Jacqueline || BWWM

Chapter Five

Once on the second floor, Beatrice runs into the bathroom I was just in barely ten minutes ago and comes out a moment later with one large blue cup. Stifling a giggle, she nods for me to follow, and heads down the hallway. I hesitatingly stumble behind.

Coldwater. Two sleeping teens.

I know where this plan of hers is headed, and I'm almost positive I don't want to be a part of it, yet I still follow her into the first room. Staying close to the white door, you never know when you just might need to make a run for it, I watch as a wicked smile curves it way onto Beatrice's pale lips. With the care of a mother and her newborn, She tips the cup slightly over Jaylin's hair, a few drops of water getting on her face.

A startled Jaylin immediately raises, turning to the side to glare at her mother, who in turn just throws the rest of the water on her face.

I almost feel bad for the girl

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL, MOTHER?!" Jaylin's jaw locks in place and her golden eyes shot daggers at Beatrice's retreating back.

"I told you to be up by eight at the latest, Love. You know the rules." She shrugs none apologetically. "Also, don't cuss. It kills innocent fairies, remember?"

"WH-?" She begins voice husky from her earlier outbreak but never finishes. Instead, she runs a hand down her face, exhales, calmly saying, "You know what? Just get out. I don't want to see you, or your ugly new daughter."

Ok, then.

"It's my house: you get out." Beatrice's voice is as low as it is cold and detached. It, plus the harsh way she slams the door behind us, sends unpleasant goosebumps up my body.

You're about-to-pee-yourself scared, and you're not even the one in trouble... My conscience comments it's an unnecessary opinion. If it was a person with a body and all, I bet it's face would be scrunched up, a look of pure skepticism aiming at me.

It's kinda sad that it's right, but I don't let that truth get to me as Beatrice and I reach the main floor. She quietly makes her way to her seat at the table, Robert and a sleepy looking Jace are already seated and places her head in her hands.

I take the seat by Jace, the same one I was in at yesterday's awkward dinner, and almost start to wish I was back with the Johnsons. I'm so deep into my wishing that a part of my mind even tries to convince me that the Allens were better than this. At least with them, we were all messed up in more ways than one. I wasn't the only one constantly ruining things.

It's been less than twenty fours, and I've already managed to break this once happy family apart.

New record! The brat in me cheers sarcastically, waving his cheerleading pom-poms with the enthusiasm of a dead rat. I don't pay attention to his little dig: fighting with something inside your head is kinda stupid, for one, and frankly, I don't have the energy. 

It feels like the silence lasts at least a century before Robert clears his throat mildly, gathering all our attention.
"Jay seems to be in a mood, so let's just let her be. In the meantime, I'm going to dig in." True to his words, the second the sentence leaves his lips, his hands are on the food. One scoping eggs and the other grabbing toast. Jace and Beatrice join in, and a minute later I do too.