Lying is still a sin

She had heard her mother and brother fighting… Their French voices rose into the air as Priscilla crept to the area where they were. She watched and trembled as she heard what she never thought she’d hear. Blaise had figured it out… and Priscilla scoffed at her own naivety. The children of a rapist… a mother who didn’t want them… was that why Jewell looked at them so? The boys particularly… and Zell too. Priscilla hadn’t understood why then… but it made sense now. A male had hurt their mother… and in turn made her not want them. Maybe Blaise had suspected that all along… and that was why he acted out. Maybe… maybe they were all living a lie.

The girl turned away at some point unable to take anymore. Her heart hurt… her head hurt… she didn’t want to think. Didn’t want to feel. The sunshine in the girl’s heart had been dampened for a long time now… the female felt lost. She hadn’t interacted with any of her siblings… she’d been isolating. Avoiding her mother. Avoiding everything. Something had been wrong… and she wasn’t sure what it was then. But now she knew.

Maybe they didn’t belong here.

The female heard a noise and quickly wiped at the tears on her face. She looked up from under one of the willows and who might she see other than her own brother? The female took a small breath and rose quickly. He was on the move and she didn’t want to lose him… not when they still had a chance to talk. If Blaise even wanted to talk to her…

Pushing the thoughts of doubt down the female raced to catch up to Blaise and pulled in alongside him. “H-hé Blaise…” Her voice was quiet and she didn’t meet his gaze. “Je t'ai entendu avec maman… Est-ce que ça va…?”