Behind These Walls - A Jack and Finn Harries Fanfic

Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10:

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*Jack and Finn's house is the side picture! 

Cinnie’s POV

America was still boring as ever, to be frank. When I landed, I wasn’t even exited, but mosly just annoyed.

My real home was England now, and my so-called ‘family’ wasn’t even my family. I just had to act like I loved them and as if we were as close as ever at public events, so the press thought we were still the perfect tight-knit family.

After exiting the JFK Airport, I found my driver next to the black tinted Mercedes.

I hopped into the back, and turned on my phone for the first time. I checked my screen, and the dreaded message flashed on the screen.

No new calls/messages.

 

I sighed, before putting the iPhone back into my purse, and snuggling in my warm winter coat.

Glancing out the window, I finally saw the New York City skyline with its endless skyscrapers. I groaned, thinking about all the social events I would have to attend and all the hated family members I would have to see.

We turned into the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Finally, we reached the building I had spent a small part of my childhood in.

The driver opened my door, and I stepped out to glance up at the skyscraper that was supposed to be ‘home’. I thankfully smiled at the driver, and then walked inside.

Once the elevator doors opened to the top floor, I cautiously walked out, not knowing what to expect.

Then I heard the most dreadful sound I would probably hear all day.

“Cynthia! Honey, I’m so glad you’re home!”

My mother, Jackie Westbrook walked towards me with wide-open arms, and a fake-smile plastered on her face. Not surprisingly, she’s wearing an expensive dress under a Chanel coat with black stockings and Louis Vuitton shoes. I noticed another face lift, she had less wrinkles, but she still looked like a raisin.

I awkwardly stood there while she put her arms around me into a tight hug. After a couple seconds, she excitedly looked at me.

“Aren’t you going to greet your loving mother?”

“Oh, sorry. Hi, mother.”

“I’ve missed my lovely daughter so much! You’ve picked up an accent as well! How cute! How is the Charterhouse School? I see you’re making great progress there.”

I almost answer immediately, like a robot, “Yes, it’s a great environment for learning.”