Daphne rushed into the living room and looked for her sister. Once she found her she headed to her and before Zoey could even blink Daphne had lifted her hand and slapped her. Someone gasped, but it wasn’t Zoey.
“Daphne, what is going on?” Mrs. Allen demanded to know. Daphne rotated her head to her mother. “Why don’t you ask this slut?” she said. Another gasp. “Daphne, this is no way to talk in front of guests” Mrs. Allen reproached.
“What’s the matter, mom?” Daphne asked scornful. “Afraid I will spike your little balloon and everyone will see who sweet Zoey really is? A jealous, selfish, delusional bitch. Everybody in this room already knows, so why hide the truth?”
Someone coughed and Daphne turned around. Cas joined her and looked extra sheepish. “I think I might have caused some trouble”
Zoey shook her head. “No, it’s my fault” she said. “I shouldn’t have done what I did. But I didn’t do it for the reasons you and Daphne think I did” She turned to Daphne. “I was testing him. I wanted to do one final test to see if you could trust him. And you’re lucky, because he passed. He didn’t even blink”
Daphne took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. “Well, whatever reason you had I’m still going to need you to leave”
Zoey nodded. It didn’t come as a surprise.
“Emmanuel said something and it made me think. You’re not a very good mother” Daphne said cold. “But I know that is not entirely your fault. I’m responsible as well, by keeping you here. And I won’t allow you to hold that against me. So you can go now”
“Mommy?” Alexia had noticed the awkwardness. “Are you coming home now?”
Zoey forced a smile. “Yes, Poppy, I’m coming home. I should’ve never left in the first place” she said with a look at Daphne. She took Alexia by the hand and walked into the hallway.
“Zoey” Cas had followed her.
“Tell Daphne I’ll pick my stuff up later. Right now I just need to be far away from her” Zoey said.
“I’m sorry” Cas said. “I shouldn’t have told Daphne you took off your clothes for me and I shouldn’t have said you’re a bad mother. I’m in no position to judge”
Zoey kneeled down for Alexia. “Sweetie, why don’t you wait outside? You can sit on the stairs” Alexia obeyed and walked out of the house.
Zoey averted her head back to Cas. “You should stop feeling sorry for me” she said. “You think I’m the victim here, but I’m not…You are”
And with one final, compassionate look Zoey left the house too.
“Daphne, what is going on?” Mrs. Allen demanded to know. Daphne rotated her head to her mother. “Why don’t you ask this slut?” she said. Another gasp. “Daphne, this is no way to talk in front of guests” Mrs. Allen reproached.
“What’s the matter, mom?” Daphne asked scornful. “Afraid I will spike your little balloon and everyone will see who sweet Zoey really is? A jealous, selfish, delusional bitch. Everybody in this room already knows, so why hide the truth?”
Someone coughed and Daphne turned around. Cas joined her and looked extra sheepish. “I think I might have caused some trouble”
Zoey shook her head. “No, it’s my fault” she said. “I shouldn’t have done what I did. But I didn’t do it for the reasons you and Daphne think I did” She turned to Daphne. “I was testing him. I wanted to do one final test to see if you could trust him. And you’re lucky, because he passed. He didn’t even blink”
Daphne took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. “Well, whatever reason you had I’m still going to need you to leave”
Zoey nodded. It didn’t come as a surprise.
“Emmanuel said something and it made me think. You’re not a very good mother” Daphne said cold. “But I know that is not entirely your fault. I’m responsible as well, by keeping you here. And I won’t allow you to hold that against me. So you can go now”
“Mommy?” Alexia had noticed the awkwardness. “Are you coming home now?”
Zoey forced a smile. “Yes, Poppy, I’m coming home. I should’ve never left in the first place” she said with a look at Daphne. She took Alexia by the hand and walked into the hallway.
“Zoey” Cas had followed her.
“Tell Daphne I’ll pick my stuff up later. Right now I just need to be far away from her” Zoey said.
“I’m sorry” Cas said. “I shouldn’t have told Daphne you took off your clothes for me and I shouldn’t have said you’re a bad mother. I’m in no position to judge”
Zoey kneeled down for Alexia. “Sweetie, why don’t you wait outside? You can sit on the stairs” Alexia obeyed and walked out of the house.
Zoey averted her head back to Cas. “You should stop feeling sorry for me” she said. “You think I’m the victim here, but I’m not…You are”
And with one final, compassionate look Zoey left the house too.
spyro is writing in his journal:my name is spyro and i think im in love cause ive seen this dragoness shes black with emerald eyes and shes the most beautiful ive ever seen it would be a miracle if she would love me too , i try to talk to her but theres another dragoness named ember now shes pink but i dont love her but shes crazy about me , when i see cynder i try to go over to her but ember is watching and pops out from where shes hiding and pulls me away and cynder doesnt seem to notice me but today's going to be a new day cause im goin to march up to ember and say i dont love her, tell her to stop following me and if she crys ill ignore her then ill go over to cynder and tell her how i feel and hopefully she'll take a liking to me and grow a bond between us. (stops writing) i just gotta do it spyro says
well thats the end of part one ill start part two immediatly
well thats the end of part one ill start part two immediatly
She bent on her knees and her hands glided over the earth. She didn’t know what she was going to find, but a strong feeling inside of her told her there was something underneath the earth. Something she needed to find.
And so she started digging with her hands. Soon her hands were wounded and dirty, but she just kept digging.
She carried on for what seemed like hours, her hands bleeding, until her fingers touched something solid. She dug faster and more fiercely, until she saw the object. When she saw Damon’s body she couldn’t breathe anymore. She covered her mouth and tears rolled over her face. She was too late.
She pulled him out of the pit and held him in her arms.
And so she started digging with her hands. Soon her hands were wounded and dirty, but she just kept digging.
She carried on for what seemed like hours, her hands bleeding, until her fingers touched something solid. She dug faster and more fiercely, until she saw the object. When she saw Damon’s body she couldn’t breathe anymore. She covered her mouth and tears rolled over her face. She was too late.
She pulled him out of the pit and held him in her arms.