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Meanwhile at the Hellings manor, the wife and husband were in desperate sorrow. They couldn't sleep. They wouldn't eat. They even refused to work at all. Jackson, once again, came in the office his Master was in to serve him food since Shane was dead and Rosalie was taking Raine's mother out for therapy. The chef sat down his plate on his desk at the man stared at his food. ''Master, '' he sighed, '' I know it's still hard after 2 years . .but it shouldn't stop you from eating.''

''Shut up you worthless piece of shit, '' he spat, '' you've never had a daughter so how would you kno-?!'' Jackson then cut him off, '' Correction, my lord; I had a wife and a son, therefore I know what you're going through.'' Mr. Hellings had then tamed his anger by expression with shock.The man, who had managed to calm down, held his hands with his elbows propped up before sighing, ''Is that so? I want proof.'' He said a bit firm. Jackson then reached into his pocket and pulled out a locket in the shape of a flower. The chef opened it up and there lied a image of Jackson, seeming more youthful, a woman, and a small infant. ''I lost my child after their birth. The woman in the middle, Mallory, had been kidnapped and I never saw her again . . .''

''Mallory, she is your wife. .?''

''Yes, correct my Lord. I gained a drinking habit from all the depression until I got my head out of my ass to get a job to support myself.''

Jackson then ran a hand through his dark, red hair and looked downwards a bit with his grey eyes, ''I saw an opening to the Hellings company and I used what I had to at least to get a roof over my head. It worked; and soon Raine was brought into this world. She loved all of us; I felt like she was my own. I believed I had that brightening spirit of my son again, but that changed unfortunately too early. .''

The man furrowed his brow and softly sighed, ''I see. . .that explains why your drinking habit stopped,'' he said calmly. The chef nodded, '' But now having Raine taken away, it's like I have lost another, my Lord. Though I am fairly shocked I have not got addicted yet.'' The master looked the family portrait of them all and gazed at his daughter. He couldn't stand this stage of sorrow any more, ''Dammit I miss her so much. . .'' he rolled his pen in between his fingers. 'He's trying to release his pain onto the pen to prevent himself from crying,' Jackson thought sub-consciously.

Tears rose up from his eyes as his cheeks burned, ''Raine. . .'' he sniffled, '' You may take your leave, Jackson. .'' As told, the man put his locket into his pocket and left the room silently. He closed the door softly and turned to the hallway. His feet proceeded to walk infront of the other. Step after step, his past kept kicking inside his thoughts. 'My daughter. . .My wife .' before he knew it, Mallory's and the child's smiling faces entered his mind; next he heard laughter. The man's head popped up, surprised no one was there.

'' I love you Jackson. . . my one and only. . ''

Jackson then rubbed his head to get this horrid thing out of his mind; he had work to do, not emotions to cry over. ''Stop. . this, '' he growled to himself and gritted his teeth in frustration. The chef's mind kept releasing into memories the further he walked down the never-ending hallway of despair. He fell to knees, feeling himself getting beat up with sadness as he mind wandered off into a flashback.

''I CAN'T STAND THIS ANYMORE!!''

''DAMMIT, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?!''

Silence fill the room quickly within a second. The man had looked up to see Mallory holding the baby.

'' We both love you. . don't forget us. .''

Mallory's hair flew in front of her as she held the baby close. Jackson then ran, ''What-. .no, STOP!!'' He screamed and reached out to her, yet he knew his solid hand could never catch her transparent, fading body. The baby cried loudly as it grew more and more until she started screaming into, what it seemed like, her matured, full voice, ''NO!!!!!!!''

The man brought his arms around the baby but the child seemed to go way too fast to actually catch her. Darkness synced into the room before he even had a chance to breathe. Where was he? Wasn't he in the manor? None of this made sense to him; the only time he'd think of his past was when his Master would wail over his daughter. To be honest, Jackson miss his family much more than Raine's father did.

Finally, the room turned into what seemed a tall, wooden building with a sign he couldn't read since he was dyslexic. He then saw a woman walk by with an object in her hand. The chef couldn't really figure out what it was. The female sat it down, after that, she knocked on the door. He then, first-handed, see her leave the object and within a flash, the lady was gone.

The man looked around the area, seeing if he could find where she had went; unfortunately, he didn't seek her. Instead, he watched a elder pick the unknown object and close the door. ''What was that all about?'' he asked.

Right on the dot, the sound of two doors opening snapped Jackson back into the true reality. He rushed to the room only to see Mrs. Hellings and Rosalie walking in. The woman was miserable; she looked so depressed and anorexic. The maid took off her coat and hung it up neatly on the rims. ''Where's Ryan. . .?'' The lady nobleman asked. ''He's upstairs in his office m'lady.'' The two servants said and bowed in sync.

The woman softly nodded and went off to her husband, 'It's been two years. . .why. .why can't I just get this over with. .? I love you so much, but your sweet smile makes me throw up. . ' Lady Hellings then put her whole palm on her eyes preventing tears flowing out of her eyes the further she thought about her daughter. She cried and panted heavily, pulling out her stress ball and squeezed it harshly. It then broke and she hyperventilated. This pain to her was unbearable; she walked past a guest room to see a poker by the fire pit.

Ryan's wife terribly walked towards it and stumbled a little while doing so. She landed onto her stood arms and inspected the recently used poker. She laughed breathlessly, ''I can't- I ju-just. . CAN'T. .I just can't anymore. . '' Raine's imperceptible twittering resonated in her ears,

'' I can't wait till' Daddy comes home! I'm going to hug him so he'll know not to ever leave without giving me a kiss and hug!''

'' Mother, I'm so happy!'' ''I would make you laugh and smile, but it would make your stomach feel like a boo boo!''

''Where are you going. . I want you to stay . . .''

''No. .please. '' ''I SWEAR I'LL BEHAVE MOMMY, PLEASE-!! NO!''

''AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!''

Her voices surrounded her mind. She couldn't take it anymore; Mrs. Hellings rapidly picked up the poker and ended her life right then and there. She even moved it all around her neck as she died and fell on her back. She dully stared at the ceiling and then sluggishly closed her eyes.

The last thing she heard was that sweet voice.

'' I love you~!''