'd refuse the offer so she wouldn't have to work as hard as she does.

Instead, she nodded her head, running into the kitchen. I quickly followed after, my heels clicking along with my fast strides until I saw her with all sorts of pots and pans out.

"I'm only making a small snack, nothing too intricate." I smiled. Her cheeks blushed as she looked at the mess of cooking utensils she placed out.

"M-my apologies." She stuttered, going to clean it up. I went to place my hand on her shoulder, telling her it was okay and that I'd clean it up later. Before my hand could gently land on the elder woman's body, she flinched. Hard.

I froze as I saw the look of pure terror pass through her features. The features that resembled a wise woman with many tales to tell. A woman who had many experiences in her time.

Within a blink of an eye her normal hazel eyes returned, making me think I had imagined it.

But that's one thing about me. I can't imagine something as horrific as the look she gave me and forget.

I always remember.

"Are you okay?" I asked her in a soothing voice. Her eyes darted around the lit room to make sure no one was listening. Before she could say anything she could regret I shook my head.

"Tell me later." I mumbled as I remembered that Prince has cameras everywhere. If he were to catch whatever she was about to say on video, she could be in danger.

She hesitated with her nod, slowly bobbing her head and I gave her a warm smile.

"Now, let's get baking, yeah?"