And Contact Names Seem So Strange
@murdermayhemandjack I blame you but also this hurts me a lot.
She braced against the counter in their tiny apartment, where her roommates had gone to who knows where for the day, but she had become a recluse, hiding and tucking away in the corners of her bedroom, in the shadows along walls, not a human, she was a shade of the person she was before. The blonde sucked in a breath, wincing as the
hit her like an avalanche. She can’t hold off the inevitable. This had been coming. The first article she’d played off dismissively.
“Father, don’t listen to the tabloids, they’re drawing blood from a turnip.”
The second, her father and his PR team, a bunch of people in suits looking uncomfortable, had sat down with her to discuss her options. She wondered when a state politician needed a PR team; had he hired them just to handle her.
RING. She cupped her illuminated cellphone in her hand, hissed that sucked in breath out between clenched teeth. Three more articles, including photos of the pair. Photos where she looked vulnerable. She grimaced.
RI-> “Hello? Sorry, Father, I was trying to get to the phone, I was-” she’s cut off, he starts to rapidly ramble in his hurried and hushed voice, the voice that campaign managers called “charming when he didn’t sound scared.”
“Father. FATHER.” She sternly verbally protests his inquiries, he is asking who Jack is, why he’s so important, what he means. The questions she has not asked or answered herself. “He’s a roommate. We weren’t “intimate,” like the tabloids keep saying. What did I tell you? Don’t listen to them. Don’t you trust me? Your daughter?“
He sounds tired. Aged more than he has in years and he quietly answers her "I’m not sure, Elizabeth.”
The phone call doesn’t last much longer. She promises to move, she promises to clean up her act, and hangs up. And sliding down against the counter, head pressed against a cabinet door, she holds the phone to her forehead while she tries to fight tears that still come, betrayal salty on her cheeks.
She'd been lying. This was home, and how do you leave a place that meant so much to you?
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