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Jules of Nature
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@badmxther-blog
two word starters
“ don’t stop ”
“ please don’t ”
“ don’t shoot ”
“ give it ”
“ shut up ”
“ damn it! ”
“ stop it! ”
“ you’re crazy ”
“ that’s insane ”
“ get out! ”
“ don’t leave ”
“ i’m tired ”
“ that’s bad ”
“ be honest ”
“ be careful ”
“ be nice ”
“ you’re wrong ”
“ go home ”
“ watch it ”
“ fuck me ”
“ kiss me ”
“ we can’t… ”
“ we shouldn’t… ”
“ you’re perfect ”
“ that’s awful ”
vixxen:
Was it so awful of her to want some semblance of freedom? A fresh start? She had expected much worse than she’d gotten. She’d expected, frankly, for her mother to kill her.
❝ Anywhere we want, mommy. We can go anywhere — and nothing will hold us back. We can start over. ❞ The edge of pleading in her voice was somewhat distant. Nowhere near the tears she usually shed under her mother’s angry scoldings. Cheryl felt… cleansed. ❝ We can… we can go to Paris. I always wanted to go back. ❞
She turned to look up at her mother. Plush red lips pulled up at the corners to form a sanguine smile. Soft and tentative. Scared it would be smacked off of her the moment she let it show. But she smiled anyway, because her mother was all she had left. And now, without the things, without the money and the home and the jewelry and the clothes. Now she was all Penelope had, too. ❝ Maybe New York. Where Veronica’s from. It’s nice there. ❞
A booming sarcastic laugh fell out of Penelope’s lips; the woman clapping slowly at her child’s words. So naive and yet capable of do such damage. Clearly all the money in the world hadn’t been enough to teach her daughter strategic thinking. It was clear why Jason had always been the one set for greatness, the one set to carry the Blossom last name through generations. Cheryl would grow beautiful, just beautiful and, luckily, e picked up by a man superficial enough not to notice her obvious personality flaws.
❛ You stupid child. You think that will be enough? You think we’re anything without our name, without our wealth? You think you’re SOMETHING without it? You’re not. You’re NOTHING. Thanks to your little act, the rest of our beloved family will come upon us like birds of prey. You made us WEAK, Cheryl, you made us VULNERABLE! You wasted everything I worked for because of what? A tantrum? If only I had known I was raising a MONSTER this entire time, I would’ve--- we’re not going anywhere. We’re staying here until you suffer the consequences of your actions. Tomorrow you will go to school and you will be regarded like that weak little girl who went crazy and burnt her house down because I, for once, aren’t covering your tracks. ❜
@vixxen [ x ]
Her face was stone cold. Her usual coping mechanism. After the storm comes the rainbow, they say. For Penelope nothing came after the storm. Absolute and terrifying nothing; just a feeling of void writhing within her chest. That was even worst that the storm itself. After the firefighters and the police department had done their share of work; it was her turn to turn to her daughter, to the selfish little girl who had managed to ruin everything by acting recklessly and disregarding that every action had a direct consequence.
❛ What do we do next, huh ? Tell me, Cheryl. Where do you THINK we should go from here? Since obviously you’re in charge of everything ❜
vixenwidowed:
❛ — mommy? ❜ she doesn’t want to ask; she doesn’t want to know. but it’s the fear of the unknown that pushes her forward, and she knows she needs to ask. whether or not she believes the answer she’ll receive is yet ot be determined. black gloved hands clasp in front of her, and brown hues brim with tears as cheryl draws a shaken breath. ❛ did you know? that daddy … killed jayjay? ❜
@badmxther
The sole of Cheryl’s voice out her on edge, jaw muscles tensing almost right away. How dare she even cross a word after burning their home, their legacy as if it meant nothing. Once again her daughter was thinking about anyone but herself. She had created a selfish monster and she was the only one to blame for it. She had transformed into the only thing she truly hated, herself.
Then she had to go and ask about Jason, about her baby. Even more so, she dared to imply that she had been aware of it all from the start. How dare she?
❛ DON’T YOU EVER-- Don’t you bring that man into the conversation again, Cheryl. He’s not your father anymore. But just to put your little mind at ease, no didn’t. I was as shocked as you were. Happy now? ❜
Like for a thing ! Pls specify the verse.
“Why are you crying ? You hated HIM.”
