j a c q u e l i n e
"Hello, darling," a very familiar, but oh-so disgusting voice said. "It's nice to see you."
It was none other than her mother, accompanied by her father, in her room, standing at the door entrance, with a sickening smile plastered on their face.
Jacqueline got up from her bed and glared at them, anger piling up in her so suddenly and subconsciously. "It's nice to see you? After how long have you come to see me? How long? And yet you say it's nice to see me?"
Her father, Leroy Monet, took off his glasses. "Well, you are lucky we even came to meet a disgraceful creature like you," he stepped forward. "Have you any idea what people say about us? The stories they make about you that we have to hear?"
Her mother, Lara, nodded. "He's right. Our workmates found out about our last visit to you and mon dieu, the awful stories we had to hear the next day. C'est une chose honteuse! Et menteur!"
"I-I am not disgraceful and I'm not a liar!" She exclaimed, wondering where Antonio had gone. "What do you even want now? To scold me further? To make my life more hell? Haven't you done that already and succeeded?"
"Don't you dare increase your volume at us, jeune femme!" Her mother said in rage as she pointed a finger at Jacqueline. "Whatever we taught you, you put that to waste. I'm ashamed."
"Whatever you taught me? Tell me, where have you been this entire time?" She questioned them, sitting on the bed. "Even if I was lying about my phobia, as parents, you should've at least blindly believed me. But you did not, and that's that."
Her father then took out two plane tickets from his pocket and showed it to Jacqueline. "This is why we came here. To tell you that we are leaving this city. Forever."
Jacqueline gasped.
Leaving? They're leaving this city, and forever? But why? They can't do this. I don't want them to leave.
"W-Why?" She managed to say as tears started to form in our eyes.
"Because Leroy got a better job offer in Australia, and because we need a new start," her mother explained as she squeezed her father's hand. "We thought it best, though we really did not want to at all, that we should at least inform you about this."
"And we also want to disclose about something else as well," her father joined in, glancing at his wife with a sorrowful and sad look. "It's a secret only a few people have knowledge about as they knew him personally."
Knew who?
"W-What are you talking about, huh?" Confusion masked Jacqueline's face as she got up once again.
Her mother sighed. "You had a baby brother. But he died."
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