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"She just left?" Ethan asked. He had come over for breakfast and apparently hadn't known a thing about Quinn's disappearing act. One of many.
"Yeah. She hasn't come back so I assume that she just left."
"Did she leave a note or anything? I mean if not we should go report this to the police." He says.
"She just left. I don't know why but I know that there's nothing really we can do about it right now. I mean, she's been gone for more than 48 hours. There's a rather slim chance she's still alive." I mumbled as Rosalinda put a plate of food in front of me.
"People don't just get up and leave. Not without saying something first. Are you sure she didn't leave a note or a letter anywhere?" He asks. I bit into my bacon and arched an eyebrow.
"Do you- do you think I'm lying?" I asked pretending to seem taken back.
"No, I just want to make sure you know."
"You think I don't want to find her? You think I don't want to make sure she's safe?"
"No but I know you wouldn't just dismiss her leaving if you didn't fully know she was safe."
"I don't. But I know she's safer out there than she was in here."
"You don't really believe that." He laughed harshly cutting his food.
"You don't have to believe facts. They don't change regardless that's why they're facts." I pointed out.
"What dad did to you two wasn't right but-"
"No, it wasn't right. There's no but about it. You can't justify cruelty. Though you try." I said biting into my toast. The stairs creaked and Cynthia sat beside my brother at the table pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"Good morning, lovelies." She smiles thanking Rosalinda as she grabs her plate.
"Good morning." Ethan and I mutter. Ethan sends me a look which translates that this isn't the last of this conversation.
"How's everything in hill billy nation?" Cynthia teases. Ethan snorts and takes another bite of his food.
"It's different from eating in a palace on porcelain dishes, I'll tell you that much." He said devouring the rest of his breakfast.
"I can only imagine. I just got used to eating breakfast and dinner every single day." Cynthia said shaking her head.
"Where were you last night?" Ethan asked.
"I went to dinner."
"Alone?"Cynthia questioned.
"Look you both can stop acting like we are a real family. Okay? You don't have to pretend to care about me. You didn't when you decided that raising your unborn brother and that you'd rather prostitute around." The table grew dreary and I sighed standing up and taking my plate up stairs with me. I sat on my bed and pulled out the baggy filled with antidepressants I'd taken from the dinner. I sighed and downed two and put the rest back. I looked into the mirror and touched the glass.
"Smile. You look prettier." I muttered the words my mom use to say when she was my mom.
"Peyton." I heard someone say knocking on the door.
"Come in." I muttered softly. I wasn't really interested in talking about anything with anyone in this damned house.
"Hey, I talked to the doctors this morning." Penelope said sitting on my bed.
"What'd they say?" I asked.
"They said this disease is going to kill me. Well these diseases." She said messing with her nails.
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Bad Intentions
Teen Fiction"Does it bug you?" "Does what bug me" "Does it bug you that I know you better than you know you?" ---- Peyton Andrews has parents that want her to be perfect. Has siblings that want her to be cool and friends that want her to be fun. But when she me...
