"This is what she had become."
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Cleopatra Banks' last week in the small town of New Chelsea is nothing like she would have imagined it, but nothing could have prepared her for the stinging betrayal she's faced with and suddenly the prospect of...
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The night dragged on and Cleopatra was still wide awake.
She now held the second bar of chocolate in between her thumb and index finger and was twirling it around, wondering whether or not a second bar of chocolate was really necessary that evening.
This love-hate relationship she had with food was really starting to get to her.
She placed the chocolate bar back into it's rightful place and stuffed the box under her bed. She then slid into her slippers and made her way out of her room and decided to go to the kitchen, hoping some other snack would quell her anxiety. Preferably something cold and creamy.
She noticed her father's office door had been left slightly ajar and the light that was still on illuminated the dark passage. There was some heavy shuffling and she could hear her parents speaking in hushed voices and wondering what on earth they were up to at such a late hour, she walked as softly as she could and stood in front of the door to eavesdrop.
The first thing she noticed was a medium sized box on her father's desk with other boxes of similar size stacked on top of each other in the corner of the office. Her father's desk was also half empty but that didn't seem to concern her much. What did concern her however was the object in her mother's arms that she had pressed close to her chest and, it looked like her father was trying to get her to put it away.
Cleopatra stepped a little closer and pressed an ear to the door to better hear her parents.
"...But Owen," Jeneviève said. Her voice was slightly high pitched and Cleopatra could make out the lump that was obviously forming in the back of her throat.
"Jen, honey, listen to me," Owen whispered. "It's okay, she came back didn't she? She's just not handling it well, you and I both know that Cleo wouldn't pull a stunt like that," he informed her.
Cleopatra noticed that the grip her mom had on the object began to loosen after her dad said those words. She let out a chortle and placed the object on the table. It looked like an old tattered diary with bits of paper sticking out in certain places. "You're right, I'm being ridiculous. She wouldn't run away. I just got worried you know? The last thing I want to do is push her away," Jeneviève replied.
Cleopatra's heart sunk at the sound of her mother's words. Why would she think that? She couldn't for the life of her begin to understand why her parents were so overbearing to the extent of thinking her capable of running away, but there was something in her mother's voice that made her think there was more to their over-protective nature than meets the eye and she had a feeling it had everything to do with that diary that was on the table.
She couldn't make out the rest of her parents conversation after that because her father was directly in front of her mother and they were now whispering.
The next thing she saw nearly sent that chocolate bar she had back into her mouth. They were now making out and her mom was moaning.
Gross. Cleopatra thought to herself and decided then that her eavesdropping session had expired.
