TEMPTRESS

XI.

ANGÈLE JOSÉPHINE MONET LAURENT CHASTIN - TOULOUSE, FRANCE 1968

Angele found her way to her bed and thankfully crashed on the bed and not the floor like the other times. There were times where she didn't make it to her bed and just slept on the floor for fourteen hours. She didn't dream about anything that night, she slept peacefully and quietly only rolling over from time to time.

"Angele."

"Oui." She replied half asleep.

"Réveille toi." Adrien stepped into her room and jumped on top of her bed, shaking the whole bed itself. He rested on top of her, spread out like a starship.

She groaned as she held her hair that was being pulled by his hands. "Aie, wait. My hair." She tried moving him hands away from her, irritated by his actions.

"Sorry." He said as he pushed her blonde hair away and relocated his hands. "You should cut your hair. It's getting really long." He pointed out, brushing her hair out of her face.

"Leave me alone." She ordered; her voice filled with tiredness.

"We're eating breakfast. Come." He rolled off of her and helped her sit up in her bed.

She tried pushing him off her, but he simply managed to wrap his arms around her chest and pulled her out of bed making her stand up. "What—" She protested.

"This is why you shouldn't take those sleeping pills." He scolded.

"How did you know?" She mumbled, searching for her slippers on the wooden floor which she couldn't find.

"Well, for one, your slippers are right in front of your face. And you always get like this when you've taken one. And Ethan told us." He said.

She looked below her feet where her slippers were and huffed as she put them on. She ambled towards her mirror, making sure she looked slightly presentable. They walked downstairs towards the dining table where the two other boys were chatting. "Good morning." Alexandre smiled.

"Morning." She replied, sitting down next to him.

"Are you okay?" Ethan asked, watching her burry her face in her hands as she tried to doze off once again.

She nodded and felt Alexandre tap her shoulder. "She always gets like this." He told the Brit.

"Sault La Famille Chastin!" They heard a knock on the door.

"Fucking great." Angele mumbled underneath her breath. She wasn't even ready.

Jeremy appeared from behind the wall with Pierre Boulanger and Roxane by his side, they were holding a plastic bag from the charcuterie and cheese store. "We brought breakfast." Jeremy spoke up. "Salut, Angele." He smiled at the sister who waved him off and continued playing with her food in front of her. She didn't have too big of an appetite and the thought of food made her want to vomit.