"𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍." - Reba McEntire. "Fancy". 1990.
🐻Fancy🐰Mike🐤Ness🦊Vanessa✨
In which, Francine Jenkins is a Yale pre law and criminal justice major completing her senior thesis...
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"FANCY STOP IT!"
She took in a deep breath. Panic took ahold of her and her small frame. Her body shook, shivered, like she was cold. "No." "FANCY-" "NO!" Fancy screamed as her mom came over to her and grabbed her by her arms. She looked up at her mom. Her momma. Always supposed to be there. Always supposed to be here for her, through anything.
"There's no chanin' it." "I don't care!" Fancy snapped. "I refuse to listen to you." "Fancy please don't be this way." "You couldn't pick a worse time to tell me all of this." "That is not my fault and you know that." her mother shivered too. Both of them, rocked to their cores.
"Your pa's run off-" "please stop." "i'm real sick-" "Stop it" "And the baby's gonna starve to death." "No!" "Fancy...."
It was her fault. All her fault. If she had never gotten taken, her parents wouldn't have hit a rut in their marriage and separated. Her momma wouldn't have gotten so full of despair that her immune system failed and lost her will to live. And if she hadn't been taken her mom would have picked up more shifts instead of looking for her, and her baby sister would be fed.
But no, it was her fault. She may have been found but she had lost everything else on the way. And it was her fault. The guilt was overwhelming. "It's my fault." Fancy muttered. "What?" "It's my fault!" Fancy shouted. "Fancy what the hell." "The marriage, the sick, the baby, all of it! IT'S MY FAULT!" "baby how-" "If I never got taken-" "Fancy don't you say that don't you dare."
Her mother took ahold of her again and shook her gently. She swiped a few loose strands of hair out of her daughter's face. "None of this is your fault. None of it. It's just the way the world works sometimes." "Well it's not fair." "Oh honey, none of it's fair. Life ain't fair, baby." "But this was supposed to be our happily ever after, I came home. I came home! And this is my reward?" "I know sweety... I know."
Fancy sniffled and her mom blotted at one of her tears with a tissue. "This is what we gonna do, though. You're going to live with your daddy in New York. He loves you, baby, you know he does. He'll take care of you just as good. The welfare people are gonna come take the baby. God bless her, I don't think we'll see her again." "And you?" "And me?" Her mom sighed. "You don't worry about me." Her mom said. "You just worry about one thing, honey, you make me proud." "Momma-" "None of that, now. This is your chance." Fancy shuddered.
