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XIII. Dangerous Plans

DAISY'S ROOM WENT FROM NOT A SINGLE THING ON THE GROUND TO IT BEING ABSOLUTELY DESTROYED.

Different objects were littered on the ground and even the closet looked like she had gotten robbed, but it was just Laura Hugo keeping to her promise of finding out what was going on with her youngest daughter. Her beloved sweet daughter that was more like a puppet to her, a puppet that was slipping away from her strings rather quickly.

And Laura disliked every single second of it.

She rummaged around the room some more and stopped when she came to the bed, the sheets ruined and pillows thrown in different directions but her eyes lingered down under Daisy's bed.

The bedroom door was closed and she didn't think twice before reaching down for anything she could find. Nothing came up beside the necklace that Jason had given Daisy for their first anniversary. When she reached in deeper there was a box that had a note written on the top.

Forgotten Trash was written on it in big large letters with a single period dot at the end of it. The edges of it were scrapped very noticeably and her hands gently took the top off, glancing at the neatly stacked papers on top.

The letters. Letters that Jason had mentioned during dinner once — the same ones he wrote to her and placed in her locker every day. They all started with the exact same three words — For My Daisy. In Laura's eyes, she saw this as a sign of his undying love for her, and his face full of sadness flashed in her eyes. Eyes skimming over every single letter and object that was placed inside this box.

"What are you doing?" Laura jumped at the voice, dropping the papers back into their box and facing the now-opened door. Frances stared at her mother in utter shock, her judging expression not faltering for a second.

"Francie," Laura whispered. She let her mouth fall open and it soon began closing and opening, not being able to form any sort of excuse for what she was caught doing.

Frances didn't like getting into arguments and surely this one was brewing. The girl glared at the picture that Daisy once had propped up on her nightstand — it was of both of them. Both of the Hugo sisters for a Christmas photo shoot when Daisy was three years old and Frances was five turning six in four and a half months. Even then Daisy always had a charming smile, showing off her full set of baby teeth while Frances gave a big wide smile.

She vaguely remembered her front tooth being loose and Laura lecturing her on not messing around with it while Daisy was in Christopher's arms.

"You really are nuts," Frances muttered and scoffed when her mother gave her a frown in return. She would most certainly tell her sister about this.. if only she knew where the girl was.

They always knew their mother to be overprotective but this was too far even for her. Frances began wondering if this was the start of her mother losing her shit and going through their rooms when they least expected it.

Her mother's steps sounded behind her, the heels sounding clearly in Frances's ears.

"It's not what you think." Laura began.

"Then what is it?" Frances interrupted, turning to face her with fury in her eyes.

"You're sister's hanging out with delinquents — what else am I supposed to do?" She rose her voice. Frances narrowed her eyes, biting the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from speaking. "This is what a mother is supposed to do!"

"No, it's not!" Frances yelled back. "Daisy even predicted this moment. One wrong move and you're right on her ass!"

Laura's nose flared and to anyone within a mile radius, it would be noticeable that she was losing her patience. "Do not speak to me like that!"