Half Of 100 Million: Women, Parallels, and Harsh Realities (girlxgirl)

Synthetic Love and Sanity

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In the center of a spacious room sat a lengthy table, crafted from pure purple heart wood. On that table sat baccarat glasses and pink ivory plates, along with vucana cloths. But at what expense? Some say that money can't buy happiness. So, what exactly was being bought by the rosewood residence?

"You're quite late. Didn't I remind you that tonight we were having dinner together again, as a family." tensely spoke a woman with ginger curls and a face that chillingly mocked her daughters.

Juniper finished stepping in the door as she noticed a peculiar face. A subtly alarming face. It was her father, Jasper Rosewood!

Juniper Rosewood POV

As I ignored my mother, my feet stiffly carried me to the dinner table that contained my already fixed plate. They obviously forgot to tell me some really important information. Was his business deal over? Was he just home on break? Either way I felt screwed. I sat on the far end of the table with no one to the right of me and no one to the left of me. Eyes. Blue eyes preyed me down until finally they could talk. "So, you're not decent enough to say a word to your father" Spat my mother with the stupidest facade. My head shot up as anger pulsed through my veins. Malicious words punched at my lips from the inside of my mouth, but Jasper trapped them inside. "She just knows she's still a disappointment Juliette, coming home late from dance. Heaven knows what her gay ass is doing with those girls". "Dance is just a hobby." I proclaimed, earning a look from Junius that advised me to stop talking.

"And so was kissing other women" frightfully shouted my father.

Diming seemed to take over the room as my heart began to beat out of my chest. Fear. Anger. Annoyance. Mother's blue pearls gawked at me, as if they were shocked that I responded to that beast.

"Juliette you obviously haven't been doing your damn job"

Terror filled my mother's eyes, her whole expression changed. "How?"

"She's acting disobedient. What even is this I'm a dancer shit? Her priorities are to do well in school so that she can make a comfortable living for her and Junius' future child. Junius focuses on sports and Juniper on the other hand, her grades will get her where she needs to be."

All three of us glanced at each other, lost for words.

"Well since no one remembers, may I remind you how shit was before I left."

A chair screeched as my father, got up from the table. Roughly he grabbed Junius by his arm before walking over to me and tightly grabbing mine as well. He escorted us to the closest guest room.

"Strip, both of you" he commanded. I eyed my mother who was now behind my father, with a pointless pout on my face. She agreed with my father on everything, even if she knew he was hell forsakenly wrong. From our first hug to our first kiss, she permitted it all. What the hell is he up to? I watched as my father whispered something to my mother and she immediately walked away, never looking at either of us. I looked behind me and caught a glimpse of my brother, entirely undressed as our father ordered. In front of me was a man with the nastiest look on his face. "What did I fucking say?" he hollered. Never looking up I began taking off my clothes, piece by piece, shaking as if the temperature was below 0 degrees.

"You are going to make love to your sister, since she ceases to remember what her role in life is. You are almost 17 and if you don't start having sex now, I cannot trust that you will do it in the future. My grandson will be pure Rosewood blood, not some mutt of a child you make with some hood rat. And if I depend on Juniper, I may not get one at all. I will not let you mess up the Rosewood name." Father Rosewood explained as I took off my final article of clothing. This is not how I imagined my first time. My first anything has never gone the way I wanted it to. I get my ass beat for kissing a damn girl however making out with my brother is tolerated. I feel like a piece in my parents' game of chess. It is as if I have no control over what happens in my life. So, what is the point of even living it? And how can Junius remain so calm? "Juniper lay on the bed" Jasper commanded. I did as told while he handed Junius a condom. Shit. "Have fun man," he told my brother before watching Junius climb on top of me as he cracked the door and walked off.

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The sulky Rosewood twins rested in bed, Juniper now lying on top as she admired her brother who was now fast asleep. Rather than taking the only thing that solely belonged to her, Junius decided to put up an illusion of fake moans and Juniper's resistance. Saving his sister for someone of her choice. Green nails ran through soft gold curls before kissing plump pink lips. "Thank you for always being there for me, you give me purpose" whispered Juniper before gently lying her head on his bare chest and closing her eyes.

Could this be true or forced love?