Sunday Colbert was only 16 when she escaped from the Barron city's juvenile correction facility, two years before she was to be transferred to a women's prison to spend the rest of her 15 year sentence.
She thought she had freedom until a storm in t...
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Jareth sat with one leg propped on the banister overlooking the foyer. His heart slightly sank as he watched the way Johnathan looked at Iris. He sighed a bit, watching as his father took Iris by the hand and led her through the hallway behind the staircase towards the enormous backyard.
"Don't." He heard Emilio behind him. He turned and gave him an emotion of annoyance. "Don't do it. Leave her be."
"I am." He defended with a scoff of disbelief. "You're the one who should leave her alone. You don't think I notice the way you stare at her, too. You've practically marked your territory on her."
"I haven't. It-it's just—" He began with a stutter.
"—Just something different about her," Jareth finished for him. "I know, something separates her from the rest of the girls. She's like an enigma and it just makes you wanna know more of her. All of her."
"Like the fact she's an escapee, for one?" Emilio scoffed a laugh.
Jareth let out a deep chuckle of his own, twitching his eyebrow in a 'well there's that too' manner. "At least she's not so different from us." He said with a smirk.
"Touche, dear brother." Emilio nodded with his arms crossed over his chest. "But we mustn't he too close. We don't need another repeat of Daisy." He said giving him a knowing look of seriousness.
Jareth pursed his lips. "I know the rules, Lio. It is you I am most concerned of. When was the last time you went to see Violet?" He sneered under his breath.
The pair stood in a tense silence staring at one another. Jareth was the first to break out of the intense trance.
"Well I've got some business to attend to with Bernard, then a session with thee one and only Dahlia. She has always been my favorite." He quirked with suggestive brows, obviously trying to lighten the mood.
Emilio's face scrunched in confusion. "I thought Magnolia was your favorite," He rebutted.
"Ah, dear brother. One can never just have one favorite. They all have their differences that I favor. Dahlia is just the wife material I someday hope will be granted to me one day, you know that nocturnal lifemate shit father keeps nagging about. Dahlia has brains, personality, stupendous beauty, and she gives the best head." He whispered the last part.
Emilio shook his head with a scoff of surprise. "I truly feel when you finally get the chance with Iris... you won't want another." He smirked teasingly.
"Perhaps so, dear brother, I believe the same for you...I'll see you in the morning, Lio." He called over his shoulder walking down the staircase to Bernard's quarters.
Emilio only nodded as his mouth twisted in deep thought of his brother's words. Being accused of marking his territory on the new girl.
There was a slight squeak of a door, and Emilio knew all too well. His attention snapped to the ajar bedroom door of Petunia who peeked through, the dark light illuminating her frame. He approached her at a slow human pace.
