Flower Face

Prologue (Pt. 3)

TW//: If any of the following are triggering to you I recommend you reconsider this chapter. Medication, Abuse, Sexual acts, Drugs, ED's and Gore.

It's only right if you know who the rest of my family is. Not really family, close, but not family. 

Like I said, Dan and Cecilia left their little lives in North Dakota behind and decided to start fresh in LA. 

January 2nd 2015 

Today marks 6 years since my accident, and I'm leaving. 

"Mom why do we have to go to LA?" I ask, packing the last of my stuff. My toothbrush and my charger, blankets and clothes for the road. 

"Because it would be best for both my girls and Dan's to move to where, your future will count." She said. Taking my bag and walking down the hallway. I relive memory lane. 

Christmas mornings, and our secret door, our second attic pathway, where the Christmas tree is and thanksgiving dinners, camp fires and sleepovers and the living room where we used to play bored games. Its all... gone?

Not really because my dad will be here until he gets evicted, but everything that used to be is gone. 

It was the beginning of my nightmare and their fairytale. 

Dan used to be in a band and now does company managing for the most illuminati under cover media shit ever. Media. His style is like rock in the 70's, and he's this guru guy. He believes in holistic behaviors and does yoga. Super nice though but don't mess with his furniture, he almost killed me for slamming the door too hard once. 

Chloe Chapels is... a bitch. She's a self entitled fuck, who bullied my sisters. I know its jealousy, but it's also arrogant. She could never catch as many dicks as my hot sisters and I think that's why she's so pissed. But she models and she's in the industry. 

Jordyn Chapels is thing 2, a literal copy of her sister. Jordyn is a makeup artist and she's pretty good but she also bullied my sisters. Chloe still had a better chance at catching dicks than Jordyn, which says a lot. Apparently, some guy she hooked up with couldn't even stay hard enough to fuck her so he made some lame excuse that an avalanche was in his backyard, in the middle of sex. 

Eden, you've heard. Sweet home Alabama? I mean, people are fascinated by this love story square thing we have going on. When we're invited to these fancy plaza parties or country club events, Eden and I tend to walk together somehow on good terms. Cecilia is known around here, hot, older mom, skinny bod with a hot rocking boyfriend. Notice all of her friends are in their mid 60's and whatever girls she's hires for us. Eden and I tend to walk away while Cecilia and or Dan take over that conversation. I have no time for mindless chatter and flashes of my life before my eyes, with people who crave to be like rotten, no good Cecilia so bad. The urge is real. The jealousy is real.

Then, (my favorite) Sofia. She's a doll, lovely and so sweet. Charlotte and Sofia tend to get a long really well. Sofia balances Charlotte and her manic episodes. They tend to do makeup together, or just talk, about boys and sex and photoshoots or books and dreams and cars. Sofia's simple, she has a cardigan in every single hue of every single color. They are essential for her. Her hair is naturally red and curly and she loves books. I love books and so we kick it off sometimes. She'll come in my room and give me new books she's read. My favorite by far. Though she's only fifteen and by far the youngest, she's wiser than her other sisters and even some of mine. 

I'm not sure how any of them feel about me other than the crazy, attention whore, eating disordered fuck up who acts like a stick is always up her fucking ass. They hate that I'm reserved, they have nothing to pick and too prod at but my past, so it eats them up. I love that, I love playing the villain and holding the power in this family.