Victoria flailed and screamed, trying to wrestle Nathan’s stained jacket away
from the detectives as they fought against her. They needed the evidence,
was their excuse, but all she knew was that it was another piece of her world
being taken away from her. All she had were remnants of what was left of
a ruined kingdom. Dreams of her and Nathan ruling the photography world dashed away.
Dust to dust. Ashes to Ashes.
The Queen Bee woke up in a cold sweat, like she had been for every night
since the incident. She tore off her soaked night sure and put another on,
goosebumps appearing on her skin as the air conditioning hit her sweat
covered skin. She shivered and return to her spot on the couch, legs curled
up to her chest, draped in Nate’s jacket, the stains still coating it. She couldn’t
bring herself to wash it, it still smelt like him. Her best friend, her only true
friend. The King to her Queen. They were going to bust out of Blackwell and
take over the world, finally away from her parents. That was the plan...
Her parents. They showed no sorrow at Nathan’s passing, or at her pain.
Instead at the fall of the Prescotts they took the opportunity to promote the
Chase name, putting daughter into the spotlight as the hero. It wasn’t true but
they didn’t care about the truth. They wanted the spotlight, the fame, the
recognition. Little Victoria finally lived up to their expectations, she finally
brought more reputation to the family name, but only unwillingly and the
cost of everything she held dear. Her aspirations and her best friend.
Taylor and Courtney did what they could to try and help Victoria through
everything, even Max Caulfield. But trying to deal with her trauma was much
more than a three person job, only Nathan really ever knew how to deal with it.
She often ended up yelling at one or all of the three
depending on who was with her. Mother Chase was even more controlling now,
convinced that Victoria would somehow fuck all of this up. Father Chase had
returned but was at too many celebrations to spend time with her daughter, a
craving that never went away for the Queen.
Eventually Victoria calmed down as things returned to normal. Taylor and Courtney
stopped coming by nightly to check up on her but they were still good friends. Max
still did though, she somehow always knew when she was distressed and what to
say. Another sob escaped her as she broke down against into Nathan’s jacket, clinging
it to her chest. She just felt so alone.