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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆

c/w: language, drugs and 🛥️💥

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"Hey kiddo, whatcha catch today? Anything good f'me?" I wrapped the rope around the dock and hooked it onto the boat, then lifted my bucket of fish up to show him.

"A lot of good fish out there today Pops, caught enough for all of us. Where's John B? Thought he'd be back by now," I leaned my head on my Dad'd shoulder as he rested his head on top of mine, "Should be back any minute now, pumpkin. Got to talk to him 'bout somethin', important business." He said to me as I rolled my eyes, "Not more gold, Dad. Thought you gave up on that."

"Nah, found the jackpot, kid. I don't wanna involve you in this, too dangerous for my little girl, ain't that right?" He lifted his glasses from his eyes and pushed them into his scraggy hair, I nodded, "As you always say." I mumbled and he chuckled.

"Here's the boy now... John B!" He yelled to my brother as he jumped out of the twinkie, I watched as Dad threw his arm around John B's shoulder and guided him inside.

I cleaned up the yard as I sorted out the fish and bait, lighting the barbecue as it was getting closer to dinner time. I stopped what I was doing as I heard raised voices coming from inside the Chateau, watching as my brother stormed out with Dad shouting after him, "Get back here, boy! We just need to sell the twinkie and I'll have enough!"

"You're the worst father ever!" John B yelled back at him as he got in the twinkie and drove off, I looked at my Dad in confusion and he just shook his head before going back inside and slamming the door.

I jolted awake from my sleep and sat up, panting as the vision of my dream replayed in my head. That was not a happy memory. That was just before my Dad disappeared.

I was currently on the sofa in the Chateau with a sleeping JJ next to me, he must've carried me in from the hammock last night. After tiptoeing to the bathroom, I somehow managed to find some clean clothes in my drawers that I chucked on and headed out the door.

I hadn't been to work in so long so I knew I needed to turn up today, that was if they weren't going to fire me. After the long walk to the country club, I walked up to reception to see my boss, Chris, "Are pigs flying out there, Cordelia? Sure as hell hope they are, otherwise you ain't stepping foot in here." He looked up at me as I rested my arms on the counter.

"All right, I'm sorry Chris. It's been hectic, you know with my brother being dead and all." I raised my brows at him as he sighed, "Not my problem, Cherry. You're here to do a job, so you can either show up on time or leave. Your choice." He stared at me, Chris was such a little bitch but I needed the money.