Please Please Please
- 𝗣𝗢𝗣𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗬𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗
- where in the protagonist loses her best friend but gains far more than she bargained for.
[𝗣𝗢𝗣𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗬𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝘅 𝗙𝗘𝗠𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗖]
[𝗦𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝟭]
[𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚]
[𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗞𝗦 ]
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"Well, if it's not Beckett and Laynie Hawthorne's long-lost daughter Azalea Hawthorne." Azalea rolled her eyes at her mother's voice and turned to see her standing in the kitchen preparing dinner.
"Irving If you remember correctly, my father's name is Irving." Moving in the direction of the bench, Azalea said. It nearly gave her that feeling to see how her mother winced at the name.
"That man left us for drugs and died on his own; Beckett is your father." Her Mother other spoke, casting one of her critical glances her way. Azalea's nails sank into the seat.
"Mom, are you serious? Dad passed away from an undisclosed illness. Prior to his passing, he was cleaned for two years." Azalea sank onto the chair with a sneer.
"I had to raise a child all by myself after your father passed away. He could have, at the very least, delayed his death until you were at least teenager." Laynie sipped from her wine and grimaced.
"The man's options were limited." With a head shake and her arms resting on the bench, Azalea muttered beneath her breath.
"Why don't you go wash up? Dinner is almost ready, and I can smell that Pogue stench on you." With a little smile pressed to her lips, she said. Azalea fought hard not to roll her eyes.
"Yes Mother." She groaned and slid out of the chair. She began to walk towards the steps when something occurred to her, and she felt compelled to ask. "Uhh Mom, did we have anyone in our family who used Compass's?"
"Your father had one, and he used to take it out on the boat. I couldn't figure out why." In response, Azalea nodded to her mother and started to climb the stairs. Perhaps because her father was a compass user, the compass appeared so familiar.
She ascended the stairs while walking by Elio, who was, heaven knows, texting someone. "Did hanging around with the impoverished get you into trouble?" Without barely taking his eyes off his phone, he asked.
"No, I didn't, and it's not something you should care about." As she moved to go to the bathroom, she said.
"But I must, I must." She closed the door after hearing her brother's taunting remarks. Gazing into the mirror, she let out a sigh. After discovering John B's father's compass and being pursued by whatever it was, what a day it had been.
She switched on the faucet, poured cold water over her hands, splashed her face, and took a slow breath. attempting to calm her racing heart.
She became a little annoyed when there was a tap on the door since she couldn't have a moment alone. "Yes?" Trying not to seem like she was in a mood, she spoke softly.
"Come down whenever you're ready; dinner is ready." From the opposite side, her stepfather's voice could be heard. To wipe her face and hands, she reached over and picked up a towel.
"Yes, please give me a moment; I'll be right down." A few seconds passed after she finished speaking, and she heard footsteps leaving. She walked out, shutting the bathroom door behind her as she opened it. When Azalea came downstairs, her family was already seated at the table.
"Elio, please put down your phone; we're at the table, darling." As Azalea took a seat at the table, her mother spoke. She saw that she had less food than her brothers when she glanced down at her plate. As usual.
"Could I please have some garlic bread?" Azalea inquired, and Beckett leant over to fetch her some bread, but her mother cleared her throat, causing them to pause.
"Remember that we are attempting to fit you into your midsummer dress, Azalea, so you don't need that." Her mother's remarks nearly made her feel ill; therefore, she is more concerned with how she will appear at an occasion than with ensuring that she eats healthily.
"It won't harm me, Mom; it's just some bread." She slouched a little against the chair as her mother gave her an unimpressed glance.
Because of the food, the environment, and—most importantly—the clothing they got to wear, Azalea thought Midsummer was a fantastic occasion. Azalea loved the dress she got to wear, which she had already chosen. She did not dislike the events that accompany the splendour of being a kook just because she enjoyed being with the Pogues.
Like every other disagreement they would have, Azalea knew she wouldn't win this one. To avoid upsetting his wife, Beckett simply leant back in his chair.
"I'm going to my room because I don't feel like eating dinner." Azalea told them, her mother only took a sip from her glass of wine, which made the girl even more enraged. She left her dish there and got up. She ascended the stairs to her room, which was more comfortable than the ones downstairs.
When she passed her mother's office on her way to her room, she decided immediately to investigate if there was anything that could assist John B.
To check if she could hear anyone approaching, she closed the door a little as she entered the room. She took a seat in the chair and began pulling out drawers. Azalea could only see endless files.
She let out a sigh and swivelled in the chair before noticing something. She lifted a little box. She noticed pictures when she opened it. Azalea took up one of the pictures and titled her head. Two males and a younger version of her mother were in the picture. She was unable to identify the other, but one was her father.
She shifted the picture to the other side because she believed it would be useful. The picture was taken on a boat. She was particularly drawn to what she saw next, though.
"What is my father doing with John B's dad's compass? " Gazing at the picture of her father holding the compass himself, she muttered.
_______________ Author's notes
Azalea's parents are therefore connected to John B.'s father in some way. Not exactly how you think, though.
