What if

Mommy dearest

'No one calls you honey when you're sitting on the throne'

Jane's POV

FLASHBACK (Jane's age 15)

I enter my house, mansion actually. My parents are business tycoons which makes the filthy rich and also the power couple for 8 consecutive years. Everyone thinks they're so in love but I know better. The only reason they're together is because of the business. I've always seen them fight, ever since I was like 5.

I hear yelling coming from the hall as soon as I enter the house. Great.

I try to sneak upstairs but my mother stops me.

"Come here" she says harshly.

She is dressed elegantly in a blue dress with her pearls around her neck like usual. Her red hair is in a bun, not one hair out of place.

My mother is perfect from head to toe. I don't believe I'm her daughter. My father too is wearing a blue suit and his signature watch, which cost a fortune obviously.

I on the other hand am wearing jeans and t-shirt, with my favourite pair of sneakers. My hair is in a messy ponytail and basically everything is out of place.

My mother looks at me with a disgusted expression.

"Get ready, our guests will be arriving any minute. Your dress is on your bed" she says, in her perfect British accent.

I walk upstairs but I still hear my mother say the words that make my eyes sting.

"I can't believe I gave birth to that. Disgusting" she says.

I run upstairs and lock the door.

"It's okay Jane you're stronger than this" I whisper to myself. I get out of my clothes and wear the dress my mothers manager took out for me. I wear the earrings lying on my dressing table and put on some lip gloss and mascara. I leave my hair open and put on some dry shampoo to give it volume.

I look in the mirror. The girl standing in front of me, is nothing like me. She's elegant and sophisticated. I on the other hand am clumsy and sarcastic.

I put on the fake persona of the perfect daughter and go downstairs.

A few people are sitting there talking softly and giggling.

My mother smiles at me and calls me.

"This is my daughter Jaqueline Amara Mikealson. She's named after my mother and Edwards grandmother." She says introducing me to a woman. She's wearing a pink dress and I can tell by the way she's smiling at me she's a fake bitch.

I hate my name that's why I call myself Jane.

"I'm Mrs Whitmore" she says proudly.

"Hello Mrs Whitmore"I say smiling at her.

I zone out around the time they start bitching about some poor woman's fashion style.