Glowing Eyes// Adopted by The Joseph's [√]

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{A/N: lol hi guys. Bear with me plz 🐻. Its going to be confusing but it all adds up in the end}

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Elizabeth startled herself into an upright position in her bed. Beads of sweat dripping past her temples, her body shaking. As tears brimmed her eyes.

Millions of thought running past her mind but only few stuck out the most.

What is going on

Who was that?

No it couldn't be...

Quickly, she began folding back the cream pajama sleeves she wore to bed. Fresh pale skin stared back as she sighed in relief.
No scars, good.

Now, for the next objective, who the hell was that?! What was that!?

She draped her legs over the mattress, shakily walking over to the vanity, nostalgia flooding her mind causing her to quickly throw her head back in paranoia.

Elizabeth then remembered when Jenna found her journal on the stand by the door downstairs. She didn't want to seem to have invaded her privacy so she left it for the girl to receive herself.

Quickly, she yanked open the iron handle, taking two stairs at a time, taking a sharp right, then finding the multicolored notebook on the endtable. She sighed in relief, prying open the journal. Horrific nostalgia came to her mind as she caught the gaze of blood red eyes.

No. . .

"Elizabeth?" The voice startled her as she quickly turned to see Jenna festively dressed in a turkey sweater, black jeans and knee high brown leather boots. "Honey, it's eleven in the afternoon! The Thanksgiving partys' going to start an hour early so you might want to go up and get dressed."

"I'm s-sorry I forgot" she was shocked at how far away her voice seemed.

"No, its okay. Tyler's just getting in the shower" she smiled, pressing a warm kiss to her temple as she trailed up the stairs, her journal tight in her grasp.

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"Jenna! My darling!"

The voice nearly caused her to snap her neck when she craned it to see where it belonged to. Jenna was in charge of the pies, cakes and overall pastries, so her vision on the front door wasn't very vivid.

The oh-so-familiar stiff blonde hair, evident of most likely a pount of hairspray and dull blue eyes feel on hers. Oh hell no.

"Aunt Claire! Fancy seeing you here!" Jenna plastered her best smile she could, and sticking her hand out.

She scoffed, "I was invited honey," she pushed away the hand "and I'm family give me a proper introduction" she said with a sinister grin before embracing the woman.

Luckily, the brown quiffed man skillfully passed through the small crowd into the den. Tyler saw her Aunt come in and she knew that this couldn't end well.

Jenna smiled in relief. Her Aunt Claire let go, and rose an eyebrow before tracing the air to find the man.

"Claire! How are you" Tyler said faking the glee as he stuck his hand out.

This time, she grimaced rejecting his hand as he said "I'm fine actually."

He furrowed his eyebrows before stuffing his exposed hand into his pocket. "So how's it going? I've heard Clarence got a–"

She cut him off "– a promotion and now he's CEO of a company in France, yes I know, I was there."

His face began to burn in sudden anger, but luckily Jenna was there to slip a hand in his, rubbing soothing circles on the back of his hand.

"He's just trying to start conversation," Jenna said oddly calm.

"Oh? Well then let me start." She shifted her purse to her left arm with nothing but hate evident in her eyes. "Where's my Niece or Nephew? You haven't gained a single pound and this house hasn't changed in the slightest... Its so, repugnant."

"Much like your attitude." Elizabeth entered the room, her outfit similar to Jenna's, a turkey headband dancing atop her chestnut brown hair.

Tyler smirked slightly at her retort.

Jenna then added on, "we weren't fertile to have one. So we adopted." Tyler placed a hand on her shoulder.

She scoffed "so you got a parent less rodent and called it yours?" She rolled her eyes "pathetic"

Easily offended, the family was put under silence before Elizabeth spoke, fed up with her crap.

"Oh I'm so very sorry that im not up to your posh standards. And I'm so sorry that you have such a hard time understanding that not everyone is like you. Nobody has Gucci purses, nobody remotely cares about your husband that you found on match-dot-com who works as a manager in the burger king across the street from the apartment complex that you called a mansion."

She crossed her arms "and I'm so very sorry, that not everyone bows down to your crusty feet just for you to have somewhat respect for them. You say you're family, but you walk around here with your nine-nintey-nine Payless  winter wedges in the middle of fall which you've clearly mistaken for Bionda Castna , acting like a dictator."

Claire's face was a deep red, her eyes spilling hate into Elizabeth eyes only for them to reciprocate back. "You loathing execrated, half-footed imbecile" she muttered even more curses as she cut her off.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree"

Her hands shook I'm fury, abruptly brushing past the teen before entering the kitchen and crapping a man with a buldging gut and scruffy gray mustache stuffing his mouth with a muffin.

Looks like they won't be seeing her anytime soon.

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