Helanie:
"Now let’s go. You need to be back in your academy and make sure you tell your friends to stop with their weirdness," Norman yelled at from over his brothers, who didn’t look too happy.
But they were too busy judging Emt as he crumbled the letter in anger.
"ntion a gorgeous girl, and the alcoholic is suddenly growing a spine," as I was walking past the brothers to follow Norman, I heard Kaye make a comnt. And I knew it was towards Emt.
I suddenly just felt so bad for Emt. Whatever made him drink was overlooked. He was called these nas without any ntion of what made him turn this way.
After experiencing my own trauma, I’ve co to realize that the behavior of others is usually rooted from a deep trauma of so sort.
As I reached the first floor, I noticed Norman look a bit uncomfortable. He kept looking up as if checking on his brothers but would then force himself to focus on taking back ho.
"You can go talk to them, I can wait here," I said, and when he looked at , I shrugged.
I bet he wasn’t happy that I knew what he was worried over. But since I had already said it, he took the chance and rushed upstairs. I strolled and reached the living room where the won were once part of. They were not here anymore, but their little tea party was still ongoing from the hot tea in the teacups.
"Why are you back here? And why was Maximus holding your hand?" I recognized the annoying voice of Charlotte. I turned around and saw her stand there with her hands on her waist.
I was hoping she wouldn’t instigate anymore. I was no longer the Helanie who would listen to them and only nod her head.
I grew a big tongue after becoming part of the academy.
"And why are you--huh! That uniform!" She sounded so upset when picking up on my uniform.
"What is your problem? Is it the fact that Maximus brought back here or that I got admission in the academy?" I questioned in a stern and exhausted tone. The tone that instantly plucked her eyes out of her sockets.
I could almost hear her scream in her head as she pointed at , ’Look at the audacity of Helanie for using such a tone with .’
"You know you probably got the admission because the brothers felt bad for you and were nice to you on the testing grounds," she added, probably thinking she ate.
"Charlotte! If you think it is that easy and anyone can be a part of the academy by just making the brothers feel bad for them, why don’t you try it too? You can ask your mother to rub so butter on my mother nice and well and convince Lord McQuoid to give you admission in the academy! At least that will help with the bitter itch that you are having," I muttered in a sassy tone, my hands on my waist and my body language just like the an girls.
I swear I would hate anyone doing this to , but only if unprovoked. Charlotte deserved it.
"How--," before she could ask how dare I speak to her like that, my mother dearest arrived.
"Mom!" Charlotte called for her mother, who I could tell had been hiding behind the door and listening in on our conversation. She jumped out, looking like a bouncer as she walked our way with her eyes narrowed at .
Charlotte instantly ran into her arms, poor girl crying because I gave it back to her.
"Why are you back here? Why now? Why won’t you leave alone? You didn’t want to be a part of my family until you found out I am going to marry a rich and powerful man. You only ca back to take advantage, and now you got one. You are part of the academy, thanks to ," hearing this from my mother was really painful. But I didn’t show it to her.
Imagine being told that you’re being talked about because of how well you’re doing in the academy, but sohow my mother never acknowledges it. It just hurts.
"When I left this mansion, I left the mory of you and I behind. I’m sure you did it too. And thanks, because it helped find my own path and not rely on a bunch of people who never saw more than just a weapon of revenge against their mates," I spoke, my voice shaking a little. It’s not easy to find out that your parents only wanted to use you to hurt each other.
They only loved until their rejection. Was I never more than that?
"You will not dictate my life and my suffering like that. I did not weaponize you. In fact, I don’t even want to acknowledge you as my daughter. You are nothing--" As she scread in my face, she made tear up. Good job! She could really break my confidence just like that.
But I shut her up when I scread back in her face, "And I hope to stay that way. You are not my mother, as I am not your daughter. So don’t fucking yell at . Don’t fucking tell what I should and shouldn’t do with my life. And go ahead, fucking take care of that brat," I shouted, making Emma quickly put her hands on her daughter’s ears so that she wouldn’t hear the bad words being said about her.
"Mommy, now you have to get an admission in this academy," Charlotte began to sob on her mother’s chest while my mother kept staring at with her eyes wide and tears forming in them.
"What? Does it hurt? Huh! Don’t worry, once you get past the phase of wanting a family, you’ll stop getting hurt by everything they say to you," I gave her a forced and very miserable smirk before I turned around to leave.
But that’s when I spotted Norman standing behind us, listening to us.
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