Agent White

Chapter 21

I know. I know. I have been gone for wayyyyyyyyyyyy too long. I'm really sorry guys. Life has really taken a toll as of lately, and while I did say updates were going to slow down, I didn't know they would slow down this much. But don't worry! I'm not quitting! Unfortunately, this chapter is pretty short but it has good reason to be. I have also been reading a lot lately, and may I say I absolutely adore reading about Contestshipping. It's probably my second favorite ship (after amour of course). Drew and May seem like perfect matches for each other in my eyes, and while they aren't important characters in this story, over the summer I may create and post some one shots for all my favorite ships if I have time. I also made a draft of a song which I may put in the book eventually. I am rambling though, so let's start the chapter. TW: Sensitive topics like death, self harm, divorce, and more. Very, very dark and mature chapter, but also very important for the plot.

The very next day, news of Hilbert's death spread like wildfire.

Hilda was in shambles. 

For weeks on end, she stayed put in her room, crying from dawn to dusk. 

She didn't know why she felt this way, but somehow, in Hilbert's death, she felt like she lost a part of herself.

Luckily, it was the off-season, so her parents wouldn't get mad at her. 

Or at least, that's what she thought. 

Eight weeks after the incident, Hilda was starting to get better. 

She could never truly recover, at least not fully, but she was starting to become a more active part of society.

And just in time too, the next Coordinating season would be starting shortly. 

That evening, as Hilda was about to enter the dining room for her first dinner with her family in months, she heard loud voices. 

"IT'S NOT ACCEPTABLE HOW SHE SITS AROUND MOPING ALL DAY LONG! WHY ARE WE LETTING TALENT GO TO WASTE?  EITHER YOU TALK TO HER, OR I WILL!"

"FRANCIS! She is a human being! What's not acceptable is how you don't allow her to have emotions and only care about her fame!"

"Listen lady! You and I both know why I put up with you all of these years! Either you do what I say, or — "

"Or what? You don't have control over me, and you don't have control over our daughter! Her boyfriend died, Francis, and you don't even care about that!  No, it's all how she better do even better next season because second is not acceptable enough! Do you have any idea how she must be feeling? She must be heartbroken!"

"I'm devastated that our little mistake has got her teensy weensy heartsy broken." Francis said sarcastically, to which White growled at him.  "We both know that this was a mistake, that she was a mistake. It's not my fault the condom broke, and yet I'm forced to live with you and our mistake for twenty and a half years! I never wanted to live with you, and I never wanted to live with her. So I'm doing what I should have done all those years ago!"

"You wouldn't dare! Not when our daughter needs our help the most!" White gasped, the glass in her hand forming a crack.