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The Secret Revealed!

Trigger Warning: This chapter covers Episode 23 of My Candy Love. If you are triggered by discussions of abuse, or abuse scenes, please skip this chapter.

It had been a couple of days since Alana set Operation Purity Chalice into motion. People at school were very thrown off by Amber actually showing civility and a small glimmer of attempted friendship to her. “Why are you and Amber friends now? You do know she’s using you, right?” Nathaniel asked as he and Alana walked towards the courtyard. “I know she is... But she’s been tormenting me since I got here and its nice to not have her bullying be so bad. I give her fancy stuff, and get her closer to V, and she makes an effort to not be so horrible to me. It is a bit of a win-win situation for now.” She explained. Nathaniel looked down for a second, almost a little guilty. “Hey! Its okay! Let me reassure you, even if your father did get close to V, Rini and Viktor, there is absolutely no way he’d get what he wants. The closest someone has ever come to that is what V’s husband did and even then, he had to get uncle Cyrus’ approval!” Alana reassured. “Uncle Cyrus?” Nathaniel raised an eyebrow. “Verity’s father. Its this whole thing about him not wanting V to marry a traditional aristocrat, so when Achille came along and proved that his family hasn’t been aristocratic in years, Cyrus approved of the marriage... Much to Mom’s, Agatha’s and Aunt C’s disgust.” Alana clarified. “Alana...” Nathaniel began. “Look, I’m going to be okay. V already knows what your father wants and she’s promised me that he isn’t getting it.” She smiled as she put her hand on his cheek.

Later that day, Castiel stormed up to her with Demon on his leash as she was buying a new set of expensive pajamas. “What the hell, Alana?!” He called. “What?” She asked, curiously. “Why is Amber saying that you and I aren’t friends anymore, that she “won”?” He demanded to know. “Amber came up to me and told me that if I swear that I won’t get romantically involved with you, then she won’t terrorize me at school. I never said anything about us not being friends anymore.” She explained. “Why would she demand that?” He inquired. “I think it was an excuse. Its obvious that her father wants to get closer to my family’s aristocratic friends so that they may elevate their station. Not to mention, I do think she actually does have a thing for you and it was probably the first excuse she could come up with that didn’t involve revealing her father’s true intentions.” She clarified. “But I don’t like her like that. I made that clear years ago.” He spat. “I kind of figured you had... But, she seems to think you’re in love with me and therefore this would be an easy thing for us to agree to. I am still your friend Castiel... But I need her abuse to stop, so I agreed to this. Please understand it.” She urged. “But, Alana...” He began. “Look, the only way it will cause a problem with us is if you want to be romantically involved with me. Which, is preposterous, right? Just because my sister makes jokes about it all the time doesn’t mean you actually wanna be with me? Right?” She chuckled. A flicker of disappointment and a slight broken heart washed over Castiel’s face. He quickly buried his actual feelings, chested up and laughed. “Right! Who would ever wanna be with a meddling ironing board like you?!” He nervously laughed as he took Demon and quickly left. “Castiel you ass!” Alana called back, slightly sarcastically. She looked at the pajamas in the bag. “They’re fox pajamas... And they’re more expensive than what I usually spend on this type of thing... But I really don’t need her to see my anime and Harry Potter stuff...” She sighed to herself as she walked out of the store.

As Lynne’s car pulled up in front of the Jacott residence, Alana felt her nerves catch fire. “Okay, no turning back now.” She thought. When Lynne parked, she turned to look at her daughter. “Melody, why are you doing this? I don’t know why that girl is being nice to you. But I do know it seems like she wants to get closer to Verity. What is going on?” She asked. Alana looked down for a minute, then back up at her mother with conviction. “Mom, please... Stay out of this. If I need your help, I will come to you myself.” She sighed. “Are you sure?” Lynne looked brokenhearted. “Yes. I’ve got this.” Alana slightly smiled. “Alright... I trust you. But, please, come to me if you need help.” Lynne sighed. “I will.” Alana grinned as she opened the door and stood in front of the gate. “This house isn’t bad.” The voice in her head piped up. “Its boring. Everything looks like a modern version of an aristocratic estate. Even the gate has nothing to make it stand out.” She thought back. The gate opened minutes after she rang the bell and revealed Nathaniel looking at her with a confused look on his face. “Alana? What are you doing here?” He asked, almost a little terrified. “Your sister wanted to do a sleep over with me, so I came.” Alana shrugged. “Alana, I told you, she’s using you...” Nathaniel worriedly blurted out in as much of a hushed tone as he could manage. “Alana! Welcome to our home!” Amber called as she excitedly walked up to them. “Amber! It looks lovely! Here! I brought you something! As a thank you for letting me into your home!” Alana beamed as she pulled a box out of her overnight bag. “Is that the case to the new designer make up that your godmother has access to?” Amber asked, bewildered. “Yep! It won’t even be out until next year! But V’s friend on the inside wanted to give out a few samples and I knew it would be a perfect thing for you!” Alana did her best to sound like a “yuppie” as she gave Amber the case. “Thank you so much! I love it!” Amber beamed. Alana thought she heard a hint of sincerity in Amber’s voice but brushed the idea off. “She’s only being nice to me because she wants what she thinks I have to offer.” She thought.

“Come on Alana! I’ll show you around the house!” Amber beamed as she lead her into the main entryway. The entryway seemed like an attempt at being grand, without the true aristocratic touch. “No paintings or pictures on the walls. A random blue chair by the staircase. A blue, white and red rug. Its boring. There’s no personality. No character.” Alana thought before she instantly reminded herself that she could not insult her hosts’ home. “Its so spacious and lovely!” She cheered. Her mind turned to the main entryway of the Roster Family Home in Weathering. Alana had always been told that the main Roster Family Home was bought by her great great grandmother, however, that was clearly a lie. It was obvious that the home and the land it sat on had been in the family for much longer. The main entryway in her family home had pictures and paintings hung in it. There weren’t many spots on the walls that were left empty. Throughout the years, with each generation, the configuration of the walls would change to showcase the latest members. But, the character and spirit never changed. The Jacott Home came off as too clean to Alana. Too sterile. She wondered if Francis and Adelaide even wanted to show off their family. “You’d think there’d at least be a portrait on the wall in here.” She thought. “You haven’t even seen the best part!” Amber mused as she lead her to the dining room. Yet again, another sterile room that flowed into a breakfast nook and the kitchen. There were flowers on the table, a modern chandelier hung over the dining table and a bland painting was neatly placed on the wall, but that was it. “There aren’t even curtains for the windows. Who designed this interior?” Alana thought, getting a bit more disturbed by the style of the home. “Love the modern kitchen!” She chirped. “Its the best of the best!” Amber delightedly cooed. “And the painting? Its fascinating.” Alana observed. “It was done by a super well known modern artist! Although, I can’t quite remember who... But my dad is quite proud of it!” Amber crowed. “Seems like he needs to get his money back.” The voice in Alana’s head piped up. “Shut up... It looks like something uncle Cyrus’ sister would buy.” Alana thought back.

Amber lead her upstairs to the home’s second floor. There was one more flight of stairs going to a third floor, and several doors in the hallway of the second floor. “Mom and Dad’s room take up the entire third floor. Their offices are in the doors behind you. Just be sure to not go around snooping in their bedroom and offices! I know how you like sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong! The door next to the stairs is Nathaniel’s bedroom. The one at the end of the hall is the bathroom. Yes, Nath and I share. But he knows better than to make a mess! And the door to our right is the best room in the house... Mine!” Amber proudly proclaimed. Even the hallway looked bland. There were two pictures on the walls. One right next to the doors to the two bedrooms. The picture next to Nathaniel’s room was a painting of a field. The one next to Amber’s room was an older painting. Clearly an old, dead, Jacott relative. The only other thing decorating the hallway was a wooden table with a plain lamp on it. Amber opened the door to the bathroom to show Alana how it looked. It was a simple and modern room that had a large tub, a basic tile shower, a couple of cabinets in between the toilet and shower and a fake plant on the counter in between the sink and tub that covered up a small frosted glass window. “And now! The best room in the house!” Amber announced as she opened the door to her room. Suddenly, Alana was reminded of Dolores Umbridge. The room was saturated in the color pink. The only things that broke the color up were the items that were light purple, baby blue, yellow, white, and the occasional red item. The bed looked as if it had come straight out of a Barbie princess playset. “This is not the least bit surprising.” She thought. “Doesn’t this room look like an old playset you had when you were a kid?” The voice in her head piped up. “YUP! Almost as if it’s attempting to be a copy of either my Princess and the Pauper playset, my super old Princess Kelly castle, or my Twelve Dancing Princesses set.” She thought. Alana quickly came up with a compliment that she hoped would keep Amber rather smug for the rest of the night. “This room is, certainly, colorful! It reminds me of my best friend’s room! Oh, right... My best friend is Aunt V’s daughter, Severina Mekina. Rini’s room looks close to this! Just with a bit more purple!” She praised. Amber smiled, almost as if the compliment had meant the world to her. “If the heir to the esteemed Mekina family has a room that looks like mine, then I’m clearly doing the right thing!” Amber approved.

After several more minutes of Amber going around her room, bragging about each and every little thing that she could think might make Alana jealous, everyone was summoned to the dining room for the evening’s meal. “That was torture.” the voice in her head piped up. “No... That was the beginning. This dinner is going to be torture.” She thought back as she entered the dining room. Nathaniel was already in the room, setting the table, as if he had been programmed to do so like a robot. Alana could tell that he was doing everything in his power to keep his face as expressionless, polite, and calm as he possible. However, his nerves were clearly getting the better of him. “Miss Roster. Welcome to our home.” Adelaide politely smiled, obviously having forgotten Alana’s name. “Its good to see you Melody. Welcome to our estate. It is nice to see someone other than Li and Charlotte walk these halls.” Francis greeted. “Thank you both for welcoming me into your lovely home! I’m so happy that Amber and I have been able to put our animosity aside and become friends. And, Mr. Jacott, with all due respect, please call me Alana.” Alana beamed as everyone but Nathaniel sat down. “If you don’t mind me asking, you and your sister have such pretty names... Why don’t the two of you go by them?” Adelaide asked. “Despite the fact that we both like the names we were given. Melody and Samantha are lovely names, after all. By choosing to go by “Alana” and “Sam” we are taking our lives into our own hands and forging our own destinies. Most of the Roster Clan either goes by nicknames, middle names, or chooses to go by their given first names.” Alana clarified. Nathaniel walked into the kitchen, quickly came back holding a silver platter with a dome, set it on the table and lifted the dome revealing a freshly cooked lobster. “Dinner is served!” He announced as he bowed and looked at his father. “Be seated.” Francis ordered, a stern look on his face. “Lobster! This must be a special occasion!” Alana cooed. “Does your family not eat seafood that often?” Francis asked, instantly turning more sweet. “We eat seafood all the time. However, we prefer to source the meats that we bring to our tables from the farms and fishermen that surround the estates. If you ask any major member of the family, it won’t matter if its the Irish House, the Scottish House, or the Astarian House, we can tell you which farms and fishermen the meat, dairy, and produce come from. Several aristocratic families have taken our example and preferred a more “farm to table” approach. Its simply the fact that, shellfish such as lobster and crab are left for more special occasions.” Alana explained. “And I’m sure the aristocracy has different views.” Adelaide snidely commented as she sipped her drink. “Nathaniel! Get your elbows off the table!” Francis hissed. Nathaniel obeyed without question. “Sorry father.” He muttered. Suddenly, Alana felt her foot being crushed, obviously by Amber’s foot. “Pathetic pest!” She thought. “The aristocracy still believes in the outdated “superior bloodlines system”. They are going to believe whatever they like. It has never been the worry of the Roster Family. Astaria’s royal family uses our culinary system. In fact, its made their chefs strive harder for continued Michelin Star status.” She explicated as she presented her hosts with the stone faced resolve she had spent years cultivating.

As the evening progressed, Francis continued his verbal assault on Nathaniel. Raining down a barrage of hate and criticism under the guise of demanding perfection. Even going so far as to angrily bang the table when Nathaniel forgot the small spoons during the place setting after he brought desert out. “Why does Nathaniel have to be perfect while Amber is allowed to text, be rude, and literally bully you? She doesn’t even have to be polite at the dinner table!” The voice in her head piped up. “I have a hunch... And I hate the fact that I might be right.” She thought back. Alana wanted to comment on how Nathaniel is not Francis’ butler and that he should not be the one doing all of the brunt work, but she knew it would only worsen the situation. She brushed Francis’ apology for Nathaniel’s forgetfulness off. “This is getting to be textbook... Very similar to what Carol and Achille do...” She thought. When she offered to help Nathaniel with the clean up, Francis cut her off and told her that he needed to speak with his son and that her help was not necessary. When Francis finished his sentence, he looked at Nathaniel, sternly. Nathaniel’s face instantly filled with a mixture of horror and dread. She didn’t want to leave Nathaniel alone with his father, even for a second. Her mind turned to what Carol did to her behind her mother’s back. Each and every time Carol would insult, demean, and lightly strike her whenever no one was looking. Every time Carol would block her and Sam from telling their mother about what she was doing to them. Every time Carol threatened to do the unthinkable to them if they told anyone in the press. Alana didn’t want to think about the idea that Nathaniel was suffering anything similar to the same kind of hell that she suffered, let alone a hell that he couldn’t escape from without uprooting his whole life. But, all the signs were there, and she needed confirmation.

When she returned to Amber’s room, Amber tossed a pink pillow and an almost doll sized pink duvet at her. “What are these?” Alana asked, confused. “Your sleeping arrangements. Its not much, but you should be thankful that you’re even allowed to sleep in my room!” Amber sneered. “I’d rather sleep in your brother’s room.” A quiet thought popped up in Alana’s mind. “I brought my own pillow and blanket! But thank you for giving me what I need to make the floor more comfortable!” Alana beamed as she pulled a blue galaxy pillow with the Cancer constellation on the front and a blue galaxy blanket from her bag and began to make up her “bed”. “Why is all of your stuff blue and space themed?” Amber asked, annoyed. “Why is all of your stuff pink?” Alana shot back. “Pink is cute and girly. Now, answer my question.” Amber replied. “Blue is ethereal and calming. Its the color of the sky and stars. But, since we’re asking questions... How long have you and your family lived here?” Alana inquired. “Since we were kids. I suppose you wouldn’t know what its like to still live in your childhood home.” Amber popped off. “Actually, my family still owns the house I was born in. The house in Weathering has been in our family for generations. Its actually tradition for members of the family to leave it, so long as at least one member still lives in it.” Alana smirked as she grabbed her toiletries bag and her pajamas and left the room. As she entered the hallway, the only lights and sounds in the house were coming from the first floor. “I hope you don’t intend on going where you don’t belong, Miss Roster.” A voice called out to her and made her jump. Alana turned around and noticed Adelaide leaving her office. “What’s going on down there?” She asked. “Matters that are none of your business. Now, do whatever you need to do in the restroom then hurry back to Amber’s room.” Adelaide ordered as she went upstairs. “Yes ma’am.” Alana nodded as she went into the restroom. After she was done changing her clothes, applying her nightly face mask and cleaning her teeth, she passed through the hallway and could hear Francis and Nathaniel talking, but she still couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. “You have got to hear what’s going on!” The voice in her head commanded. “They’re being too quiet, and I’ve been out here too long. Give me a minute!” She thought back as she went back into Amber’s room.

“What took you so long? And why do you have a face mask on?” Amber asked, very annoyed when Alana set her bag down. “Do you not exfoliate your face each morning and night? Aunt Verity has been sending Sam and me top dollar skin care since we first hit puberty. Its why our skin looks so fantastic. I have to go back and scrub it off in about five minutes. But, in the morning, my face will be glowing.” Alana smiled. “Well, those fox pajamas look cheap and ugly.” Amber shook her head, clearly caught off guard. “Whatever you say.” Alana smirked. Exactly five minutes later, Alana left the room to rinse her face when she was instantly frozen in place. Francis’ and Nathaniel’s voices had gotten significantly louder. “HOW DARE YOU TALK BACK TO ME!” Francis yelled. “Dad, that’s not what I meant to say... It’s not the end of the world...” Nathaniel pleaded. “NEVER WILL MEDIOCRATY BE TOLERATED UNDER THIS ROOF! NEVER!” Francis’ voice boomed. Fear continued to keep Alana frozen in place. Suddenly, the sound of a fist colliding with flesh resounded through the house. “Holy shit!” Alana thought as she quickly covered her mouth. “We were right! His father does beat him!” The voice in her head almost yelped. “I knew it! All the signs were there!” She thought back. “Go wash the mask off your face and then see if you can get answers from Amber! You can’t stay in the hall!” The voice in her head ordered. Without another thought, she ran to the restroom, washed her face and ran back to Amber’s room. “What’s wrong with you? You’re all white. It looks like you just witnessed a murder.” Amber almost chuckled. “I just heard your dad and Nathaniel fighting. It seemed rather... Volatile and violent. Does that happen often?” Alana asked, still in shock. “Well, my parents are strict with him, its no big deal. He just gets into trouble when he is late, or that kind of thing. It makes me laugh, because I have so much more freedom than him.” Amber explained. “I see... Well, the restroom is free for you to change.” Alana looked down. “Good. I wouldn’t want someone like you seeing me without my clothes on. My body is too good for your eyes.” Amber sneered as she walked out of the room with her pajamas in hand. A couple of minutes later, she came back into the room wearing a yellow spaghetti strap top and shorts set. “You know? It is reassuring that, while both of our tastes can be quite expensive, they are vastly different.” Alana shrugged. “I would never wear something with an animal on it. Foxes are horrible creatures anyway.” Amber huffed. “I’ve always figured you to be the type of person to favor poodles anyway.” Alana rolled her eyes. “You’re wearing clothes for little girls.” Amber snickered. “I never said that I was here for a fashion show.” Alana remarked. “Oh yeah, so why exactly did you come here? I’d like to know.” Amber asked. “The marks on your brother’s back. Do you remember them?” Alana questioned. “What are you going to think up next?!” Amber spat. “Cut the crap, Amber. You know full well what I’m talking about.” Alana replied, flatly. “Are you going to talk to me about the whole cell phone thing again? I told you, it was just a way to get you to cough up the money. You thought I had information you needed, and I took advantage of it. Its not my fault if you believe in everything I say!” Amber blurted out. “So, you actually don’t know anything?” Alana interrogated. “I told you! I don’t know how he got those. Are you deaf or what?!” Amber spat. “Its not that I don’t appreciate talking about the times I’ve used you, but I’m tired. So, on that note, I wish you a good night in your... Blankets.” She huffed as she crawled into bed and turned the lights out.

It didn’t take long for Amber to start loudly snoring and the Jacott Household to be at the mercy of the night. “Finally. Now I can get some actual answers.” Alana thought as she quietly got up from her “bed” and entered the hallway. “Please don’t be asleep... And please forgive me for everything I do from here on out, Nathaniel...” She thought. “I wonder if he sleeps nude...” The voice in her head piped up. “Shut up, he probably sleeps in something more proper...” She thought back, her nerves catching a different kind of fire. “Come on girl! Get in there and find out!” The voice in her head commanded. She stood in front of Nathaniel’s bedroom door and knocked three times very lightly. “Who is it?” Nathaniel asked from the other side. “Its Alana... Can I come in?” she asked very sweetly. “Okay, but be very quiet.” Nathaniel muttered after what felt like the longest minute of Alana’s life. She very carefully opened the door, stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. Standing before her was a sight she had only seen in her late night fantasies... Nathaniel wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers that didn’t leave much to the imagination. “Is everything alright?” He asked, concerned. “Nath... We need to talk and you’re not leaving or brushing me off this time.” She blushed. “And you couldn’t find a better moment than in the middle of the night?” He chuckled, his cheeks becoming red. “CONCENTRATE ALANA!” She thought. “If this wasn’t so serious, he’d be inside you tonight.” The voice in her head commented. She could feel her mouth watering at the sight of him. “I had to... This is too important...” She nodded. “Yes?” He asked, innocently. “GET IN HIS BED! Make him feel the love you want him to feel. SHOW HIM how beautiful you think he is, that he his deeply loved, and that he is not alone!” The voice in her head cheered. “I can’t!” She thought back as she regained her composure. “I-I had to get proof before talking to you...” She began. “Proof?” He asked. Alana closed her eyes, sighed, opened her eyes and looked at him with conviction. “Proof that your dad hits you.” She replied. “I already told you to not get involved! It’s not your business, can’t you understand that for once?!” He yelled. His anger pierced her heart like an arrow. “Stay strong, Alana... You have to do this.” She thought. “Please, don’t yell. If your parents hear us...” She began. “Get out. Now.” He ordered. “No. I won’t leave you! Nathaniel, this is too serious! You know for a fact that its impossible for me to pretend that nothing is wrong.” She pleaded. “It-It’s more complicated than it seems, you know...” He muttered. “Talk to me then. I have entrusted you with the truth of my horrors... That means I am more than willing to support you through yours.” She insisted as she took his hand but he was so bothered that he probably didn’t even feel it. “Please? It would help you to talk.” She urged. Nathaniel thought for a minute and sighed. “I don’t want to get my dad in trouble... Understand? He’s already going through a tough time. That’s why I don’t want to talk to anyone about... About what he does to me.” He opened up. “Nathaniel... Between the two of you, you’re the one going through a tougher time!” Alana blurted out. “Alana, you don’t know what you’re talking about... My dad has always had an exceptional life since he advanced through his different positions in his multinational company. He’s always made us happy, my mom, my sister and me... Before...” He continued. “Before what?” She asked, allowing the slight patronization fall flat. “Before someone stole his promotion and everything went up in flames. A while ago, my dad was supposed to be the vice-president of the company.” He elaborated. “That’s not a small promotion...” She commented. “Exactly. Except for a young man, just out of university and loaded with degrees, got noticed. Even though my father had been in the company longer, his superior chose the young man over my father.” He explained. “I get that had to have been hard... But that is still no excuse for everything! Your dad at least kept a good position in the company, right?” Alana asked. “No, the problems just kept coming... The new vice-president felt threatened, and was sneaky enough to downgrade my dad until he had just a basic position. So, my dad is stuck. He wanted to reach excellence, and he will stay in the same office until the end of his career.” Nathaniel clarified. “And how do you factor into this equation? You aren’t the reason for his professional misfortune.” Alana inquired. “I... I don’t know, do you want over-the-counter psychology? I think my dad projects on me the image of the young man who stole his promotion. At the same time, he wants me to be like him, irreproachable. Maybe even better, so I never get overridden like he was.” Nathaniel facepalmed, annoyed. “If I wanted over-the-counter psychology, I’d go to my aunt Seraphina. I can tell you exactly WHY Carol does it to Sam and me. Its because her attempt to get in with the aristocracy through her husband, Valentine, and daughter, Regina, failed... So she decided to sink her fangs into my mother since my family is an old one and has always been “aristocracy adjacent”. In the process of that, she decided that it would be best to use my sister and me as props to promote mom. So, if we’re not perfect, we get hurt. And, for the record, no one is irreproachable!” Alana exclaimed. “I guess he is just trying to protect me from what he faced...” Nathaniel sighed. “That is no excuse for what he does to you! There is no justification for striking your child! You do realize that, right? How can you just accept that without flinching?” Alana asked, pouring emotion into each and every word. “If I give him up, it will just hurt my family more than they are already hurt. My dad would surely lose his job. We’re already indebted, we would lose our house! What would my mom and sister do in all that?” Nathaniel’s voice was almost pleading as he facepalmed. “Which brings me to my other questions... Why don’t they say or do anything? Do they not know?!” Alana inquired. “Amber doesn’t know. She just thinks she is the favorite that gets away with everything, while her brother gets “in trouble”. My mom... I think she just pretends to not know anything.” He sighed. “And, instead of actually defending you from the blatant abuse that your father is belting out, she ignores it? Leaving you without a single person of power to protect you in any way?” The words left her mouth before she could properly process the gravity of what she had just said. “You shouldn’t make a big deal about it... Every kid has had one or two corrections from their parents...” He nervously shook his head. “Correction doesn’t involve leaving bruises in your child’s back! And I could easily bet that your dad has beat you more than once or twice!” She blurted out. “It hasn’t happened that often...” Nathaniel looked down. “The fact that its happened even once is too far! Parents shouldn’t be harming their children in the first place! Even then, there is a massive difference between getting grounded, having things taken away from you, getting extra chores, or even a light slap on the wrist versus getting knuckles imbedded in your skin or heavily slapped! With all that, the physical contact should only be enough to make sure the child knows they’ve gone too far, not hurt them!” She sputtered. “I’m certain that’s not why he does it.” Nathaniel stated. “The road to hell is paved with good intentions. It doesn’t matter WHY he hit you! The fact that he did is abuse!” She blurted out. “Whatever it is, you don’t have to worry about it, okay? Let me handle it.” Nathaniel tried to be reassuring. “But Nathaniel... He... He hurt you tonight too... Didn’t he?” She asked, a hint of sadness in her voice. “It wasn’t that bad...” He replied, forcing a little more strength into his voice. “Nath...” She began. “I’m going to go to bed now, if you don’t mind. Its late and I want to be rested for tomorrow.” He smiled. Nathaniel crawled into bed right in front of her, rolled onto his side and turned his back to her. “Don’t you dare leave him like this!” The voice in her head almost yelled at her. Without another thought, Alana crawled into his bed, laid next to him, and held him in her arms. “Welp, he’s not moving... I can’t tell what he’s thinking...” She thought. “But he’s not pushing you away, so that’s a good thing...” The voice in her head assured her. Time seemed to stop as they laid in bed together. Her mind wanted to continue racing, but her heart’s desire to comfort him overrode her brain. After several minutes, Nathaniel sighed, rolled over, and smiled at her. “You should maybe go now. You... I don’t want my dad to find us like this.” He cooed. “Right! W-We w-wouldn’t w-want t-that... Are you going to be okay?” She asked, secretly praying to the gods that she wasn’t blushing. “Now, yes. Your presence did me a lot of good. But, its best if you go back to sleep in Amber’s room, now. Otherwise, we might fall asleep together...” He insisted. “Of course... I’ll leave you then... Goodnight Nathaniel. Sweet dreams.” Alana nervously smiled as she got out of bed. “Alana?” He asked as she reached for the door handle. “Yes?” She looked back at him, a hint of longing in her eyes. “Thank you... And have pleasant dreams.” He blushed.

Alana creeped back into Amber’s room, thanked any deity who would listen for the fact that Amber is a heavy sleeper, got under her blanket and pulled out her phone. Several messages had been sent to her by various people. “Are you surviving?” from Sam. “Are you right?” from Kentin. “Be safe. Keep us posted.” from Armin. When she got to the message from her mother, she quietly sighed in relief. “Hey sweetie! Nate and I had to run to England for a bit for a movie thing for him! We’ll be back in a couple of days! Luckily, Achille is in America for a meeting all week, so Verity will be able to take care of you and Sam until I get back! Love you!” As she sent her mom a message saying “Alright! Have fun! Love you too!” she couldn’t help but think about the fact that she would be able to talk to Verity about what she had witnessed without it getting to her mother. Verity was always the one she could trust with secrets that she didn’t want to worry her mom with, and this was no different. “Verity, PLEASE pick me up early tomorrow! I could really use some one on one time with my godmother!” She texted. “So, are you not gonna focus on the fact that you got into his bed?” The voice in her head asked. “That is something I can think about tomorrow... For now, I need to do everything in my power to get some much needed sleep.” She thought back as she put her phone away and closed her eyes.

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When the first rays of dawn had begun to shine through Amber’s curtains, Alana opened her eyes. “Get up you idiot!” The voice in her head piped up. Amber was still sound asleep, snoring like an old train. She quickly grabbed her bag and went to the bathroom. Changing her clothes and brushing her teeth were done in a quiet rush. As she washed her face, her mind began to race and replay the events from the night before as if it was a clip show. “What do I do?!” She thought. “You tell Sam, Ken, Armin and Verity.” The voice in her head replied. “Why Verity?!” She frantically thought. “You already know why. You knew why last night. Especially considering Verity would be the best adult to help you with this.” The voice in her head stated. “But Nathaniel told me to not do anything...” She thought back. “If you don’t do SOMETHING, he’s only gonna continue to get hurt... Didn’t you already tell Sam, Ken, Armin and yourself that you had to do something? That’s literally why you’re here.” The voice in her head pointed out. “What if he hates me... He was trying so hard to justify his father’s actions last night...” She worried. “You knew coming into this that that would be a possibility. But, if it helps him in the long run, then its worth it.” The voice in her head assured. Suddenly, her phone vibrated with a message notification from Verity. “I’m sure you can tell me what’s going on when I get there. Send me the address, I’ll be on my way soon. Love you!” She let out a massive sigh of relief as she put her phone in her pocket. “Alright... Let’s do this.” She nodded as she rinsed her face and left the bathroom.

“Miss Roster, you’re awake rather early.” Francis pleasantly greeted as he came out of his office. The very sight of him filled her with disgust and hatred. “Early risers get more done. And a good morning to you Mister Jacott!” Alana did her best to sound as polite and happy to see him as possible. “Someone please get me a trash can so I can puke!” She thought. “I trust you slept well.” He grinned. “Yes, I did. Amber is quite the hostess!” She beamed. “Amber is nothing if not exceptional. Now, would you like some breakfast before your mother picks you up?” Francis asked. “I’d hate to turn down such a sweet offer, but it turns out that my plans have changed. Mom had to run to England for a bit, so Verity will be picking me up. Verity likes to get up and going early, so she’ll be here soon.” She explained. “What a shame. Well, then... I must apologize for Nathaniel’s actions last night. My wife and I have been trying to raise him to be better than that... To be exceptional.” Francis’ voice was low and almost sincere. “HE’S APOLOGIZING FOR NATHANIEL’S ACTIONS! NATHANIEL DID NOTHING WRONG! LET ME AT HIM! I’LL KICK HIS TEETH IN!” The voice in her head yelled. “No apology needed, sir. Everyone forgets the little details sometimes. No one is perfect... And, with all due respect, I wouldn’t write your son off like that. He’s the smartest, sweetest, most respectable and proper guy in our class. I can already tell that he is going to go far in life. You should be proud of him.” She smiled as she rushed back into Amber’s room and gathered her things.

An hour later, there was a knock on the front door. “Mrs. Mekina! What an absolute pleasure it is to finally meet you!” Francis beamed. “You must be Mister Jacott! Thank you so much for hosting my darling goddaughter! Is my sweet Melody ready to go?” Verity smiled. “Miss Roster! Your godmother is here!” Francis called. Nathaniel looked at Alana and mouthed the words “I’m going to be okay.” as she looked at him, worried. “I hope you’re right.” She whispered as she ran downstairs and hugged Verity. “Good morning my little starlight! It’s good to see you! Are you ready for a fun filled day?! I know Sam and her boyfriend want to include your friend Armin with our festivities, is that okay with you?” Verity cheered. “Yeah! I’m so happy we get to hang out V!” Alana mused. She turned to Francis, Nathaniel and Amber. “Thank you so much for having me! Amber, Nathaniel, I’ll see you two at school tomorrow!” She smiled. “See you!” Amber waved, clearly faking happiness. “Shall we?” Verity motioned to the car. “Yeah, let’s go.” Alana smiled.

By the time Verity’s car pulled up to the apartment, Armin, Sam and Ken had already gathered in the living room. “Alright girls, I’ve waited long enough. What is going on and why can’t your mother know about this?” Verity commanded as she shut the door behind her and Alana. Sam handed Alana a bottle of iced coffee. “Alright... This is going to be a long one.” Alana sighed as she twisted the top off, took a big swig, and set the bottle down. Over the course of the following hour, Alana explained the entire situation to Verity, and filled everyone in on the previous night’s events, including the bit where she got into Nathaniel’s bed. “Holy shit.” Armin gasped. “Oh my god... That poor boy...” Verity wept. “That bastard!” Kentin blurted out. “Mels, did you get any proof?” Sam asked. Alana looked down. “I was frozen in fear, I didn’t think to have my phone recording.” She clarified. “This is serious! Social Services needs to be called! That poor boy needs to be gotten out of that situation!” Verity exclaimed. “I wanna kick his dad’s teeth in!” Armin was almost shouting. “I know something needs to be done. Nathaniel begged me not to! Apparently his dad is in debt. What if they lose everything?!” Alana asked. “Of course they’re in debt! People who aspire to become part of the aristocracy are almost ALWAYS in some form of financial trouble! Hell, look at Carol! She wants to be part of the system and yet her family is poorer than church mice! Or Achille! The Pechman family was disgraced years ago before my father made me marry him!” Verity blurted out. “So, what are we going to do?” Armin asked. “Mels, you have to call Social Services. You’re the one who heard his dad beat him. Not only that, but you heard it twice, on two different days, and in two different locations.” Sam stated, very sternly. “But...” Alana sadly yelped. “Look, I asked you if you were ready to do this, even if it makes Nathaniel hate you, and you said you were. Now, you have to do the hard part.” Sam barked. “She’s right, even if he hates you for this, it’ll be better for him in the long run.” Kentin nodded. “But what if it ruins his family?” Armin asked. “I suppose I could help him... What company does his father work for?” Verity asked. “I don’t know. Nathaniel never told me the name... Just that it was an international one based here.” Alana shook her head. “There aren’t many other international companies based in Astaria... VKT is the biggest one, and you know our line of succession.” Verity sighed. “It shouldn’t be hard to figure out which one his dad works at... Based in Astaria, and with a new, young, fresh out of university, Vice President.” Sam conversed. “Also, with an employee named Francis Jacott.” Alana added. Verity pulled out her phone, logged into her VKT corporate account and did some digging. After five minutes, she had Francis’ name and face on her screen. “Found him. He works at Elite Solutions. They’re significantly smaller than VKT, but they’re large enough to have a good reputation throughout the financial solutions industry.” Verity explained. “Any explanation to his demotion?” Alana asked. “Funnily enough, it looks like its because the new VP is the son of a longtime friend of the CEO... Not quite aristocracy, but old enough money to almost be on par with the Roster Clan. From what I gather, the Jacott and Carello lines are still somewhat “new money”... Not even proper “Nouveau Riche”. Even with clawing his way up the corporate ladder, Francis Jacott was never going to actually get the President, Vice President or CEO positions. The demotion itself was most likely a point to put him in his place.” Verity continued to explain as she looked at her phone. “So, Nathaniel’s father is so desperate to become part of the aristocracy that he’s willing to spend money he doesn’t have, put his family into debt and probable jeopardy, climb up a corporate ladder that he will never actually reach the top of, marry a passive aggressive model who needs to eat a sandwich, let his daughter terrorize the school, and brutally beat his son into submission while demanding perfection. Am I missing anything?” Sam summarized and asked. “You forgot that he’s willing to blackmail and coerce his kids into using connections to us so that they can try to get closer to the Mekina and Chevalier families.” Alana added. “Melody, I’m guessing that you won’t let me have a talk with the CEO and President of Elite Solutions to possibly get him demoted even further?” Verity suggested, almost sadistically. “No, V! Please don’t make their financial situation even worse! Nathaniel is worried about that enough as it is!” Alana begged. “I’ll respect that... BUT, you will be the one to call Social Services.” Verity ordered. Alana looked down, her face filled with dread. “Alright... But I’m not going to do it today. He’ll know for a fact that it was me if I call today.” She sighed. “He’s gonna know it was you no matter what...” Sam rolled her eyes. “Sam, this is going to be hard enough on her.” Verity scolded. “I’ll call tomorrow. Nothing would get done today if I called on a Sunday.” Alana nodded.

After several hours of planning, plotting, gaming, anime, and lunch, Armin and Kentin went home. Verity sat down at the kitchen table and called Sam and Alana over to her. When the girls had sat down, she looked at them very seriously. “You didn’t answer one of my questions earlier. Why can’t your mother know about this?” She asked. “Why would we get mom involved in helping someone get away from their abuser when she won’t even get Carol away from us?” Alana asked back. Verity’s eyes widened. “Mels has a point. She’s been told by us, you, Nate, Viktor, Rini, Agatha and Seraphina what Carol has been doing to us and she still won’t fire her.” Sam pointed out. “Despite that, your mother still loves you.” Verity comforted. “V, you can’t escape your abuser because you’re married to him and divorce would be extremely messy because you’re an heir to an extremely old, aristocratic, family. However, you help put distance between Carol and us when you can. It was obvious that, if you’re available, we’d come to you about this.” Alana explained. “You know for a fact what its like to not have an out from that hell.” Sam added. Verity thought for a couple of minutes and sighed. “You know she’s gonna figure it out before this is all said and done... And I may not be available to offset the heat of how she’ll react.” She acknowledged. “That may be, but you can help us now.” Alana sadly sighed. “Okay. But, I mean it... Your mother may be alright with you two keeping things from her, but I’m not. If ANYTHING happens that you need help with, you had BETTER tell me!” Verity nodded.

★

Verity’s car stopped at a phone box on the way to Sweet Amoris High School. “You can do this, Melody. I believe in you.” Verity cooed as she put her hands on Alana’s shoulders. "Its the right thing to do. He has a chance to escape.” Alana muttered as she dialed the number to Social Services. When an agent picked up on the other end, Alana took a deep breath. “Hello. I’d like to put in an anonymous tip. I have reason to believe that a student at Sweet Amoris High School is being brutally abused by their parent...” She started. As the agent asked her questions, she presented them with every ounce of her knowledge on the subject. The bruises on Nathaniel’s back, what she heard his father doing to him in the Janitor’s Closet at school, and the events of that Saturday night. “Are you sure you’d like to remain anonymous, Miss? These are very serious allegations.” The agent asked her. “Yes. I’d rather you focus on Nathaniel’s welfare. If he can escape his father, then that’s all that matters.” She replied. “Of course. Thank you for this tip.” The agent stated. “Thank you.” Alana muttered as the phone call ended. “I’d ask you if you feel better... But its only just begun. Let’s get you to school.” Verity sympathetically smiled as she led Alana out of the phone box and back to the car.

Francis Jacott’s and Verity Mekina’s cars pulled up to Sweet Amoris High School almost at the exact same time. The difference and style of wealth could easily be pointed out just by the style of cars. Francis drove a Lexus that was just barely on the tale end of what could be considered “high end”. Verity’s car on that day was a brand new Rolls-Royce. When Verity’s car parked, her driver got out and opened the door for Alana, bowing to her as she stepped out. “Melody! Have a great day at school! I will be here to pick you after school is over! Let me know if you need anything! I love you my sweet goddaughter!” Verity waved as she stood by the car. “Love you too V!” Alana mused. Sam and Ken walked up to the car. “Thanks for letting me walk with Ken this morning V!” Sam smiled as she hugged her. “Of course sweetie! You need time with your heart! Now, Ken, you be a gentleman to my Sam!” Verity sweetly commanded. “I will, Ma’am!” Ken saluted. “Mrs. Mekina! I just wanted to thank you for the make-up! Its working wonders!” Amber announced as she ran up to them. “I’m just glad that you and my Melody have put your differences behind you! Amber, right?” Verity cooed. “I’m glad too! Alana is a great friend!” Amber faked. Alana looked over at Nathaniel, who was talking to his father through the car window. “I hope you’re okay...” She thought. “Well, girls, I’d really love to stay... But, you all have school, and I’m spending the day with Agatha. I can’t wait to see what kooky activity she’s got thought up for us today!” Verity laughed. “Love you V!” Alana smiled and hugged her. “Remember, Melody. Your family is a long line of great warrior women. Their blood courses through your veins. No matter how painful the battles are, you must stand up tall and not let your enemies get you down.” Verity whispered into Alana’s ear during the hug. “Be safe today girls.” She mused to Sam and Alana as she got back into the car. “Nathaniel! Hey!” Alana waved when he walked up to her. “Is your mom enjoying herself?” He asked. “Yeah, apparently she and Nate have been hanging out with a bunch of his actor friends.” She chuckled. “That’s good. Did you have fun yesterday?” He sweetly asked. “Yeah. Armin came over and we watched anime and video games.” She replied. “Armin has been spending a lot of time with you...” He huffed. “Nath, am I detecting a hint of jealousy?” She smirked. “What?! No! I just think that it’s been a while since we hung out...” He nervously spat. “It has been a while since we hung out...” She began as she bit her lip.

It didn’t take long for a new set of rumors to begin circulating about Alana. Within the first few classes of the day, it had gotten to her that people thought she and Nathaniel were dating, that they thought she was cheating on Armin, that Castiel was still hoping to have a chance with her, and that she was being taken “under Amber’s wing”. “Peggy must be having a slow news cycle.” Alana thought. Melody was the one to bring the rumor about her relationship with Nathaniel to her attention. Kim and Iris forced Melody to confront her by the stairwell. “Alana, are you and Nathaniel dating?” Melody asked, nervously. Alana looked past the girls and noticed Peggy hiding by the basement door. “Okay, I’m going to address every last rumor. No, Melody. Nathaniel and I aren’t dating. But, I’d like to point out to you, he’s already told you “No.” at least once. Armin and I are not dating. We’re really good friends. If any of you actually enjoyed playing videogames and watching anime, you’d probably be invited to join us when we hang out. About Castiel? I don’t know how he feels about me past being my friend. When we hang out, we mostly talk about music. And as for Amber taking me “under her wing”... Why would I need to do that when she’s the one trying to get closer to MY godmother? I just want her to stop tormenting me, so I play her game.” She explained. “You know I like Nathaniel.” Melody angrily reminded Alana. A flicker of anger flared in Alana’s eyes. Her mind turned to what she witnessed over the weekend. She gathered her thoughts and looked at Melody with conviction. “That may me, but he’s not a piece of meat. He’s a human being and can make his own choices. And if you’re coming at me like this now, when he’s single, I almost don’t wanna imagine how much of a terror you’re going to be if or when he does get a girlfriend.” Alana retorted as she walked off.

“Have you heard anything?” Armin whispered when they sat down in their final class of the day. “No. I’m wondering if they’re not going to do anything until after school is out for the day.” Alana anxiously replied. “That’s possible. It would be better to surprise his dad that way.” Armin quietly agreed. “You there! Alana, Armin, you know that whispering in my class is prohibited when I’m trying to give a lecture!” Mr. Faraize called. “Oh! Sorry, sir!” Alana nervously chuckled. “We won’t do it again!” Armin laughed. Nathaniel shot them a jealous look from Alana’s other side. “Well, what is so important that you had to interrupt my class to talk about it? Surely, it can be shared with the class.” Mr. Faraize inquired. Armin looked at Alana nervously as she took a deep breath. “Well, you were discussing the cultural impact of such medias like television and movies. We were simply, quietly, adding to that discussion. Since anime, video games, and comic books apply to that same argument.” She beamed. “So, you were paying attention! Yes, they very much do apply to to this argument! Since they are all mediums that have shaped global culture and society. Look at the popularity of the Marvel Cinematic Universe... All because people like Stan Lee and Steve Ditko decided to be artists and story tellers.” Mr. Faraize smiled. “Don’t forget! Many significant people like anime as well! There are multiple world leaders who enjoy One Piece. Dragon Ball has changed the lives of children everywhere and has the world record for “Longest Fight in Shounen Anime History”. And Sailor Moon has encouraged girls to be their best selves by telling them that even crybabies who aren’t good at math can still save the world, so long as you are pure of heart and have good friends fighting alongside you.” Alana explained. “Don’t forget! Pokémon has continued to teach our generation to be kind to animals and be friends with them!” Armin piped up. “NERDS!” Someone called out. “Calm down class. Miss Roster and Mister Keenan did add valid points to today’s lecture.” Mr. Faraize ordered as the bell rang. While everyone got up and gathered their things, Mr. Faraize looked around a little frantic. “You know what? No homework tonight!” He announced.

“So, Alana? What are you doing tonight?” Nathaniel asked as he walked up to her, Armin, Sam and Kentin in front of the school. “Verity wants to hang out. Just us girls.” Alana replied. “She’s trying to get Severina here at some point, but its a bitch to pull someone out of their fancy, English, private school... Especially with her husband overriding her every wish.” Sam explained. “Oh... I thought we could hang out tonight...” Nathaniel looked down. “I wish I could, but, Verity’s husband comes back from his business trip at the end of this week, and Mom comes home tomorrow afternoon. She wants to have a special “girl’s night” with us before mom gets home.” Alana disappointedly sighed. “I can hang out man!” Armin cheerfully piped up. “Sorry, Armin... I kinda just wanted to hang out with Alana. But, thanks for the offer.” Nathaniel sadly grinned. “Oh! Some other time then! I’ll make a gamer out of you yet!” Armin beamed as Nathaniel began to walk towards his father’s car. “What was that about?” Sam asked. “I’m not entirely sure... I think he doesn’t wanna go home...” Alana observed. “Well, considering how much of a bastard his dad is, its no wonder he doesn’t wanna go there.” Armin clenched his fists.

★

Several days passed without anything being done by Social Services. Lynne came back from her trip asking a lot of questions that Alana couldn’t answer. Verity did everything in her power to distract her friend. Over the course of those days, Nathaniel got progressively more and more terrified whenever his father entered the room. There were several times Nathaniel asked Alana if her weird behavior had something to do with what she had witnessed at his house. She hated lying to him, but she knew it would be a lot worse if he knew what she had done before Social Services did anything. Amber’s behavior got worse when Verity wasn’t looking... And Peggy had begun looking for her next scoop. Even Castiel asked Alana what was going on. “I can’t tell you.” She’d said when he cornered her in the basement on Wednesday afternoon. “Do you not trust me?” He asked. “I do. But, I don’t want it to get out... And, apparently, the walls have ears.” She replied, shooting the recording equipment by the basement door a sharp look. Castiel looked behind him and noticed the equipment move. “Peggy, at this rate, you’ll be no better than the paparazzi that chased Diana to her doom!” Alana spat. Peggy muttered something that Alana couldn’t quite hear and ran off. When the girl was out of earshot, Castiel looked at Alana very seriously. “Can you tell me now?” He asked. “Not yet. I’ll tell you once something happens. I promise.” Alana sighed. He looked at her, angrily. “You know what? Don’t even bother!” He almost yelled as he stormed off. Alana looked at him, tears beginning to form in her eyes. “I do trust you Castiel... But I’m not ready to tell you...” She muttered.

★

Friday morning, the second Sam and Alana entered the school grounds, Peggy ran up to them, rather giddy. “YOU!” She yelled, her microphone in her hand and stretched out towards them. “What do you want now?” Sam asked, instantly annoyed. “I’m sure you know everything, Alana!” Peggy almost shouted. “What are you on about?” Alana asked. “Nathaniel and his parents were summoned to a meeting with the principal this morning. They are still in her office. I couldn’t understand why, exactly, but things don’t look good... For Nathaniel, in any case.” Peggy explained. “And like the parasite you are, you’re taking this like a kid at Christmas.” Sam sneered as she rolled her eyes. “So, Alana, have you decided to tell me what everyone will find out soon enough?” Peggy asked as she excitedly shook her microphone in Alana’s face. Alana took the microphone out of Peggy’s hand, looked her dead in the eyes, and smirked. “Peggy, you are not a journalist. You are a paparazzi. People like you have gotten innocent people killed. You don’t look for news. You look for scoops. It doesn’t matter how scandalous it is. In fact, the more scandalous it is, the better. People like you are the reason why our parents have taught us to swear and flip people off the second we see cameras and microphones. Since Sam and I first got into this school, we have tried to help you actually become a legit journalist and not a paparazzi... But, you refuse to actually follow our advice. Whatever is going on with Nathaniel and his family is not “news” or even a “scoop”. Its a family matter that should NOT be published in the shit rag you that you’ve turned the school newspaper into. Go fuck yourself!” Her voice rang throughout the hallway and made everyone silent. Peggy stood there, shocked as Alana handed back the microphone. “So, this is what happens when Melody Roster is pushed too far?”, “I’m glad someone finally said it! The newspaper lost integrity last year when Peggy took over!”, “Alana went off!” Several students could be heard muttering throughout the hallway. Sam noticed Mr. Faraize in the hallway and looked into his eyes. “I hope you realize, if you’d like to punish my sister for what she just did, you can always talk to our mom! She, Nate, and Aunt V were the ones who set the rules in place when it comes to how we deal with the paparazzi!” She announced.

Alana ran down the hallway towards the Principal’s Office. “Prepare yourself for the worst.” The voice in her head ordered. “Hey!” Nathaniel called as soon as she saw her. He was clearly seething. “H-Hey..” She nervously breathed. “I can’t believe you are here trying to listen in after what you did.” He chastised. “Nathaniel... Please listen to me... What I did... I did it to help you...” She quavered. “I told you not to talk about what you found out. But of course, it was out of your control. And this time, you went too far.” He scolded. Nathaniel’s anger almost prevented her from lookin Alana in her eyes. “I.. I just...” She fearfully began. “Because of you, things are even worse. Social Services came to my house and now, even the teachers are getting involved!” He did his best to not shout at her, however, his best efforts had begun to fail. “Nathaniel... I couldn’t sit by and do nothing...” She yelped. “You are such an idiot! I told you that I didn’t need help! Because of you, my dad may lose everything, or worse, go to prison! Amber is shocked and upset. She doesn’t understand what is going on. And my mom refuses to talk to my dad, as if he was an embarrassment!” He exploded. Fear, sadness and anger filled Alana. She put every molecule of effort into not letting it bubble over. “Because of me? I’m not the one who struck you! I was just trying to help you! I just wanted to make things better for you!” She almost began to cry. “Congrats, really... Once again you did a really great job! Without proof, Social Services won’t do anything anyway. And I can assure you they won’t find anything.” He sarcastically applauded. “Nathaniel! Come on, we’re leaving. Obviously, the Principal has nothing else to say.” Francis barked. His eyes turned to Alana, cursing her very existence with every second he looked at her. Nathaniel shot her an angry look as he and Amber left with their parents.

“I knew it... He hates me... I shouldn’t have done it... I don’t care if its the right thing... He hates me...” Alana thought. Tears had already begun to stream down her face as she held her mouth closed. “Get out of here. You have to go find someplace private. NOW.” The voice in her head ordered. Obviously, the main school building was out of the question. “Go to the Locker Room. No one will be in Gym right now...” The voice in her head commanded. Without another thought, Alana was running to the deepest part of the Locker Room. On her way there, she passed Castiel. “Alana?” He asked. She didn’t answer, and kept running. When the door firmly closed behind her, she found a corner near the showers, crumpled onto the floor, and breathed heavily. With each breath, her emotions bubbled and boiled. It didn’t take long for her breathing to turn into one long, fearful, sad, scream as tears streamed down her face. “Sam told me he was going to hate me if I did this... I should have listened to her... I shouldn’t have done this... I should have obeyed his requests....” She wailed. “Is this about what you weren’t telling me?” A voice asked from the doorway. Alana looked up and saw Castiel standing before her. “Go away Cass...” She cried. “Not until I get some answers. What happened with Nathaniel? Why was he yelling at you like that? Why did you not tell your friends about this? Why did you cuss Peggy out?” He asked as he got closer to her. He sat on the bench in front of her and looked at her seriously. “Fine... Its time you know...” She began as she proceeded to explain everything that had happened up until that point, except the part where she got into Nathaniel’s bed. “That bastard... That idiot thinks that if nothing gets done, he’s going to be okay... And when you actually try to help him, he repays you by treating you like garbage...” Castiel growled when Alana had finished her explanation. “It doesn’t matter anyway... Nathaniel is gonna help his father hide everything from Social Services... All I managed to do was make him hate me and make his home life worse...” She cried. “Alana...” He began. “Just stop, Cass... Nothing you’ll say will make me feel better...” Alana shook her head, stood up, dried her tears and left the Locker Room.

Rosalaya stood in the Gym, obviously waiting for her. “I was in the hall when Nathaniel yelled at you. I followed you to talk to you, but Castiel was quicker than me. From what I could hear, it wasn’t that difficult for me to put the pieces of the story together.” Rosalaya pointed out. Alana looked down. “Rosa... Between what happened with Deborah, and everything that’s going on in my family... I didn’t wanna tell too many people.” She explained. “So, who all did you tell?” Rosa asked. “Sam, Ken, Armin and Verity. They were sworn to secrecy.” Alana replied. “But you couldn’t tell me?” Rosa asked, annoyed. “Or me?” Castiel asked from behind them. “No! I couldn’t! How was I supposed to tell you two about this? “Hey guys! I know Nathaniel’s being abused by his dad. I recognize the signs because of what Carol has put my sister and me through and what Verity’s husband puts her and her daughter, Severina, through!” Doesn’t sound good, right?” Alana blurted out. Castiel and Rosa looked at her, shocked. “And now, Nathaniel hates me... I was hoping that, by some miracle, he wouldn’t by the end of this... But, as usual, I’m wrong...” Her voice quivered as she spoke. “Alana, you made the right call! You couldn’t have let the situation go on any longer!” Rosa assured her. “That idiot isn’t a martyr... Even he knows you made the right choice.” Castiel spat. Alana looked at them, thought for a couple of minutes, and sighed. “Thanks guys... I’m glad you’re both on my side with this...” She muttered. “Next time, don’t fucking keep shit like this from me.” Castiel shot as he smirked and walked away. “I hope that in the future you will remember you can count on me!” Rosa smiled as she hugged her. “Thank you Rosa... I’ll be sure to remember that!” Alana quietly mused.

Throughout the day, the school was filled with muttering about Nathaniel and his situation. No one could focus on their school work. "Even the teachers are off their game.” Armin whispered to her between classes. “Its obvious that the teachers have talked with Shermansky and they all know what’s going on.” Alana replied. The rest of the day felt as if it was going by in a blur. “So, going on autopilot for the rest of the day?” The voice in her head piped up. “Do I have a choice?” She thought back. “Yeah, you do. You can always stay engaged, take this thing head on and stand up tall. Or, you can go on autopilot, ignore everyone, and disappear.” The voice in her head told her. “I don’t wanna be here... Can’t I just go on autopilot until school is over?” She thought. “You could, but it wouldn’t do you any good.” The voice in her head replied. “But it would make this whole thing a lot easier for me to deal with.” She thought back. “Look, you knew what you were getting into when you started “Operation Purity Chalice”. You knew he’d probably hate you for a while... But, look at this way... There is a good chance that he’ll come around.” The voice in her head explained. “No... Not this time... I fucked up...” She thought back.

While on her way to find Sam, and Ken, Alana was cornered by Li, and Charlotte. “What did you do?” Li asked, angrily. “What, did your boss not tell you?” Alana shot back, annoyed. “Cut the crap, Alana. You did something, and now Amber isn’t at school.” Charlotte spat. “It is not my place to tell you. If you wanna know, either go to Amber yourself... Or read the next edition of the school paper... I’m sure Peggy has gotten wind of it and is currently writing her next tabloid slam piece, anyway...” Alana scoffed as she walked away from the two girls. Iris, Kim and Melody stood in the hallway by a set of lockers. “I hope Nathaniel is alright...” Iris muttered. “I’m sure he will be.” Kim grinned. “I don’t know what’s going on... All I know is that he yelled at Alana right before he left.” Melody shot Alana a quick smirk before looking back at the other girls with sadness. “If you honestly gave a crap about Nathaniel, you wouldn’t be focused on the fact that he yelled at me. You’d know what was actually wrong.” Alana condemned. “But, instead, she’s more focused on treating a man in actual pain like an object.” Sam chimed in. “Thank god you’re here! Can we go home?” Alana begged as she turned to her sister. “Yeah, let’s get the fuck out of here.” Sam sympathetically nodded, put her hand on Alana’s shoulder, and began leading them out of the school.

Lynne Roster did not look happy when the girls returned home. “I’ve had enough. Why did I see police officers and social workers at the Jacott Residence when I passed through their neighborhood? Why does it look like Melody has been crying herself sick? Why is my best friend not telling me things about my daughters’ activities? Why is that classmate of yours with the recording equipment hanging around the Jacott Residence and our apartment building? WHAT ARE YOU TWO KEEPING FROM ME?!” She did her best to not yell at Sam and Alana, but lost control of her voice when the apartment door closed. “Tell her Mels. Its time.” Sam urged. “But why though? Its not like she can do any good!” Alana blurted out. “Can’t do any good? I can’t do anything if I don’t know what’s going on!” Lynne called back. “Why should we tell you about Nathaniel’s abuse when you won’t even protect us from Carol?!” Alana shouted as she stormed to her room and slammed the door. The instant her door was closed, she closed the curtains, turned on her computer, and began blasting My Chemical Romance until she had fallen asleep.

Later that night, Lynne woke her up. “Come on my love. You need to take your contacts out.” She cooed. “You’re not mad at me?” Alana groggily asked. “I’m upset with you... But, after talking with both Sam, and Verity, I understand your reasoning...” Lynne replied as she sat at the foot of Alana’s bed. “Mom... Verity, Agatha, Seraphina, Nate, Sam and I have all told you what Carol does to Sam and me behind your back and you still won’t fire her. Why? She’s abusing your daughters and you can easily get rid of her for it. Because of that, I don’t see a reason to ask for your help getting Nathaniel away from his abusive father when you won’t get us away from Carol.” Alana sighed. “I’ve made sure to put distance between you two and her.” Lynne stated. “Distance doesn’t mean shit when she still looks for ways to torment and threaten us.” Alana shot. “Its complicated Melody. Carol has herself embedded in my contracts... I can’t get rid of her unless something happens that would completely destroy me.” Lynne explained. “And abusing your daughters won’t completely destroy you? Mom, we both know that’s horseshit.” Alana raised an eyebrow. “Sweetie, first... Please don’t swear so much around me... And secondly, I don’t want you to be the one to fight my battles. This isn’t something you should be dealing with...” Lynne insisted. “You’re right. It isn’t. But here we are. Your best friend is being abused by her husband. Your other best friend is dead. Your daughters are being abused by your manager... And the boy I like is being abused by his father. If I can change even one fraction of that myself, I am going to. I can’t sit by and watch the people I love get hurt. I can’t do anything about Verity. I want to help you and get Carol out of our lives, but its enough work keeping her as far away from me as I can manage. Nathaniel... By using Amber, and making that phone call, I know I did something good... I just hate the fact that he hates me for it...” Alana admitted. “Oh, my baby! You did the right thing with that boy... But with everything else, some fights are bigger than you... Look, if I work harder to but even more distance between Carol and you and Sam, will you promise to trust me more with things like this?” Lynne begged. Alana thought for several minutes. “I’ll try.” She nodded. “Good. Now, I think this weekend would be a good one to go to Weathering. Put some space between you girls and this issue. Give you time to think, and Nathaniel some room to breathe.” Lynne suggested. “Is there gonna be anyone at the house in Weathering?” Alana asked. “Aunt Skye and your cousin Freya might have said they’re coming down for the weekend...” Lynne smirked. “What about Alexander and Colin?” Alana inquired. “They’re visiting his parents in Wales. It’s just us girls this weekend.” Lynne replied.

Right before Alana fell asleep, she decided to send Nathaniel a text message. “I know you hate me right now... And I know you don’t wanna see me anytime soon... But, I’m going to Weathering until Monday. I hope you stay safe. Please just promise me you will.”

★

It was Freya and Sam that kept Alana from locking herself in her room for the whole weekend. When Freya picked the lock to her bedroom door, Alana wanted to be mad, but Sam, Lynne, Skye and Agatha all said that while Freya’s methods weren’t honorable, she did it for the right reason. Obviously, Alana’s and Nathaniel’s situation was not going to be kept a secret from Skye and Freya. “Oh my god... That poor boy! Melody, you probably saved his life in the long run!” Skye gasped when they sat down to dinner on Saturday night. “Skye, he’s hiding all of the evidence to protect his father! I didn’t do anything but make things worse and make him hate me!” Alana argued. “You still did the right thing, Mels. Although, I would have done something directly to his dad...” Freya acknowledged in between bites of her steak. “That’s because you aren’t nuanced or subtle... That would have only gotten me in trouble.” Alana sighed. “Melody... I’m sure that, once he has some time to let the dust settle, he will eventually be thankful for what you’ve done. Until then, you’ve just gotta be strong.” Skye reassured her. “That’s easier said than done...” Alana looked down at her plate. She had barely eaten any of her food. The image of Nathaniel yelling at her in the hallway played in her head on repeat. “You are such an idiot!” rang in her mind on loop. She shook her head. “I’m gonna go... I’m not really that hungry anyway...” She quietly announced. “Go where?” Lynne asked. “I’m not sure... Don’t worry, I’ll stay on the property.” Alana replied.

After dinner on Sunday night, Alana sat in the fetal position on the roof to the house while listening to music. Throughout the weekend, she had looked at her phone, hoping, praying, that Nathaniel would respond to the text she had sent on Friday night only to be met with nothing. Rosalaya, Castiel, Armin and Alexy had all messaged her, asking if she was okay, asking where she was and why she had left. She simply responded to them with the excuse that some of her Scottish family were around and they had gone to see them. They knew she wasn’t okay. And she knew how they were going to respond if she had lied to them, so she simply ignored the question. “How can I be okay... I tried to help him and it only made things so much worse... That’s all I ever do is make things worse... I want to disappear....” She muttered to herself. “You are such an idiot!”, “Because of you...” and “Congrats, really... Once again you did a really great job!” continued to play an endless loop in her head like a broken record as “Hear Me Now” by Framing Hanley reached it’s chorus. “Every time I put myself out there and try to be there for someone, I just mess things up and make things go even more sideways... Maybe I should just disappear... Maybe if I do that, people won’t get hurt by my stupidity anymore...” She muttered. “Is that how you really feel?” A voice called. Alana looked up and noticed Sam and Freya looking at her from another flat spot on the roof. “Mels... You did the right...” Freya began. “STOP TELLING ME I DID THE RIGHT THING!” Alana loudly interrupted. Freya looked at her, shocked. “I DON’T CARE IF I DID THE RIGHT THING! Every time I do “the right thing”, I end up getting hurt! I’m so sick and tired of getting hurt for the people I care about! I get hurt for mom... I’ve gotten hurt for Verity and Rini... I got hurt for Viktor... And now I’ve gone and gotten myself cut apart for Nathaniel!” Alana cried. Sam folded her arms and looked at her sister, annoyed. “Melody... Get the fuck over yourself! I know that it’s not entirely your fault that you’re so self-sacrificing. But god damn it! After a while you have to stand up for what you believe is right even if it means getting hurt in the process! You’ve known this for years! Its literally part of our raising! I TOLD YOU that he might hate you for this! I asked you, in front of Kentin and Armin, if you were ready to accept whatever Nathaniel might do to you because of this and you said that you were! Now, get off your ass, put on your “big girl panties” and face this head on! You’re a Roster, aren’t you?!” She boomed. Alana looked at her sister, brokenheartedly. “Sam...” She gasped. “You’ll never be able to stand on your own as the head of the family if you aren’t able to stand on your own two feet now. Even more so, you have the ability to make everyone in that school kneel before you if you would just show some fucking confidence! The little bursts of it have been fun, but you need to be more consistent! Show everyone, especially Nathaniel Jacott, what Melody Alana Roster, the next head of the Roster Clan after Mom, is made of! I know my “big sister” is more metal than the weak creature sitting before me!” Sam thundered.

★

Tuesday afternoon, Alana found herself being dragged to Nathaniel’s house by Sam, Kentin, Armin, Rosalaya, Alexy and Castiel. “Please no...” She begged. “What did I say over the weekend about you being more metal than this?!” Sam called as she lead the charge. “Cass... You can’t be supporting this...” Alana pleaded as she looked at Castiel. “I’m just coming along to make sure you all don’t fuck things up any more than they already are...” Castiel rolled his eyes. “Alana, we all wanna make sure he’s okay... We’re going.” Rosalaya ordered. “Especially considering Amber wasn’t at school yesterday and today either.” Kentin commented. “I didn’t expect either of them to be there today anyway... Since their dad got taken away by police over the weekend.” Alexy noted. “Wait, really?” Alana asked. “This is what happens when you run away for a few days!” Rosalaya shook her finger. “In our defense, we really did have family in from Scotland.” Sam shrugged.

When they got to the house, Sam couldn’t help but scoff. “They really are trying to be part of the aristocracy! This thing isn’t even old enough to have their estate be considered part of the “nouveau riche”!” She laughed. “Yeah, I never understood how your family knows so much about that kind of thing...” Alexy pondered. “Remember, guys, The Roster Clan is centuries old, has estates in at least three countries, isn’t formally considered noble or aristocratic, but is old enough and well off enough to be respected by the Astarian Crown. If it wasn’t for our disdain for formal titles, we’d probably have had some knights and dames in our family by now... The Astarian Crown has been trying to give titles to our section of the family for at least two hundred years.” Alana explained. “All while the English Crown has been trying to wipe us out for being Pagan, for supporting Irish, Scottish and Welsh freedom, and for openly supporting the destruction of the monarchy for centuries.” Sam added. “So, basically, we’re aristocracy-adjacent.” Alana clarified. “Welp, let’s get this over with!” Sam announced as she rang the doorbell. Within seconds, the gate opened and Adelaide appeared before them. “You? What are you doing here?” She asked, cringing at the sight of Alana. “We were worried about Nathaniel. He hasn’t been to school since Friday morning.” Rosalaya announced. “Can he come out and play?” Sam asked, almost mockingly. Adelaide looked down at the group of teenagers standing before her. “My husband and son are out, they won’t be back for a while.” She coldly replied. “Well then, can we wait for them?” Armin did his best to sound as cheerful as he could muster. Adelaide turned her eyes to Alana. “No. You aren’t welcome here anymore, Miss. Leave, before I call the p... Before I get angry!” She yelled. “Go on! Call the police, bitch! Even if Mels and I are arrested, our records will be expunged before the press even get to us!” Sam dared. “Sam, stop!” Rosalaya hissed as she turned back to Adelaide. “You don’t have to yell Ma’am. Just tell us if Nathaniel is alright.” She pressed. “He would be better if you would stop bothering him! Now leave!” Adelaide ordered as she stepped back and pressed the button to close the gate. Rage filled Alana’s body, replacing the fear that had held onto her for so long. “Sam, give me a boost! Now!” She ordered. “Alright.” Sam nodded. When Alana’s head peaked over the wall, she looked Adelaide in her eyes. “He’d be better if he had a mother that actually gave a damn about him! Instead, you and your bastard husband only care about status! You really think you’d be accepted by the aristocracy by acting this way? They may be abusive to a certain extent, but even their standards are higher than this! You’re nothing more than a pathetic, power hungry, COWARD!” She yelled, letting every drop of venom in her mouth pour into her words. Everyone but Sam looked at Alana in horror. “There she is! The next head of the family! I hope this Metal Melody starts coming out more and eventually stays!” Sam cheered. “Woah.” Castiel and Armin gasped, almost in unison as they both tried to hide the fact that they had begun to blush. “That’s new... Alana, I didn’t know you could be like that...” Rosalaya blurted out. “I’m not surprised she wouldn’t let us see him.” Alana growled. “He and his dad might be with the police.” Alexy suggested. “Look, we really can’t do anything else now... Let’s all go home and wait for him to go back to school.” Kentin suggested. “You’re right. As it is, I’ve gotta do something to commemorate my sister’s spine coming in!” Sam mused.

★

Wednesday morning, a familiar face returned to school. “Alana, guess what? Nathaniel is back.” Rosa sweetly stated as Alana stood by Sam’s locker. “Oh, really?” Alana asked, almost nonchalantly. “Yes! I wanted to talk to him but Peggy was already annoying him.” Rosa nodded. “Just like the little parasite she is... I’m gonna have to bust her equipment up.” Sam spat. “That’s fine. I’m sure if he wants to talk, he’ll come to me before the end of the day.” Alana huffed. “Alana, I’m happy that you’re not letting yourself be completely pushed around, but you should go to him at some point. It might be good for the both of you.” Rosa suggested. “Or, it’ll end in disaster if he continues to be an asshole to me for being the one to go up to him.” Alana rolled her eyes. “You both can be so stubborn... Just make you two talk today, please!” Rosa urged as she walked to class. “Go on, find him... Get this over with.” Sam insisted. “Really? You told me to be more “metal”. Metal doesn’t move. It can be fixed when it’s dented, and cleaned when it rusts. And Adamantium and Vibranium are both indestructible.” Alana pointed out. “We both know its better if you rip the band-aid off.” Sam flatly replied. “Fine! I’ll go find him...” Alana huffed as she walked off.

Throughout her search, she found several other students instead of Nathaniel. “Nathaniel completely ignored me earlier....” Melody lamented when Alana found her by the Science Lab. “Get used to that.” Alana thought. “Where is he?” She asked. “I don’t know... He left when I started talking to him.” Melody sighed. “Great... I’ll keep looking.” Alana replied as she ran off. When she got to the garden, she found Kim. “If he’s going to be so unpleasant, he could have stayed home!” Kim blurted out upon seeing her. “Let me guess... Nathaniel.” Alana observed. “Yeah... I was supposed to give him an absence note and he just sent me away! I don’t know what his problem is, but it better not last long.” Kim huffed. “If you actually knew his problem, you’d change your tune. But you don’t, so I’m telling you to change it. I get he’s being an ass, but being a dick to him won’t make his attitude any better!” Alana shot as she walked out of the garden. “Did you see he’s back?” Alexy asked as she entered the classroom. “I haven’t seen him yet... But I’ve heard he is.” She shrugged. “You might wanna stay away from him... You know he’s not in a good mood.” He suggested. “Yeah, it sounds like he’s become a monster. Good thing there are old legends about my family being monster hunters!” Alana sarcastically smirked. “Remember girl... There are stories saying that your family has slain dragons, vampires, and other monsters... Don’t forget, your great grand-father fought real monsters in the last great war! And you have stood up to Carol on multiple occasions! Whatever Nathaniel has become, he can’t be nearly as bad as what you and your family have already faced!” The voice in her head cheered.

Right as she was about to give up, Alana opened the door to another classroom and found the beast that everyone had told her to stay away from... Nathaniel. “I was just thinking that it was strange that you hadn’t come to see me yet.” He grinned. “Weren’t you the one who basically told me to stop looking for trouble?” Alana cocked her head. “Alana... You betrayed me...” He spat, instantly becoming annoyed. “Oh, please. I told you exactly what made me do it. The reasons why I instantly knew what was being done to you. And you decided to stab me in the chest for it. You know that what I did was the best option to help you....” She began, allowing a certain amount of venom to seep into her words. “STOP! You don’t have any idea what you’ve started! The police came to my house Alana, the POLICE. They took my dad and asked me questions. I thought my dad was going to have a heart attack!” He yelled. “THAT IS IT! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF HIM PATRONIZING ME!” Alana thought. “I DON’T HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I’VE STARTED?! I DON’T?! Do you have ANY IDEA what would happen if what Carol has done to my sister and me got out? YOUR family isn’t aristocracy, proper “nouveau riche” or even aristocracy-adjacent! MY family would be FUCKED! My step-dad’s reputation would be RUINED! Or, hey, let’s talk about Verity? The reason WHY I told her isn’t just because she’s one of the major people putting distance between Carol and us. SHE literally can’t escape her abuser BECAUSE of the aristocracy! The ONLY reason why Severina doesn’t get physically hurt, is because she was sent off to a fancy boarding school in England! But don’t worry! That doesn’t stop Achille Mekina from inflicting psychological damage from a distance! And if any of what Achille has done were to get out before Verity is able to prepare herself and her family for the aftermath, the ENTIRE Mekina family would be up shit creek without a god damn paddle! But, I don’t have any idea what I’ve started, right? You should be THANKFUL that your family only has to worry about the Police, and the potential financial repercussions of your father’s actions... Which, mind you, if he didn’t spend so much money trying to be something even he should know that he’ll never be, your family might have never been in debt in the first place!” She exploded. “Alana... How dare you....” Nathaniel began. “No, how DARE you! You already knew that “Sweet Little Melody Roster” was only a front and that I’ve been suppressing my true self for years. I never lied to you about who I am and what my family is... And yet you have patronized me so much during this whole thing, it is a MIRACLE that I haven’t kicked your ass yet!” Alana snapped. He looked at her, utterly horrified by the angry woman standing before him. “You know I didn’t tell the Police anything... I don’t want my dad to go to prison...” He growled. “Of course you didn’t.” Alana rolled her eyes. “I’m hoping that this whole situation will make him think...” He sighed. “Oh yeah... Abusers who get caught once ALWAYS think about stopping....” Alana sarcastically huffed as she rolled her eyes. “You don’t see past the tip of your nose, do you?” He asked, even more annoyed. “At least I can smell fresh air! Your head is up your ass!” She spat. “My family is paying a high price for this whole ordeal. My mom and sister are alone. They are completely disoriented! My dad always took care of them, of the house, of everything. They don’t understand! And if this leaks out, my dad will lose his job!” He argued. “It is not anyone’s fault but their own that your mom and sister cannot exist without your father. Perhaps some time away from him, learning basic survival techniques, would serve them well... Oh, and, by the way.... Verity looked in to your dad’s position. That new Vice President of his company? Yeah... He’s basically aristocracy-adjacent. Your dad was NEVER going to get that placement!” She retaliated. “You looked into his position?!” Nathaniel looked at her, rage in his eyes. “Verity did. What, you really think she wasn’t going to? After I explained how hard your parents were trying to get into the ranks of the Mekina Family, it became in her best interest to look into it.” Alana replied. “Alana... My dad can’t lose his job...” He growled. “You do still have a crush on him, right? Or, have you turned your back on him?” The voice in her head asked. “As of right now... I’m not sure... I want to still love the man I see before me... But I can’t lay on my back and take him being a dick to me.” She thought back. Alana looked into his eyes, taking in every molecule of pain that covered him. “You’ve got to stop this. Metal Melody is great... But remember you’re doing this because you want to help him.” The voice in her head urged. “My anger is the only thing keeping me standing right now... I can’t let it go...” She thought back. “You have to. If you care about him at all, you have to calm down.” The voice in her head pleaded. “I’m not sure I do... Do I care about him? Was it just a crush? Has that gone away now? What’s going on?” She thought. “Think back... You know he’s just lashing out because of his pain...” The voice in her head told her. Alana thought back to every moment she had shared with Nathaniel up until that point. The answer was clear... Yes, she did still have romantic feelings for him. At that moment, she did everything in her power to suppress the anger that continued to flood her veins. “Will you at least talk to him? For fuck’s sake... You now know that what he did to you was, literally, for nothing... You need to set a boundary and make sure he doesn’t cross it again.” She sighed. “That’s what I was going to do. My dad gets back home tonight. But even if things get better between him and I, know that I will never forgive you for what you did. You went too far this time.” He warned. “Fine. But, understand this... I will never forgive you for the way you’ve treated me during this ordeal.” She retorted. He looked at her, fury still ablaze in his eyes, stomped towards the door and slammed it behind him.

Alana stormed towards her locker and noticed Rosalaya and Sam standing by it. “Thanks for the advice! We just had a massive argument in a classroom! He’s never gonna forgive me for this! And I’m never gonna forgive him for the way he’s treated me! He didn’t tell the police anything because he wants to protect his family... Oh, and he was a massive, patronizing, jackass to me about it!” She called as the two girls looked at her. “What an idiot! He prefers to suffer rather than harming his father!” Rosa scoffed. “And you’ve called ME self sacrificing!” Alana snapped at her sister. She turned back to Rosa. “He thinks he’s protecting his mom and sister because they won’t know how to function without his dad. I’d almost call it “brave” or “honorable” if he wasn’t being such a complete d-bag to the rest of the world about it.” Her voice began to waver as if she was about to cry. “I’m gonna go... I’ve got something to do...” Sam announced as she angrily walked off. “Brave is stupid! What he is subjected to is unacceptable! I don’t understand why he doesn’t try to rebel at least a little.” Rosa huffed. “He did tell me that he’s going to try to talk to his dad tonight...” Alana sighed. “Well, that’s something. Let’s hope that it will help....” Rosa nodded.

★

The next day, Alana went to school, hopeful and fearful of Nathaniel’s situation. “You still angry with him?” Sam asked as they entered the main hallway. “A bit... But I’ve calmed down a great deal since yesterday.” Alana replied. Suddenly, Iris ran up to them. “It’s horrible!” She cried. “What happened?” Alana asked, instantly turning serious. “I-I... I just saw Nathaniel... I think something happened to him...” Iris sputtered. “Where is he?” Alana asked. “He went towards the second hallway.” Iris shuddered. “Give me your bag.” Sam ordered. “Thanks Sam.” Alana smiled as she passed her backpack to her sister and bolted to the second hallway. “No... Please don’t...” She thought. The second she saw him, she stopped dead in her tracks, tears coming to her eyes. “Nath...” She gasped. Nathaniel stood in the hallway, overcome by his nerves, and with bruises around his left eye. “Nathaniel... How... That black eye...” Alana almost covered her mouth to keep herself from crying, but instead continued to be frozen in fear. “I... I tried to talk to him...” He shivered. The next thing they knew, noises could be heard coming from the basement and Nathaniel immediately stopped talking. “If you could make less noise, some of us are trying to smoke in peace...” Castiel called as he got to the bottom of the stairwell. Nathaniel stared at him in silence. “Hmm, strange, I don’t remember beating you up!” Castiel chuckled. “Cass! Now is not the time!” Alana called. “Let it go, Alana.” Nathaniel ordered as he walked off, exasperated. Before she realized what her body was doing, Alana’s hand was already swinging towards Castiel’s face. When they collided, a “SLAP!” resounded through the halls and he looked at her, petrified. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Castiel?! You already know what he’s going through! Did you not think for a second about where he ACTUALLY got that shiner! You KNOW who did that to him! There was no need for you to make a joke about it!” She scolded. “Alana... It was just a joke...” Castiel huffed when he regained his composure. “Not a good one.” She spat as she turned and ran in the direction Nathaniel walked off in.

She ran into the same classroom they argued in the previous day and saw him standing by himself. “Nath... Please talk to me.” Her voice wavered. “There isn’t anything to say, Alana. I talked to my dad, to try to make him understand... That he went too far with me. But it didn’t work. Things escalated very quickly and... This... This is the result.” He sadly sighed. “Can I say something?” Someone asked from the doorway. They turned towards the voice and saw Castiel. “Here to make another bad joke?” Alana angrily asked. “Gosh, why are you following us?!” Nathaniel inquired, very annoyed. “No, Alana... I’m not here to make another “bad joke”.” Castiel replied. He turned to Nathaniel, shut the door behind him and leaned against the wall. “I don’t want to be like Peggy, but, seeing what you have on your face, and the conversation you just had with Alana, I couldn’t help but come to certain conclusions.” He explained. “I don’t see why this concerns you.” Nathaniel spat. “Castiel just lied to Nathaniel... Why?” The voice in Alana’s head asked. “To protect me? If Nath finds out that I told Cass, he’ll make my life more of a living hell...” Alana thought back. “That actually seems like a good theory... Especially with the way Castiel acts around you...” The voice in her head replied. “We have to talk, man.” Castiel stated in a very serious tone. “And if I don’t want to talk about it with you?” Nathaniel asked, getting more annoyed. “You don’t have a choice. Someone needs to get you out of this mess.” Castiel ordered. “Fine.” Nathaniel huffed as he followed Castiel out of the room. “I need a loooooonnnnnnggggg vacation after all of this! Or at least a spa day!” Alana sighed as she sat on a desk. “You might wanna go tell Rosa and Sam about this... You know what they’ll do if you leave them out.” The voice in her head suggested. “SHIT! You’re right!” She thought back as she bolted out of the classroom to find her sister and Rosa.

In her efforts to find her sister, she came across Melody. “Someone hit Nathaniel in the face... I think it has something to do with Castiel. They’ve been off together for a while now.” Melody worried. Alana rolled her eyes. “If Castiel was the reason Nathaniel had that black eye, the two of them wouldn’t be talking things out now. You know that for a fact. As it is, deep down, we all know Cass is a softie. He’s a good man with a good heart.” She replied, instantly annoyed. “I can tell that you don’t know them very well.” Melody sneered. “I know them both much better than you clearly do!” Alana scoffed as she walked off. When she reached the main hallway, she found Iris. “You shouldn’t hang around here, the principal is furious!” Iris fretted. “What happened this time?” Alana asked. “I don’t know, but I would prefer to not get involved.” Iris worried. Alana walked towards the Principal’s Office and heard yelling coming through the door. “...Inadmissible! In my whole career, I’ve never, NEVER, seen a student act out like this!” Principal Shermansky yelled. “But, Ma’am, its not what you think, I was just...” Peggy’s voice could be heard pleading. “Just what? Hiding behind the couch in the Teacher’s Lounge?!” Principal Shermansky angrily inquired. “I...” Peggy tearfully began. “I won’t tolerate this Miss Peggy! You will be in detention for three hours!” Principal Shermansky boomed. “Three hours? That’s it? The little parasite has been poking around, acting like a fucking tabloid for weeks, aiming to use Nathaniel’s pain and potential scandal, as well as any potential scandal from my sister and me, as fodder for the next issues of her damn newspaper! And she only gets three hours?!” Alana blurted out. “Miss Roster, get in here!” Principal Shermansky called. “Damn it!” Alana thought. “You know, you really shouldn’t be listening in to things like this.” Principal Shermansky cocked her head. “I’m not sorry this time! She has been hiding, poking, and prodding everyone for the latest “scoop” for the school newspaper. I’m sure even you know that it doesn’t sell well! No matter how many times she gets told that her style of “journalism” has gotten people killed, she doesn’t change! She doesn’t go after actual news stories for the school. If she did, there would be more about what the clubs are up to, and less trashy articles filled with gossip! But instead, she aims to plaster Nathaniel’s issues all over the school and use his pain to sell more papers!” Alana explained. “I thought you were my friend, Alana!” Peggy blurted out. “We stopped being friends the second you started writing gossip columns about Sam and me.” Alana snapped. Principal Shermansky turned to Peggy. “Is what she said true?” She asked. Peggy didn’t answer, but instead became very nervous. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Principal Shermansky warned. “Yes. It is true.” Peggy hung her head in shame as she spoke. “Well then, I have no other choice.... You now have two weeks detention, and until further notice, you are out of the Newspaper Club!” Principal Shermansky announced. “WHAT?! NO! You can’t take that away from me! The Newspaper Club is my whole life! Please... I promise, I’ll do better... Please don’t do this to me!” Peggy begged. “Madam Principal... I don’t believe kicking her out of the club would do any real good...” Alana began. “And what would you suggest?” Principal Shermansky asked. “Force her to get back in touch with her roots. Demote her to the base position and make her answer to someone else for once. If she’s motivated to climb back to the top, and given the ability to do so on her on true merit, she might actually have one last chance to become an honest reporter.” Alana suggested. Principal Shermanksy thought about it for a couple of minutes. “That actually sounds like a really good idea... And Miss Sharon has been a good Vice President to the club... So be it! Instead of being out of the Newspaper Club entirely, we will get Miss Sharon in here to discuss which part of the Newspaper you will be designated to report on. If you do well and refrain from falling back into your current habits, you may be promoted to other positions within the club.” She announced as she nodded. “Can I go?” Alana asked. “Yes, Miss Roster, you may leave.” Principal Shermansky.

“Why were you in the Principal’s Office again?” Rosa asked as Alana closed the door behind her. “Let’s walk and talk!” Alana mused as they walked towards the Courtyard. “So, in a sense... You got Peggy’s punishment extended, and somewhat saved her position in the Newspaper Club?” Rosa asked when they sat down on a bench in the Courtyard. “Yeah, kinda.” Alana shrugged. “Can I still hogtie her with duct tape and smash her equipment?” Sam asked. “Please don’t...” Alana sighed as she facepalmed. “So? Did you talk to Nathaniel?” Rosa asked. “Yeah... But, Castiel cut us off... He said he has a solution to Nath’s problems...” Alana replied. “Castiel is helping Nathaniel... Soon Armin will start gardening!” Rosa chuckled. “Maybe he’ll help Nath get independent from his parents.” Sam shrugged. “You think so? That wouldn’t be a bad idea... Whatever, after what Francis has done, I hope Cass can work a miracle.” Alana grinned. “Let’s keep our finger’s crossed!” Rosa cheered. “I will NEVER garden!” Armin announced as he, Kentin and Alexy walked up to them. “Hey, if Castiel is helping Nathaniel, then anything is possible!” Sam laughed. “All I know is that, after all of this... I could really use a spa day.” Alana yawned. “I’d be up for that!” Alexy excitedly clapped. “I’m in!” Rosa agreed. “I think mom would approve too!” Sam smiled. “Yeah... Count me out. But, if you wanna marathon a few games or anime, I’m in!” Armin suggested. “We can do that another day. We still have Fairy Tail to catch up on!” Alana laughed. “We will get up to date on it!” Armin raised his right hand with his thumb and pointer finger in the shape of a backwards “L”. “Yes, we will!” Alana smiled. “Hey, Sam... Let’s go to the Café for a snack on the way back to your place.” Kentin suggested. “I could eat.” Sam grinned. Alana began walking towards the school. “Where are you running off to?” Rosa asked. “I’m gonna go hang with Cass... He’s still kinda upset about the whole “deal with Amber” thing and I need to make it up to him...”Alana replied.

The halls of the school had become particularly quiet. It seemed as if the whole ordeal had everyone worried for the next major move, and not many students had any idea what was actually going on. “Shit! Did I leave part of my homework in a classroom?” Alana thought. She went towards the door to her English Class and heard two people talking. “But... I never saw anything... I don’t understand...” Amber fretted. “I think that deep down, he knew what he was doing was wrong. He must not have wanted you and mom to see it.” Nathaniel explained. “I wish things would get back they were...” Amber muttered. “You say that because everything was fine for you. But for me, it was far from being the case. At least now, I have a chance to help change things. It’s the best solution. See you later, Amber.” Nathaniel replied, his voice low. “Y-Yeah, okay.” Amber looked down as she headed towards the door. Alana quickly hid behind a locker and tried to not be seen. When both Jacott twins had left the room, she ran into the classroom, grabbed her homework folder, left the room and went towards her locker. “Well, you’re in the right place at the right time. I was looking for you.” She smiled as she noticed Castiel standing by the stairs. She opened her locker, grabbed her bag, and swung it over her back. “I figured you’d be here sooner or later.” Castiel smirked. “So, did you find a good solution for Nathaniel?” Alana inquired. “Yeah. But you don’t look too good.” He nodded. “You know I’m not feeling good... Nathaniel is gonna be mad at me for a long time for this... And that is IF he doesn’t permanently hate me for it.” She looked down. “That’s what I don’t get... Why would he be mad at you for this? It’s not your fault that his dad hit him.” He questioned. “No... But I did violate his trust when I called Social Services... I used his sister to get to him... Even though he had warned me that his dad was having Amber use me to get to Verity... And I lied to you in the process.” She explained. “And that’s why you broke up with me?” He asked, a little smirk appearing on his face. “We have to be dating for us to break up... And you’ve always said that no man would want someone as “flat chested” as me... But, in a sense, yes... That’s why those rumors started.” She rolled her eyes. “So, did you lie to me when I came to you about it?” He asked. “No! I really meant what I said when you and Demon cornered me! There was just more to my reasoning and I didn’t tell you the whole truth...” Alana replied. “Fine.” Castiel sighed. “What did you tell Nathaniel, anyway?” She asked. “Its not up to me to tell you. Leave it to him for now, when that idiot wants to tell you, he will.” He stated. “Cass... Please?” She begged. Castiel looked at her and did his best to not blush. “Look, all I can say is that if it works, your adored “president” will be fine... Once and for all.” He reassured. “Oh, please tell me that you’re not having him do something illegal.” She begged. “It was the only thing to do...” He smirked. “WHAT?!” Alana blurted out. “Relax! I’m just kidding!” Castiel laughed. “Cass! You ass!” Alana laughed as she playfully shoved him in his shoulder. “Anyway... You can’t be here just to bother me about that idiot...” He observed. “Yeah... I came to start making it up to you... Do you wanna go get some pizza?” She invited. “Are you gonna talk about that idiot the whole time?” He asked. “Nah... But I do wanna talk about my cousin Freya. She and her friends have started a punk rock/emo girl band called The Electric Dragons.” She smiled. “Really? But if you bring up that idiot, I’m leaving.” He smirked. “Understood. Now, let’s go. I’ll buy.” Alana laughed as they began walking towards the parking lot.

★

Nathaniel didn’t show up to school for a few days. Everyone figured that he was taking that time to go through with what Castiel had told him to do. Happy to finally have a sense of peace in her home, Lynne insisted on taking the girls and some friends to the spa. Alexy and Rosa instantly jumped on the offer. Amber and her friends left Alana and Sam alone. Each time Alana had the idea to talk to Amber, Amber would run away before Alana could even say “Hi.”. Peggy had been demoted to strictly the sports section of the newspaper. She complained, but, thanked Alana for at least not letting her get kicked out of the club. Alana’s habits of hanging out with Castiel and Armin got back to their regular schedule, but everyone knew that some of the times she’d be alone in her room were simply placeholders for if Nathaniel wanted to hang out with her again. It became a bit of unsaid knowledge that Armin and Castiel had become the only ones in the core group to not know about Alana’s deeper feelings towards Nathaniel. Sam’s teasing towards Alana and her “harem” resumed and caused several spats in the Roster Apartment, but it was nothing Lynne couldn’t handle. In fact, she was ecstatic that her daughters were having simple “sibling spats” rather than actual arguments for a change.

Days continued to go by with no sign of Nathaniel’s return to school. Alana tried to text him, only to receive no response. It wasn’t until Amber had told her friends that her brother would be returning soon that news spread like wildfire. In an effort to keep herself occupied when she wasn’t spending time with anyone, she tucked her nose into her books. She decided to read Discworld by Sir Terry Pratchett in it’s entirety so that she could enjoy some adventure and magical hijinks. Alana was sitting beneath a tree in the school Courtyard reading Wyrd Sisters when Rosalaya appeared before her. “Alana?” She asked. "Yes?” Alana inquired as she closed her book and looked up at Rosa. Rosalaya looked at her very seriously. “Someone wants to talk to you.”

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Honestly, I dreaded writing this chapter. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy I wrote it. It is an essential chapter to Nathaniel’s story, and by extension, Alana’s. But, as a survivor of physical, mental, emotional, and financial abuse from the hands of my own mother and my mother’s best friend, it was hard to write. The episode itself was painful to play... By the time Episode 23 came out, I had already fallen in love with Nathaniel... But, this episode made me feel a true bond with him. We were both victims of our parents’ malice and selfish desires. Just as Nathaniel is able to move on from his trauma and live for himself, I have managed to do the same.

If your parent or loved one is abusing you, please seek help. Get yourself out of the situation. Go no contact if you must. If you can, seek therapy. Don’t wait for your parent to pass away like I did.

I had contemplated having the banner focus on the bedroom scene between Nath and Alana... But, I decided it would be best to focus on the 5 major players in this chapter.

I picked Sharon to be the first name of the Vice President to the Newspaper Club because Peggy is the President... It’s a Marvel reference... “Peggy Carter” and “Sharon Carter”...

Special thanks to Belodie for having her playthroughs on YouTube! I watched her video to keep up with the timeline for this one!

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THE HAUNTING OF HASTINGS HOUSE

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FIRST FIVE CHAPTERS

Chapter 1

The sky was heavy with rain and, from the looks of it, would deliver at any moment. Emily hurried across the parking lot to the real estate office, and the bell above the glass door chimed above her as she entered the peaceful, air-conditioned interior of the office. Emily was thankful she arrived inside when she did because the sky opened with a torrential downpour just a few seconds after she had.

Emily stood there, watching the raindrops pelt against the glass windows. She could not believe how quickly the weather had turned. She turned to the receptionist, who was staring at her amusedly.

“Looks like you made it just in time,” the receptionist chuckled.

Emily smiled, feeling a bit embarrassed. “Yeah, it’s coming down out there.”

The receptionist nodded. “It’s been like this all week. I’m ready for some sunshine.”

Emily laughed. “Me too. I am here to meet Amori Black about a property she wanted to discuss with me. Do you know if she is available?”

The receptionist nodded. “Amori’s in her office. I will let her know you are here. Just take a seat in the waiting area.”

Emily thanked her and made her way to the seating area. She could not help but feel nervous. Emily saw a mirror above a leather couch, smoothed down her wavy red hair, and pinched her ivory cheeks for some color. She heard a door open in the back of the office, and a high-pitched feminine laugh came from the hallway. She plastered a smile as her high school friend from years ago appeared around the corner.

Emily saw Amori approach her with open arms, ready to embrace her old friend. She forced a smile and hugged her back, trying to ignore the feelings of inadequacy that washed over her. They parted, and Amori looked at her with a delighted expression. “Why Emily Buchanan!” “If you aren’t a sight for sore eyes!” Amori exclaimed.

They both sat on the couch, and Emily felt Amori’s piercing blue eyes. She shifted uncomfortably under the gaze, feeling self-conscious.

“So, Emily, I have a proposition for you that I think would be perfect for you,” Amori said, handing her a folder. “It’s an old mansion on the outskirts of town.” The former caretakers returned to their state to be with the grandkids two weeks ago.”

Amori Black was the pretty local realtor who gushed sweetness and southern hospitality. She was tall and imposing with platinum blond hair in a high ponytail that showed off her gorgeous cheekbones, and her full lips were painted a Knock Em Dead Red that revealed that showstopper high-wattage smile. Emily cringed under her scrutiny of her. She visibly shrunk in posture at Amori’s perfection compared to her mousy, plain appearance.

Amori grabbed Emily softly around her shoulders and pulled her to her. One of her long red nails brushed hard against the side of her neck, and Emily winced, but she did not draw away. Emily accepted the hug. Amori smelled like Coach Floral. It was a fragrance that she had worn since Emily knew her in grade school. It smelled great. It was then that Emily felt it -- the bump. Amori was pregnant. She glowed in an intelligent cherry-red pantsuit that hugged her tightly.

“God…why did I come here?” Emily thought silently. It was a mistake to come here. Amori wore a white satin blouse unbuttoned halfway, showing smooth, tanned skin and cleavage. Her baby bump stuck out prettily. She was announcing its impending arrival in what Emily guessed to be maybe a few more months. She stilled and ended the hug. Amori’s smile faded for just a moment but then returned brilliantly as before. “I am sorry, Ems. I was not thinking. I am so sorry.” Amori apologized. Now, Emily felt very awkward, and she just wanted to leave. Amori touched her on the small of her back with her hand.

“Let’s go to my office.” Amori led Emily down the hallway. “You just have a seat here, and we will do some paperwork, ok?” Emily was led to a large and bright sunny room painted a cheery bright yellow with gray laminate floors that made Amori’s red high heels click on the surface with every step she took. “Have a seat here, and I will be right back.” Amori left the room, and a few short minutes later, she came back in with a manila folder and slapped it down on the desk in front of them. Emily breathed in deeply and exhaled. Amori sat down opposite her and perched a pair of sassy black reading glasses on the bridge of her nose.

She pulled out a few papers, smiled down, and folded her arms in front of her on the table. She took off her glasses and looked at Emily.

“So,” her voice was more empathetic at this point. “How have you been, Ems? I know this has been so hard for you.” she sympathized. Amor’s expression looked sad.

Emily sighed and shook her head.

“I have just been taking it daily and dealing with it as best as possible,” she said softly. Amori pulled a small glass bowl with a lid before her and took the top off with a flourish. Amori had filled the dish with green candies in yellow wrappers. “Jolly Ranchers!” Amori exclaimed. “I have been craving them like crazy since carrying this little lady.” Emily’s green eyes widened in her pale, heart-shaped face. She bowed her head. It was as if Amori had taken just a little bit of pleasure in revealing the sex of her baby was a girl. Emily knew that Amori had a side like that. She liked to rub salt in the wound. This wound was wide open and bleeding still. It always would be. Amori noticed the dark shadow pass over Emily’s face.

“Fuck Ems!” she exclaimed. “I just can’t keep my mouth shut, can I?”

Emily shook her head slowly. “It is ok. You cannot tiptoe around me forever. You have your life to live and a beautiful baby girl on the way. Congrats to you and Phillip. “

Amori had that glow about her again. “Thank you so much, Ems. It sure has been long enough!” I was beginning to wonder if IVF would ever work.

“Would you like one?” she held out an apple Jolly Rancher in her left hand.

Emily held up her hand.

“I’m fine, but thank you.” she discouraged.

Amori popped a candy in her mouth and sucked on it loudly.

“So…here is the contract. Amori gathered a stack of papers and handed them over to Emily. On top of the pile was an old, grainy black-and-white photo of an old mansion.

Emily took the stack of papers in hand, but her eyes remained fixed on the photograph. The mansion in the photo was a grand old thing with a sprawling lawn and ivy-covered walls. Despite the image’s graininess, Emily could almost feel the cool, damp air around the old place.

Emily picked up the photo and stared at it. She felt a chill crawl down her spine. Amori sighed and leafed through some papers as she spoke.

“Mama said that it was a beautiful house back in its day. It was grand and stately, like something out of a movie. The same family has owned it for generations since the 1860s. Sadly, no one has lived there since the last family matriarch died in the 2020. “Emily looked up from the photo and stared at Amori incredulously. “Really? Who was the last one to live in the house? Do you know?” Amori nodded and smiled as she placed the papers back in order. “The last person to live there was Majorie Hastings. You remember her daughter, I bet? Her name was Hillary Hastings. The mousy-looking genius of a girl with plain features and huge Coke bottle glasses always jumps at the slightest sound. I always thought that she was so weird. She could have been pretty if she wore some makeup!” Emily tried hard to remember. “So, why is Hastings House not being sold? The family could get some major money on the house, right?’ Emily questioned.

Emily felt a thrill of excitement run through her. She had always loved old houses and the stories they held, and this mansion looked like it had plenty of both.

Emily took the stack of papers and the photo with a curious expression. She had never seen anything like it before. The image was old and worn, the corners bent and the edges frayed, but it still held an undeniable elegance.

Amori sighed. “Well, Hillary called me last week….and get this! She is married to a doctor, has three kids, and lives in New Zealand. Good for her, right?” she gushed.

Emily nodded in agreement. “Yes.”

Amori grabbed another Jolly Rancher and took it out of the wrapper.

“Hillary told me that she was forbidden to sell the mansion on her mother’s deathbed, and she promised her mom that she would not. She is going to fix it up and keep it.” She finished and grabbed a pen out of a plastic cup on the corner of the desk with the name Dafford Real Estate printed on it.

“She desires to have someone there to take care of it, and she will hire contractors to bring it back to its former glory and maybe break it up into units down the road or something, but it will always stay in the family.” she volunteered.

Emily stared at the picture again and felt a sense of foreboding, which was strange because she usually did not sense things like that.

But there was something about the picture that drew her in. It was another black-and-white photograph of the old mansion, which seemed to her to have a dark past. Emily could not help but feel as if secrets were hiding behind the walls of the grand estate. She studied the picture, trying to decipher clues about the mansion’s history, but the image remained enigmatic.

“I appreciate you looking for me, Amori, and thinking of me when this house came open. It is enormous, and I cannot afford to spend money on anything. I am barely making it as it is financially. I have had it so hard since Luke and Isla passed, and it is a true struggle to make it. Are there some cheaper options available? Like a room for rent or something? I am only getting twenty hours at work right now. I just cannot afford the apartment anymore since our savings were used for the funeral expenses and bills. I need money for gas and food, and that is it.

She felt so low having to explain all of this to Amori. What must she think of her? She was at the bottom of the barrel, and there was no way out. Emily saw no light for her at the end of her tunnel.

“It is your only choice right now, I am afraid. Hastings House is vacant and needs care, and with the economy what it is, renting is not going to be easy for you right now. No one is leaving, and they are staying put. Hillary will let you stay for free if you agree to remain in the house and take care of it. Emily, I know that you have your reservations. But I think it could be a win-win situation—you get to live there for free, and Hillary was happy to hear you were willing to take care of their old mansion. She remembered you and heard about your tragedy of losing your husband and sweet Isla. She asked if you would keep the garden of roses and just do light housekeeping, and you are free to move about the house without any limitations. It is all open to you. Emily sighed and nodded her head. She did not have much choice: “I’ll do it.”

Amori smiled with relief and reached out to pat Emily’s hand. “Thank you, Em’s. You will not regret it, I promise. You can move in as soon as you want.”

Emily forced a smile. She could not shake the feeling that something was off about the mansion, but she could not put her finger on what it was. Nevertheless, she needed a place to stay, and if it meant taking care of an old, creepy house, so be it.

After Emily signed the contracts, she gathered her things; Amori hugged her goodbye and went out into the rain, clutching the old brass keys. She did not even open her umbrella. She did not care that she was getting drenched; Hastings House was her only choice. Emily got in her white Camaro and took a deep breath. Moving was a massive step for her, but she knew it was right. Emily could finally leave her depressing apartment behind and start a new chapter. She just hoped she could handle the responsibility of caring for such a grand old mansion.

As Emily looked at the photograph of Hastings House, she could not shake the feeling that something ominous was lurking behind those walls. She felt so very alone and so very hopeless as she drove away. “Fuck Luke. I do not know if I can do this.” There was no response, only silence.

Chapter 2

Emily left the real estate office, drove to the local Andy’s Hardware store, and bought a few large and small boxes, tape, bubble wrap, packing paper, scissors, and tools. Emily arrived back at her apartment and discovered that she was starving despite the stress that she felt in the pit of her stomach.

Emily tossed a frozen dinner of mac and cheese and fish sticks in the microwave and chased it down with a cold glass of sweet tea from the fridge. The rain had stopped, and she could hear the crickets singing a night symphony from her balcony. Emily opened the sliding door, and a gush of the cool breeze after the rain stirred the red tendrils of hair stuck to her face. It felt so good.

The night sky was velvet black and sprinkled with millions of sparkling stars. Emily grabbed her tea, went onto the balcony, and looked up into the sky. She continued looking up and saw a shooting star making a dazzling descent across the stars. She had no wish to make it at that point. Her desires had indeed come true, only to be cruelly ripped away. The worst part was that it was her fault. Emily was in her bubble of pain and misery.

Emily sipped her tea and leaned against the railing, staring into the darkness. The world seemed vast and infinite, yet she stood on the balcony, her eyes fixed on where the shooting star had disappeared, lost in thought. Emily knew she should not blame herself, but the guilt was overwhelming. Emily had made a costly mistake and was now paying the price.

As she stood there, lost in her thoughts, she heard a noise from inside her apartment. Her heart skipped a beat as she quickly turned around, her hand going to the pocket where she kept the small knife she always carried.

But it was just her cat, Mr. Nibbles, knocking over a vase on the coffee table. Emily sighed in relief and returned inside, closing the balcony door behind her.

Emily looked at the boxes she had bought earlier, and for a moment, Emily was tempted to start packing at once. But she knew she needed to eat something first. She opened the microwave and took out the now-hot meal of mac and cheese and fish sticks.

Tears filled her eyes at the memory of six months ago when life was so perfect and beautiful. She and Luke had been married for five years. Their daughter Isla was three, and Emily was due to deliver their son any day. Luke had started an IT company with his best friend from college, and it just looked like life could not get any better.

Emily woke up with an intense craving for ice cream around midnight all those months ago. She shuffled uncomfortably into the living room, where Luke worked on his laptop. Her wavy red hair was in a loose bun, and she wore one of Luke’s white T-shirts that was three sizes too big, even with her extended belly. Luke looked up when she walked in and smiled at that gorgeous, disarming smile of his that made her melt. He still had such an effect on her.

Emily sat on the couch next to Luke, snuggled up to him, and breathed in his scent. He smelled freshly brewed coffee and a hint of his favorite cologne, Paul Sebastian. She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. “What are you working on?” she asked, trying to start a conversation.

“Just some last-minute client requests. Nothing too urgent,” Luke replied, stroking her hair gently. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m alright. Just a little restless,” Emily said, shifting her weight. “I can’t stop thinking about ice cream.”

Luke chuckled. “Well, we can’t have that now, can we? Let me see what I can do.” He got up from the couch and disappeared into the kitchen.

Emily smiled to herself. She loved how Luke always knew how to make her feel better. Luke returned quickly.

“No ice cream, my love, but I’ll make a run.” He said and leaned down to kiss her belly.

“You are keeping your mom up, son?” Emily giggled because the whiskers of Luke’s dark beard tickled her through the fabric. In response, their son kicked her against her stomach. They both laughed. Emily kissed the top of Luke’s head and then heard a small laugh coming from behind them. They turned and looked.

“Isla, you are supposed to be in bed, young lady,” Emily said in a low mock stern voice. She could not be mad at her. Emily held her arms to her, and Isla flew across the room into them. She grabbed Emily’s neck and tucked her little blond head into her shoulder. Luke’s brown eyes met Emily’s tenderly, and he rubbed Isla’s back slowly.

“Butter Pecan, huh?” he asked with a smirk. Emily smiled prettily. “Yes, please.”

Isla looked up and shouted. “Ice cream Daddy!” I want ice cream!” They all laughed that endearing family way, and Luke ruffled her curly blond hair. He picked up Isla and held her against his chest. Luke whispered something in her ear, and she nodded enthusiastically. He stood with her and looked down at his beautiful wife, glowing with their unborn child. “I will take this little one and get her some Chocolate Chip Nutty Buddy cones. We will go to the Neighborhood Wal-Mart down the road. Be right back, babe.” he said. Luke grabbed his wallet off the hallway table, helped Isla put on her jacket and Crocs, and they left the apartment.

Emily wandered back into the bedroom and collapsed on the king-sized bed. She let the ceiling fan above the mattress blow over her and lifted the T-shirt, exposing her bare, swollen belly. The soft whirring motion of the fan above her lulled her to sleep. She would sleep until they got back with the ice cream.

Emily thought only a few minutes had passed when she heard a loud knock on the front door. She was disoriented and stumbled down the hallway to the front entrance. Why was Luke knocking? Did he lose his keys? Emily did not bother to look through the peephole in the steel door. She unlocked it and opened it up. Her blue eyes widened in her heart-shaped face, and the blue lights from the squad car reflected against her white Camaro parked in the driveway.

“Mrs. Buchanan? “The female police officer questioned softly. Her partner, a young guy in his early twenties, stood beside her. Emily nodded her head as if in a dream state.

“I’m sorry to tell you this, but…… there was an accident about an hour and a half ago….,” She trailed off when she saw Emily’s eyes fill with tears.

Emily smiled softly.

“No… you are mistaken. Luke and Isla are fine. They went to get me some ice cream at the store.” She finished as she saw the officers shake their heads.

The man spoke up when he saw she was far along in her pregnancy. “Ma’am, maybe you would like to step inside where it is cooler?” he suggested kindly.

Emily braced her hands against his chest and pushed him away roughly. He stumbled back, almost falling off the side of the steps.

“No,” she whispered, shivering from the shock her body was entering.

She knew. They did not have to tell her. Luke and Isla were dead. She could feel it in every fiber of her being. They did not make it. She turned away from them and walked down the steps and onto the driveway. Emily was barefoot, and her heart pounded violently. She peered down the road…hoping at any moment that Luke’s black Chevy Silverado would come around the curve with its loud v-8 engine roaring. She would smile, walk to the truck’s passenger side, and open it. Emily would unbuckle Isla’s seat belt and pick her up, and they would walk into the house, have ice cream, and go to sleep afterward, and everything would be okay. But there was no truck.

Emily continued staring, and the female police officer touched her on the shoulder. Emily turned quickly and looked at her pleadingly, but the officer’s expression did not change. Emily let out the loudest, gut-wrenching sob that they had ever heard. The sky opened, and icy shards of the coldest hard rain began to pour down, drenching her and the officers. She sank to the pavement on her bare knees and collapsed on the stone pavers. The officers ran to her side, dispatching the paramedics, and she grabbed her stomach in a blinding pain that made her gasp for air. Emily screamed angrily into the night. She was going into early labor. She still had a few months to go. It was too early to have her son. Her belly seized her, and she cried out, clutching the young male officer’s hand. He held it as she opened her legs and began to push. She cried. She screamed. Neighbors looked on silently and sadly at the scene, knowing something terrible had happened to the young mother.

In the middle of the thunderstorm, Emily gave birth to her stillborn son. The paramedics took her to the hospital in the ambulance, and when she arrived, and they were taking her out of the back of the transport vehicle, she heard that it was a drunk driver in an 18-wheeler truck that had hit them head-on coming back from the store. Luke hit a guardrail and went over the embankment. Luke and Isla were killed instantly.

The stress of the accident had caused Emily’s body to go into early labor and brought on a premature delivery of her baby boy. Emily wept as she accepted this reality. There would be no Luke and no Isla and no baby boy. They were gone forever. Emily lost her family in the space of two hours. Emily wanted to die. It was all her fault.

Luke, Isla, and their son, whom she named Nathan Luke… were buried side by side in the family plot at Edward’s cemetery. Luke’s parents flew back from their trip to Paris and helped Emily with the funeral expenses and getting all of Luke’s documents in order. They were devastated as they stood by the graveside on a beautiful, clear, and warm day and watched their caskets lowered into the soft ground. Luke was well-loved, and many attended the services to pay their respects. After the funeral, Emily asked her-in-laws to take her home, and she hid in the bedroom as mourners brought boxes of food and reminisced about old times. She could hear laughter and crying at the same time, and she buried her head under several pillows and tried to drown the sounds out, but to no avail.

***

Emily pressed her head back against the chair she was sitting in and took another sip of her tea. Even though it had been six months, she could still feel the baby. She could feel its ghost movements against her belly, and she cradled her flat tummy and sighed. “I’m so sorry, Nate.” She told her phantom child that she only wanted her family back and she could not have it. There was no way to get those moments before, and Emily realized that even her wildest wishes could not make her family return.

Emily wiped her eyes with the tail of her yellow T-shirt and entered her bedroom. She grabbed a black suitcase tucked casually in the back of her closet. She unzipped it, retrieved a framed photograph of her family on the beach in Hilton Head last year, and placed it inside the bag. She zipped it up tight and tugged it close to her chest. She would take it to Hastings House, put it in a particular spot, and always keep it close.

***

The following day, Emily smiled through her sorrow as she looked around the apartment one last time. She lightly chuckled as she remembered she and Luke making love, christening every room when they first moved in. Emily remembered bringing Isla home from the hospital, a tiny bundle of joy in pink blankets and placing her in her crib, and she and Luke looking down in wonder at the perfect little life they had created together. She peered in the bathroom where she had taken a pregnancy test and left the positive stick on the counter for Luke to find—so many beautiful memories.

The streets were silent and empty that following day. Emily loaded up the boxes and started her car. She drove away from her old life, holding the keys to the new, and went towards Hastings House, where a new journey awaited her. Emily cried again over Luke and Isla.

The rain had started again, matching her mood as she drove through the dreary and cold storm.

Chapter 3

For Emily, it took about 30 minutes to arrive at Hastings. The mansion was in the Low Country of South Carolina. When she arrived at the massive gates, she looked up in awe. She slowly drove through them and up the curving driveway until the gray facade of the mansion came into view. She pulled up to the old mansion, surrounded by tall Weeping Willow trees that swayed slowly with the summer wind. “Oh my God!” she said in shock. She took a deep breath where she parked her car and turned off her engine. Emily sighed heavily and released her seatbelt. She stepped out of the vehicle and, standing in the light rain, she smiled up at the sizeable looming structure of Hastings House, and Emily felt that sense of dread again. She grabbed her bags and suitcase and slowly made her way up the pavers to the door. The house’s exterior walls were old and faded grey brick adorned in climbing green Ivy, and the windows were shrouded in thin spider webs. She took the large Brass key and clutched it tightly.

Emily had to brace herself as she opened the large double oak doors and stumbled into the darkened hall of Hastings House. The cold welcome chilled her to the bone, and she half expected a ghost or two to try and scare her off, but nothing happened. “You don’t believe in ghosts, Ems.” she reminded herself. The air was cold and damp, and the smell of age wafted. Emily felt uneasy as if someone were watching her. She took a deep breath and steeled herself as she stepped further into the massive foyer. Emily looked up in wonder at the crystal chandelier above her. She thought that if it were to fall, she would be dead. Emily stepped deeper inside the first floor and looked around the grand living room with large, draped windows and an intricate rug that looked like it belonged in a palace. The second floor was bright, with light from the large windows shining down on the marble floor. Emily could see a grand piano to her left and a hallway with doors lined up leading somewhere. As she ventured further into the dimly lit rooms, she got an overwhelming sense of presence, as if someone were walking with her. Emily dismissed it. She picked up her suitcase and took a few steps further into the room on the left. A gust of chilly wind blew through the open hallway, making her shiver. She quickly shut the door, and the breeze dissipated.

Emily laughed nervously. She gasped and looked around at the tall ceilings and the intricate moldings on the walls. Emily was surprised by the beauty and elegance of the room she was standing in. Although time had taken its toll, the room still had a sense of grandeur. This feeling of not being alone heightened as she stumbled into an extensive library and saw a figure standing in the far corner dressed in white, facing the wall. Emily screamed in fear and fright as she saw the figure move towards her, walking backward, and she scrambled back. Emily dropped her bag, and her heart pounded quickly. Emily placed her hand over her heart to slow it down. The figure spoke, and Emily felt relief when she heard a familiar voice.

Amori, the real estate agent, stepped out from the shadows. “I see you have arrived,” Amori said with a small smile. Emily cried out. “Amori! You scared the shit out of me!” she yelled, but her face was relieved. Amori chuckled. “I certainly was not going to let you come out here and walk through the house alone.” she drawled in her southern accent that could melt frozen butter. Emily breathed deeply, and together, she and Amori ventured through the mansion, amazed at its beauty even though it was so old. However, darkness still pervaded the place, and Emily felt a chill run down her spine as she and Amori climbed the wide Bifurcated Staircase.

The creaking of the stairs and reverberations of their footsteps echoed around them, and Emily could feel a strong presence increasing the further they climbed. The wood railing was smooth beneath her palms. Amori looked pretty in a long white flowing dress with her blond hair pulled back in a half up half down style with tendrils framing her face. She looked back at Emily and smiled.

“So, this mansion was built in the 1850s, and is it not just like stepping back in time?” she gushed excitedly. Emily saw the haunting family portraits that had been hung on the walls gracing both sides of the grand double staircase, and it seemed as if their eyes followed her. She shivered and hurried up the stairs to catch up to Amori. Emily agreed with a nod of her head. “Yes, it is for sure.” They arrived at the top of the second floor, then turned around and looked back down. They had climbed a lot of stairs. Emily placed her hand on the wooden rail in front of her and had a flash of something so horrific that she stumbled backward. She backed into a large potted plant and almost knocked it over. Amori knelt in front of her with great concern on her face. She grabbed her hand. “Are you ok?” Amori asked, concerned.

Emily closed her eyes to erase the image that she had seen. She never wanted to see that again. Not ever. A woman or girl stood where she stood and then placed her hands around the railing, hauling herself over the bar and falling. What in the hell? Why had she seen that? It was as if the person wanted to jump. The creepiest part of all? She was smiling as she was doing it.

Emily took a few deep breaths and tried to steady herself. She looked down at her hand, which was still trembling. “I don’t know what just happened,” she said, her voice shaking. “I had this sudden feeling, like something terrible happened here.”

Amori looked at her with a mix of curiosity and concern. “What kind of feeling?” she asked.

“It was like a flash,” Emily said, trying to find the right words to describe what she had experienced. “Like…like a memory, but not my own. It was like I was seeing through someone else’s eyes.”

Amori’s eyes widened. “That’s…unsettling Em’s,” she said.

Emily nodded, still feeling shaky. “Yeah. I do not know what it was, but I do not think I want to stay up here any longer.”

Amori stood up and brushed off her knees. “Alright. Let us head back downstairs.”

Emily could not block out the face with an unholy visage as they descended the staircase. It scared her.

“Are you ok?” she asked again.

Emily sighed. “Yes. I am just so tired and did not get enough sleep last night. The mind was playing tricks.” she said softly.

Amori smiled again and chuckled nervously.

“What did you see, Ems?” Emily questioned curiously.

Emily shook the image away. She did not want to resurrect it again.

“It does not matter. Let us continue the tour, shall we?” She dismissed the subject, and Amori said nothing else.

They continued to traverse the mansion inside and out, and for a moment, Emily had forgotten about the vision she had seen at the top of the stairs. She started to adjust to the atmosphere of the mysterious old mansion and was beginning to enjoy the thought of living in a beautiful place such as this. She certainly felt that the mystery of Hastings House was slowly beginning to intrigue her increasingly. Why would it not be sold to another family to enjoy it in the future? Why let it just sit empty? Why?

After hours of walking and talking, Emily and Amori finally returned to the house. She had enjoyed touring the grounds and the gardens. The flowers were well kept; someone still cared for them because the roses were stunning, and the beds had no weeds Emily could see. Amori said she would find out who the groundskeeper was and get back to her when she found out. They toured the large kitchen with marble counters, white cabinets, and a black and white checked floor. The kitchen was accented with touches of red and had a very French Country vibe. Red curtains hung from the smaller window above the sink, and longer drapes of the same color swept the floors gracefully in the eat-in area of the same space. Emily loved to cook and fell in love with the chef’s stove and massive stainless-steel refrigerator. She could make some great meals here. She could only imagine the beautiful meals the cooks made in this kitchen over the decades.

Amori sighed.

“Girl. I am pooped! This place is massive and just gorgeous!” Amori exclaimed. “I am going to head on out, but you are sure you don’t want one of the many suites upstairs?” she asked incredulously. “I mean. There are fourteen bedrooms up there, and the only one that appeals to you is the maid’s quarters off from the kitchen?” she questioned like Emily was strange.

Emily leaned against the massive island and folded her arms.

“I like it.” She spoke. “It has personality and color, and I felt very homey there, which suits me just fine.” She finished.

It was by accident that Emily found the room. She looked back toward the house from the garden, saw the room built off from the kitchen, and saw the cheery daffodil yellow curtains adorning the large bay window. Emily looked at it and returned to the house, leaving Amori in the garden. She walked through the kitchen door, wandered down a small, tiled hallway, and found a closed door with a delightful stained-glass pane in the middle of the wood door. Emily placed her hand on the brass knob and turned, but it would not budge. Amori had returned inside by that point and looked hard at Emily.

“What are you doing?” she asked loudly.

Emily looked behind her to see where Amori was standing.

“I saw this room from the garden, and I want to see what is in here,” she explained.

Amori shook her head.

“Have you tried the master key?”

Emily sighed. “Yeah…. but it will not open it,” she said, frustrated.

Amori returned to the kitchen, picked up the manila envelope with the contract, and reached down to the bottom, and her fingers closed around a set of keys. To what they went to? She did not know, but it was worth a try, right?

She walked back down the hallway and handed the keychain to Emily.

Emily took the keys and smiled. She tried the first one, but it did not fit. Emily pushed the second key in, but it was the same; then she tried the third key, and it opened with a satisfying click.

She opened the door and beamed as she stepped inside. The room was tiny compared to the others, but the colors were impressive. Vibrant yellow adorned the walls, while a laminate floor in a lively hue lit up the space. Someone had dressed the large white iron bed in cobalt, patterned pillows, and a fluffy white bedspread and comforter. Emily opened her arms and declared, “I think this is it!” Amori looked around in approval. “It’s certainly you, Ems.” Emily could agree; she admired the small gas fireplace in the right corner and the adjoining full-sized bathroom with an inviting soaking tub. She was also pleased to find a cozy area with a TV and entertainment center for relaxing.

“Em’s!” Amori exclaimed.

Emily followed her voice and then saw a separate smaller area off from the bathroom with a nice-sized armoire built in and shelves for things.

“I will sleep in here for sure.” She told Amori.

Amori looked at her watch, and her eyes widened.

“Oh goodness. I have been here for hours.”

Emily stepped out of her house and stood in the round driveway. As the sun set, so did its light; the green rolling hills slowly transitioned into a deep purplish hue.

Amori opened the door on the shiny black Lincoln Navigator and got in, shutting the door behind her. She looked ahead of Emily and saw the lights on in the house. They had located the breaker box, and the place flooded with light. She was worried about Emily, but she would not tell her that. She was worn out and exhausted, and her ankles had swollen slightly from all the standing and walking through the house and the grounds. This house would give her a lovely commission if only she could talk the owner into selling it, but that would not happen.

“Call me if you need me, ok?” Amori said.

Emily smiled and wrapped her arms around her to ward off the night chill. She was nervous about her first night, there was no doubt, but she was going to fix some food that she brought in her cooler, have a soda, and go to bed in her cozy little space. It felt like a cottage space to her.

“I will be fine, Amori. Thank you for spending the day with me.” She was grateful for it.

Emily watched Amori drive away and continued looking until the SUV disappeared around the bend in the road. She was alone. Emily felt a chill creep down her spine and turned to the house. You know when you sense someone watching you. You just feel it, and Emily thought it now. She slowly approached the house and walked up the front steps. Emily opened the door and walked inside the brightly lit foyer. She closed and locked the large doors behind her, and she walked faster as she made her way to the kitchen to make a sandwich. The past owners updated the kitchen. Recessed lighting was in the ceiling and over the counters. Emily grabbed her green cooler off the counter and opened it. She opened the bag of ham and rolled it up, eating a few pieces of it, and then popped open a can of coke and drank it in almost one gulp.

Nine o’clock had arrived, and Emily was finally ready to turn in for the night. Exhaustion had taken over her body, but she still needed to check that the house was secure before she could crash.

Emily left the open kitchen and went down the hall to the front of the house again. She turned off the light switch on the wall by the doors and turned on the alarm as Amori had instructed. The little green light popped on, and an automated voice said, “All areas secure.”

Emily drew a sense of security from the sound of the voice, even if its purpose was only to inform her. She glanced up at the curved staircase and spotted the large, eerie family portraits hanging on the wall, then settled her gaze on the railing, where she had seen a vision of the apparition earlier in the day. But nothing happened. Emily exhaled with relief and averted her eyes.

There was nothing wrong with this house, and she did not believe in that shit anyway. It was just her mind playing tricks on her. Pleased with her self-reassurance, Emily spotted the long hallway lit up on the second floor and sighed. It was time for her to retire to bed.

Emily returned to her room, glancing at the weather app on her phone as she walked. When she entered, Emily smiled at the cheerful colors in the room and the sweet smell of freshly laundered linens. She changed into her lavender nightgown and settled in bed, feeling safe and secure beneath the covers. Emily would never even consider sleeping upstairs in one of those large suites. As a sense of warmth overcame her, her exhaustion slowly made her relax, and her limbs grew heavy. But then, just as she closed her eyes, Emily heard a faint whisper – so soft that it could have been all in her head. Fearing she would open her eyes to find someone standing there, Emily curled up tighter under the comforter and eventually fell into a deep sleep.

The moonlit night flooded the room, giving Emily’s slumbering body a silvery glow. A girl with coal-black eyes and a mouth gaping open in a horrific smile glared at her from the shadows, hatred radiating from her being. In a split second, she was gone.

Chapter 4

Emily woke up early the following day to birds singing outside her window. She saw the first signs of dawn coming through the bay window, pulled the comforter closer to her chin, and closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to surface again as it did every morning.

Each morning, I started the same for Emily. She awoke with a blank mind, but gradually, it all flooded back to her like a broken dam in her subconscious. Her memories and emotions hit her like a battering ram of sorrow, pain, and longing that was fresh and new every time, unrelenting in its attack on her psyche.

She threw back the covers from her body and exited the bed. Her feet landed on the floor, and she shivered. It was so cold in the room. She longed for nothing more than a hot shower. She went to the bathroom, looked at her reflection in the mirror above the sink, and noticed the prominent black shadows under her eyes and the weary look of sorrow on her face. She was only 25 but looked 35 with what life had delivered. She leaned over and turned on the shower and felt the stinging hot spray turn much more comfortable after some adjusting of the handle.

Emily stripped out of her clothes, got a towel out of her bag and some fresh clothes out of her suitcase, and piled her red hair on top of her head in a loose knot. She entered the large, spacious, tiled shower and let the water sluice down her slender body to the shower floor. She grabbed a bar of sweet-smelling soap from the tray in the shower, lathered her body, and then rinsed it off.

Once her morning ritual was complete, she dressed in fitted jeans and a white V-neck t-shirt that hugged her tiny waist and slipped into a pair of white canvas tennis shoes. It was time to start her first day.

Emily opened the door to her room and stepped out into the chilly hallway off from the kitchen. The morning sunlight lit up the kitchen, casting a soft glow on the copper fixtures and white marble counters, and she could see the gardens and hills beyond through the window above the large farmers’ copper sink. The southern sky was beautiful in muted shades of peach, yellow, and turquoise blue.

An intense need for coffee hit her, and Emily looked around for a coffee maker but did not find one. Damn, she thought to herself. I need that. She would have to make a trip to the store and pick up a few things to survive here, and a coffee pot would be at the very top of that list and some food, she thought as she scanned the inside of the massive stainless-steel fridge and many cabinets. They were both bare. Yep! A trip to the store was most definitely in order.

Emily made a concise list on her phone of things to pick up, and then she went to the front of the house and opened all the doors downstairs to air out the spaces and let some freshness in. She gazed at the large rooms, like the library, sitting room, and massive office, and could not help but be amazed by their immense beauty.

Emily walked out of the library and looked up the steps. Her eyes wandered to the railing again, but there was nothing there, only a stream of sunlight caressing the wood. Emily, you are so silly. She chuckled to herself and walked up the steps to the second floor. The landing was beautiful, with large oriental rugs covering the well-polished wood floors. The head of the household liked clocks in the past because they were everywhere, and as the clock struck 8 o’clock, they all began to chime. There had to have been at least 30 chiming clocks. Emily shook her head and turned to walk down the hallway to open the doors to the suites. The sun lit the hallway to the left from the large windows facing the front of the home from the east. She turned to the right hallway; it was dark, and not one ounce of sunlight lit up the dark corridor.

Emily decided to go ahead and let those rooms air out first. Get the creepy part out of the way. She turned the flashlight on her phone and pointed it down the hallway. She went to the first large door and opened it up. The inside of the room was bright and sunny, and the décor was a light spring green. It was lovely with a high canopied bed, green rugs, and touches of green and yellow everywhere her eyes landed—the bedding, the drapes, etc.

One room down, she whispered to herself.

Emily explored a pink room, a blue one, a yellow one, and a red one that was too much. Then, there was the white space before she reached the last chamber. It was only accessible through three steps of stairs. When she went to open it, however, the door would not budge - Someone had locked it from the inside.

How strange!

Emily dismissed it for a moment. She would have to get in there eventually, though. Emily turned to walk away and heard what sounded like a slight knock on the door from the inside. She turned back quickly, grabbed the knob, and turned, but it would not.

Emily stepped back and glanced over her shoulder. The sight of the door made her sick, as it had the previous day. She felt weak and on the verge of throwing up. Even though there was no lock on the door, it would not budge. It would have taken a lot of effort to open, more than Emily had to spare. As she moved away from the door, the nausea started to subside. It was completely gone when she reached the middle of the landing. The bedrooms had light streaming in from their windows but not from the door at the end of the hallway. All that came from there was an oppressive force that frightened Emily.

Emily toed it back downstairs quickly. Once in the foyer, she heard the clock strike 9 o’clock, and the chime of the bells echoed loudly throughout the house. Emily grabbed her wallet and keys and left the house. She got in her car and drove away. Emily needed some distance. She glanced through the rearview mirror, and the place looked so still and lifeless. The Weeping Willow trees surrounding the mansion even seemed to sag with sadness. The house was not still and quiet, though. Something was wrong, and Emily knew it all surfaced from that dark room at the end of the hallway. The door would not open. Someone did not want that door to open, and they fixed it so it would never open again.

Chapter 5

Driving away from Hasting’s House, Emily felt a sense of relief. She had only been there two days, and though she had hoped for an improvement in her mood, it had not happened yet. With more time, it would. As she drove along the winding country road, she noticed a pretty store at the side of the highway—Gordan’s Country Market—so Emily pulled into its overflowing parking lot and went inside. A tantalizing aroma of freshly cut flowers surrounded her as soon as she stepped through the open doors. There were buckets full of colorful blossoms resting on the windowsills. Taking a basket in hand, Emily chose some red carnations and white and yellow daisies to brighten up her room decor, even though Hastings House had its own garden that she had yet to explore. Flowers always cheered Emily up, and these would be no different.

Emily entered the bustling store that looked like it had been there since the 1930s or 1940s. The building was charming, covered in white aluminum siding and large windows with bright red shutters. A couple of older adults sitting on the benches outside sent her a warm smile when she passed them. She recognized their faces – they reminded her of her grandparents, whom she had not seen for an extended period. Soft country music played from the speakers at the front. Emily noticed a sign above the blue Formica counter reading, “Fresh fudge and cookies ready to devour!” she followed her nose toward the candy section. Sample cups of blond fudge and chocolate chip cookies, lined up in rows, were calling out her name. Emily could not resist taking a bite out of one. The sweet butter and cocoa melted in her mouth, making her eyes roll in pleasure.

“Pretty good, huh?” a female voice behind her said.

Emily turned and saw a pretty young woman with the reddest hair she had ever seen and tons of freckles all over her face and arms. She was lovely, and her green eyes flashed with warmth and kindness. She was Merida from the Disney Movie Brave brought to life!

Emily smiled back. “Yes, it is perfect!”

The young woman stepped out from behind a stack of boxes filled with chips and other snacks in the center of the store.

She had the most genuine smile and held a box cutter in one hand and a box cut down in the other.

“We are running a special buy one, get one for free deal!” she said enthusiastically.

Emily smiled.

“Well then, I will take advantage of that deal.”

Clarrisa walked over to her and patted her on the right shoulder.

“Hang right there.” She said in a sweet southern accent and put down the box and cutter.

She went behind the counter and grabbed two boxes. Clarrisa stood before a glass cabinet displaying the sweets and slid the door back to access the cookies and fudge.

“What is your poison? We have blond fudge, Maple walnut fudge, and my personal favorite, California Walnut fudge. For cookies, we have Chocolate chips, sugar, and.” She leaned back in the cabinet and pulled out a tray. “And my mom’s famous Peanut Butter cookies.”

It all sounded so good to Emily, but she chose a box of blond Fudge and Peanut Butter Cookies.

“I’ll wrap these up for you.” Clarrisa offered.

Emily stood and watched her work.

Clarrisa carefully placed the fudge and cookies in boxes and then sealed them with some tape.

She looked up and handed the boxes to Emily.

She wiped her hands on a red gingham apron tied around her slender waist, and Emily noticed her bright red tennis shoes. Red must be her favorite color, she ascertained.

She stepped back around the counter.

“Is there anything else that I can help you with?’

Emily felt her friendliness radiating from her, and so she responded with.

“I know this is probably impossible… but do you have a coffee pot?”

Clarrisa chuckled.

“Aren’t the ones in the hotels pathetic … so tiny, and they do not even have a good selection of coffee?” She finished.

Emily smiled.

“I am not staying at a hotel. I need one for the place I am currently staying at,” she said.

“No. I am staying at the Hastings House.” She volunteered.

Clarrisa’s eyes widened with shock.

“No way! Seriously?”

She could not have been more than nineteen or twenty.

She had not had a hard life. At least not yet.

“Stop it, Emily. Don’t think that about that young woman. Just because your life is crap, doesn’t mean that hers is.”

Emily responded.

“Yes. I moved in just yesterday.”

Clarrisa grabbed her softly around the elbow and linked her right arm with her left arm.

“You come with me.” She looked at Emily as if wanting to know her name, and Emily recognized that, so she told her name.

“Emily Buchanan.” She spoke.

Clarissa smiled brightly.

“Well, it is nice to meet you, Emily Buchanan. I think we can find something in the retail section. Mama has everything like the big box stores.”

She led her down aisles of canned goods, meats, produce fruits, and vegetables. And then they turned down another corridor and came to a set of double doors that opened electronically.

This part of the store had a boutique atmosphere. Down the aisles, an array of decorations, appliances, and jewelry was on display. Clothes hung attractively from racks. A worker had Toys, bedding, and colorful pillows piled up on a daybed in the corner to catch a customer’s attention.

“Right back here, Emily,” Clarrisa said, and Emily followed her.

The aisle was tight and confined, but Emily could see a coffee pot for sale at the end of the row—a Mr. Coffee machine.

Clarrisa lifted on her tiptoes and pulled the box down. She handed it to Emily, and Emily deposited it in her cart.

“Thank you, Clarrisa.”

She nodded.

“Of course!”

Clarrisa walked with her back down the aisle. They walked down the aisle single file because there was little room.

“So, how do you like that house?’ Clarrisa asked. Softly. Emily thought for a moment about how to answer that.

“It is huge. Creepy. But lovely, just creepy.” Clarrisa looked up as if she heard something that she was not supposed to.

“Creepy, how?” Emily thought about revealing the truth, but she discounted it. She did not want any pity. She just wanted to do her job and possibly make a new life.

“Oh, you know. It is old, empty, and big. It just makes me feel.” Emily paused. “Unnerved at times. I have been there for only two days, and already I feel uneasy with how large it is, like I could get lost and never find my way back.”

Clarrisa nodded. She seemed to understand. They rounded the corner to the checkout lane.”Be careful there.” For some strange reason, Clarrisa said that as if she knew something she was not telling.

Emily smiled. “Of course. I always am.”

“I bought some flowers to spruce up the mantles, and now that I have a coffee pot, I can make it.”

Clarrisa gasped.

“Oh…do you like blueberries?” She exclaimed.

Emily liked this woman.

“I do,” she stated.

“Well….do I have the coffee for you then!”

She led her to the coffee aisle, located a bag of Blueberry coffee, and threw it in the cart.

“Annie’s Blueberry coffee is cheaper than some other brands, but the flavor is incredible!” she gushed.

“I see the lines are getting longer, and Mama will be on the intercom calling me a few, and I hate that,” she said, rolling her green eyes dramatically.

Once they arrived back at the front of the store, Emily and Clarrisa went their separate ways, but first, Clarrisa grabbed her hand.

“Hastings has a fascinating history. You should read up on it.”

Emily tucked the information away in her brain and kept shopping, eventually deciding on a steak, a potato, two jugs of sweet tea, canned vegetables, red apples and navel oranges, bread, slices of ham and turkey, some mayonnaise, tomatoes, and coffee filters. Content with her haul, she made her way to the checkout line.

The lines were long, and Emily picked up a US Weekly magazine from the rack beside her and flipped through it while she waited. Finally, it was her turn.

“Well, Hello again!”

It was Clarrisa.

She started swiping the items as Emily loaded them onto the belt.

“So, you have heard that Hastings is haunted, right?” she asked as she keyed in the code on the apples.

Emily looked at her as she dug into the back pocket of her fitted jeans and pulled her small brown wallet out to get her debit card.

“I have heard that for years, but I don’t believe in all that,”

Clarrisa told her about the total amount for her groceries, and Emily paid.

“When I was in high school, we had to do a book report on our town, and I chose the Hastings House because we used to go out there and do-little rituals and rites of passage stuff as young teens on Halloween night.” Clarissa winked at her teasingly and stuck the tip of her tongue out. Emily was sure there was some mischief with that abundance of red hair.

Emily laughed and watched Clarrisa bag her groceries. “I just thought you should know. Many people swear that the house and grounds are haunted, and it was super creepy at night when I was there. That night was super-duper creepy because Mrs. Hastings had just passed.” Clarrisa winked as she handed Emily the two bags of groceries.

“It was nice to meet you, Clarrisa.”

Clarrisa waved as Emily walked past her.

“Same here! Have a wonderful day, and come again!” she yelled after her.

Emily smiled as she exited the store with her groceries and her little garden of flowers. Clarrisa had heard stories about the house, but Emily did not want to hear about it. She was going to investigate its history at some point. She just was not sure when. She had to live there for now, so she would blank out anything she heard from others.

After she had collected all her groceries, Emily loaded them into her Camaro and drove home. Then it hit her—she had forgotten the milk! Cookies without milk were no fun, so she pulled over in a mart and got a gallon of the stuff before continuing to the house. As she pulled up to the driveway at around eleven o’clock, something caught her eye—a foreign car she did not recognize parked under the weeping willow tree that lined the circular drive. Her heart raced as she noticed it was an old black Honda; why was someone here? She did not know anyone who drove a car like that.

With careful precision, Emily guided her car up the long driveway and parked it next to the other vehicle. She Stepped out of her car and lifted the two bags of groceries from the back seat. She placed them on the hood of her car and pulled out her purse and keys; then, she walked up the steps to the porch. Emily unlocked the front door and walked into the quiet mansion. She entered the kitchen and placed her bags of groceries on the counter. She walked over to the kitchen sink, looked out the large bay window framed with red curtains, and saw a young woman and a small girl walking in the flower garden. They did not appear to be causing any harm, so she went ahead and did a few things. Emily unpacked her groceries in the stately kitchen and set up her new coffee pot on the counter by the stove. She made a pot of Blueberry coffee that smelled fantastic and had a peanut butter cookie with it, and then she placed her flowers in some vases that she found under the kitchen cabinet beneath the sink and filled them with water. She would put them in her bedroom later.

She washed her hands and sighed. It was time to meet her visitors. Emily’s curiosity was piqued.

***

When Emily opened the back door that led outside, she was greeted by an abrupt rush of humid air. It was so oppressive and damp in the low country, making Emily feel like she needed to jump back inside for another shower. She shuffled across the thick grass to the garden.

The woman was texting on her phone, and the small girl was bending down, picking roses, and playing with a little golden puppy by swatting a bright red rose back and forth across the pup’s face and making it sneeze.

Their backs were to Emily. She unlatched a white wooden gate with a trestle of red and hot pink climbing roses above her head and softly approached them. Her footsteps were silent.

“Hello. “Emily said softly.

The woman jumped, as did the girl, and dropped her cell phone into the flower bed of daffodils.

“Oh Shit! the woman exclaimed. “You scared the hell out of me,” she said, laughing nervously and holding her hand to her stomach.

Emily held her hand up in a truce position.

“I’m sorry. I did not mean to scare you. I just wanted to come and introduce myself. I am Emily Buchanan. I’m the housekeeper here.”

The woman was pretty with short, deep brown hair cut in a pixie, warm brown eyes framed by long dark lashes, and she was close to six feet. She looked in her mid-thirties and had an olive complexion showing off her high model-like cheekbones. She was slender and wore lavender nurse scrubs with a baby elephant print in cheerful yellow. She wore white tennis shoes with canary yellow shoestrings, a lanyard around her neck, and a name badge that said Cypress General. Emily would guess that she worked in the Neonatal unit.

The woman held her hand to her forehead and had an embarrassed look on her face.

“Oh, I am so sorry. I heard someone had accepted the job, but I wasn’t clear on who or when the new caretaker would arrive!” She gushed in a low country accent.

She smiled apologetically.

“I am Lainie Griffin, and this is my niece, Bella.” She said, pointing to the pretty girl playing with the adorable puppy. We live just down the road, a piece to your left. We have the horse farm Griffin Farms.” She told Emily.

Emily gasped.

“Oh wait! I saw your farm on the way to the store this morning. It was a white fence with beautiful horses in the pasture?”

Lainie nodded enthusiastically.

“Yep! That is the one.”

Emily sighed.

“I love horses.”

“So does my brother Davis. He raises and breeds Arabians.”

Emily found that so fascinating. She smiled.

Lainie shook her head in apology.

“I would have never just shown up like this if I knew someone had been living here. It’s been vacant for so long. At least two years since Mrs. Hastings passed away. I feel like I am trespassing!” She laughed nervously.

Emily shook her head.

“No, you are fine.” She assured her.

Lainie visibly relaxed in her face and her body.

Emily looked around her at the garden and surrounding property.

“You are familiar with this place?” She questioned softly.

Lainie laughed dryly.

“I should say so.” She spoke. “We may not be Hastings, but we are close enough with all of the relatives that have worked here through the years for the family!” she chuckled. “We have been heavily invested.”

Lainie strolled to a spot away from the little girl who was still plucking flowers, and Emily trailed her. She could tell that Lainie had something to share, but she wanted to be sure they weren’t close enough for the child to hear them.

Once they had stepped away, but she could keep an eye on the girl, Lainie spoke.

“My family has worked for the Hastings family for many years. My grandmother, mother, and sister were all housekeepers here.”

Lainie smiled.

“I broke the chain and became a nurse.” She spoke. “Thus, the kid scrubs!” She pointed to the elephant fabric and then continued.

“She is my niece, as I said. I am her sole guardian since her mom passed away a few years ago.” Lainie shared it with Emily.

Emily looked over at the child.

Her hair was the lightest shade of cotton blond and rolled down her back in gentle waves. Her skin was porcelain-white, giving her a delicate, otherworldly air. She had thought the child was shy due to their quietness, but now she could sense something else.

“Bella has selective mutism. She used to talk as much as any child, but she stopped when my sister died.”

Emily’s heart went out to the little girl.

Lainie walked over to a stone bench in the middle of the garden path and sat down with a heavy sigh.

“I bring Bella here when she gets agitated, which calms her. She will only communicate by writing. She has not spoken one word. It helps her to be where Tristan is and makes her feel calm and close to her.”

Emily’s blue eyes widened.

“Close to her? “Here?” She questioned.

Lanie nodded in response.

“Yes, Tristan served as Mrs. Hastings’ housekeeper, her loyal companion, and whatever else you might call it. She had been with Marjorie for five years, and they had a good relationship. One morning, my sister was vacuuming the stairs to the second floor when she fell backward.

Emily felt pure horror run through her body.

Lainie looked at her and nodded to affirm what Emily was thinking.

“Bella saw it all.”

“Oh, my…. God!” Emily gasped.

Lainie’s eyes watered up.

“Yes. It has been tough on us. Bella was already giving her mom a tough time when she came to work with her that summer. She had such an attachment to this place, and Mrs. Hastings liked her being here, but Tristan got tired of the tantrums, and they moved back in with my brother and me shortly before she died. Bella threw an ungodly fit, and Tristan would not even let her come back to work with her for a while, but then she eventually did, with Mrs. Hastings urging. It was going a lot better until the fall happened.”

Emily had experienced heartache and loss, so she could relate to Lainie’s situation. Bella rose from her seat and searched for her aunt. As soon as she spotted her, the little girl ran over with the pup scampering behind her. Emily looked into the palest blue eyes, without any color at all, that seemed to peer right into her soul. Bella did not return a smile. She simply stared.

Lainie pulled Bella to her side, and her voice was light.

“Bella, this is Emily, the new housekeeper here. Isn’t that cool?”

No response. Just the continued stare made Emily extremely uncomfortable under her scrutiny.

Bella pulled hard on Lainie’s hand, and Emily saw her reach into the back pocket of her scrub pants and pull out a small notebook and pencil. She handed it to Bella.

Bella grabbed it and began to write on the pad. She showed Lainie what she had written and then looked back at Emily with a look of hope in her eyes.

Lainie looked at Emily and turned the pad around to show her what Bella had written.

In big, bold letters, it read.

Have you seen my mommy?

She looked intently at Emily, and Emily shook her head in the negative. She did not know what to say. She looked to Lainie, and then she looked back at Bella.

Emily knelt on the grass before her, and her voice was kind.

“I have not seen her yet, but I have only been here a few days,” she said. “I know her name now, though, and if I see your mom, I will tell her now that you miss her.”

Lainie nodded approvingly, and deep appreciation was in her eyes.

“It looks like it is time to go, sweety,” Lainie said, and she tousled Bella’s golden locks. “I need to get you and Goldie back home, and I have a shift coming up soon.” With that, the trio began making their way out of the garden and toward the mansion.

Emily strolled with her companions, the little pup galloping after her sneakered feet. She stopped and bent down, giving the pup’s downy fur a good rubdown as it wagged its tail.

“She is so adorable.” The little puppy squirmed like a wiggle worm, and Emily released her.

“Y’all can come through the house if you like and not have to walk around this huge house.” Emily offered.

Lainie looked at her and down at Bella beside her, who was looking up at her with hope in her big blue eyes.

“I would prefer to walk around if you don’t mind,” she said, tapping her watch face.

“Steps!” she declared.

Emily laughed.

“I hear that!” She agreed.

But there was a guarded and haunted expression on Lainie’s face that Emily could not miss.

“Well, Y’all take care and come back whenever you want.”

Emily watched the car pull out of the drive, and it hit her hard in her gut. Bella reminded her of Isla so much. For a child that young to witness a parent’s death. It was so unspeakably horrible and tragic. That child would never be the same, having seen that.

Emily was so desperate to hold her daughter in her arms again. Her cheeks were wet with fresh tears as she gazed at the bright blue sky. She imagined being reunited with Luke, Isla, and her unborn son. It felt so cruel that Emily had been left behind. The bitterness in her heart mounted, and she swiped away the tears from her face with a quick, angry motion.

She would never heal from this loss.

Emily stepped into the house, into the chilly atmosphere of the entryway, and glanced up at the stairs. She recalled her vision. She had seen a young woman or a girl on that first day perched atop the wood banister who had glared down at her with those obsidian eyes and smiled emotionless before sheaving herself over the railing and plummeting to her demise. Emily shivered at the thought and quickly moved away from the area. She wanted to be somewhere else as soon as possible.

Emily hurried to her bedroom and retrieved a medium-sized red box with a handle, which she brought over to the leather sofa in the sitting area. It was a vintage record player Luke had given her on their second anniversary, which she treasured. Emily rummaged through her collection of classic albums and grabbed an old Frank Sinatra record out of her closet. Then, she took it and the record player to the kitchen and put them on the center island. Plugging it into the wall outlet, she felt relieved as ‘Old Blue Eyes’ crooned through the halls and up the stairways and hallways of her grand home.

Emily got so busy putting things away that afternoon that she did not notice the sun beginning to set, the house growing dark, and the shadows creeping in.

It was dusk at the old Hastings mansion.

Emily cooked a steak and potatoes for her dinner. Finding two white plates in the cupboard above the sink, she placed her food on it before hastily consuming it while standing at the kitchen island. Emily was so greedy that she did not even sit down to eat. Two glasses of sweet tea quenched her thirst, but she longingly wished for a nice glass of wine or a few beers to go with her meal - only to find there would be no such indulgence tonight.

After Emily finished her meal, she tidied up and stepped outside to see the sunset that painted the sky orange, with royal purple and turquoise aqua as accents. The sultry night air blew a promise of rain or a thunderstorm later. She returned to the garden and sat on the bench Lainie had occupied earlier. Emily swapped her tennis shoes for some flip-flops, which she removed to let her feet rest in the cool grass. With her head reclined, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment.

Emily felt so much better out there than she did in the house. She dreaded shutting down the house again for the night, especially knowing that Bella’s mom had died in that house. Emily prayed that she did not reencounter her or have that vision again because it shook her to the core.

She turned back to gaze at the massive structure, and a breeze stirred her messy bun. Her eyes grazed over the windows on the second floor but did not linger on them long. A shiver ran down her spine, causing her to wrap her arms around herself to shake off the feeling of being watched. Emily stared at the gauzy white curtains on the middle window in front of the staircase. It felt like someone was looking through those curtains at her. But how could that be true? She knew no one else was in the house with her, and she did not believe in ghosts anyway. They were not real; they were fantasies told by people who wanted to scare others.

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