It’s the worst thing a person can do.
It’s the worst thing a person can do.
Violet felt dizzy, making her way up the stairs. She was still in the mood to do something insane, and she knew she had to do it before she came to her senses. Her revenge on Adrienne Ash was the one thing that came to mind. She’d avenge Morgan. She’d avenge her pride.
Soft notes floated from door at the top of the stairs. A haunting melody wafted from under the door, coming from Adrienne’s piano no doubt. Violet hesitated at the door, looking down at herself. Her shirt was stained with blood, torn open on the torso where Hayden had stabbed her. She still gripped the knife, wet in her own blood.
She put her hand on the doorknob, the knife hidden behind her back. “Oh Adrienne-” Violet sing-songed, entering the room and locking the door behind her.
Adrienne found her solace in the ivory keys of her most beloved possession. She let the music drench her and heal her it. It was a sweet release, slow and easy. It was like fading a way to place that was kind and soft, a place that just didn’t hurt. The notes brought her mood up, made her buoyant and light. Music to her was like sun was to a flower. It nourish her soul, made her new. She found herself swaying to the beat as she played her heart out. The piece was mellifluous and hard to play if you were not experienced with the instrument, but Andrienne’s fingers flew across the keys with a great amount of deftness.
She did not jump nor make a move to end her playing when she heard Violet call out her name. Adrienne was not stupid. She had a good idea of what miss missy had for her and she honestly didn’t care anymore. If it helped her hurt pride then let her go ahead. I’m already dead and harming me won’t fix anything, she thought bitterly.
Keeping her head down she continued playing. The song ended and bled into another complicated piece. This one was slow and melancholy. Why not set the mood?
This time Lucy arrived first and began setting out ingredients. She knew she planned on beakind a birthday cake for Delia. Other than that, the day was up in the air. Since Adrienne had killed thast poor girl, she had retreated into herself followed by lashing out. That was when Lucy decided that her friend needed someone to talk to. Someone who would understand what she was going thorugh.
She meticulously placed the ingredients even spread out across the counter. This was something she did when she tried to put her past out of her head. She knew she had to focus on the present and future. That was all that mattered to Lucy now.
Adrienne entered the kitchen to find Lucy. She studied her as she arranged the ingredients carefully. Lucy had been a sort of safe haven for Lucy during these dark times. It was like the petite blonde was the only person who truly understood her pain and anguish. So far Lucy was the only one who had made an effort to reach out and try to mend the shards that were Adrienne Ash.
She cleared her throat softly to alert Lucy to her presence. “I’m here for out baking day.” Adrienne smiled the first genuine smile she had in the weeks since her break. Maybe a day of baking could help heal a small peace of her that had fractured that fateful day. She’d just have to try.
Isn’t that the truth.
//gonna be completely honest, I ship Morgan with being a momma. She doesn’t need a guy.
Me too! Morgan needs her baby. <3
Lucy wants to para.
She would demand it, but she’s too nice.
Let us bake.
Night, everyone! I hope Adrienne gets over her spell of insanity. I don’t like being mean/broken Adrienne. I love you all!
That’s where you went wrong. You can’t be perfect, Ade. You need to find something productive to do.
Maybe we need another baking day.
I’d like that.
It’ll be like that for a while. But, eventually, your mind will be able to move on. You’ll be changed in the most fundamental way. You will never be the same person, but maybe, you can be better.
It’s like I tried so hard to pretend everything was okay and everything was perfect and the facade just shattered into a billion little pieces and took my mind along with it. It’s like I can’t even express my thoughts in a calm manner. I never knew I was this angry.
Adrienne, maybe you should talk to me about it. It can’t hurt. You don’t want to keep lashing out, do you?
Okay. I feel like I’m dying, but I’m already dead. It’s like all the bad in my life is playing on a constant loop in my mind. I can’t take it.
And they think they can insult me and hurt me. Funny. I hurt myself far more than they have.
Adrienne’s been more volatile than usual. I am here to clear something up for everyone. Since she killed Morgan, Adrienne has continued into her downward spiral and is becoming more and more agitated. Everything is getting on her nerves at the moment and just existing is crushing her. Ignore her meanness. She’ll go back to normal when she gets all this out of her system. I know you all can’t wait for her to return to sunshine and rainbows. XD
If I could, I’d punch you in the throat.
That sounds unpleasant, but I frankly don’t care.
I’ll stop being a whiny little bitch when she starts being a mother.
What’s going on?
Nothing, sweetie. Just little girls acting like the little girls they are when they should be taking responsibility.
You know what Adrienne? You do have a daughter. Another thing? You are honestly the worst mother on the planet. Constance is a far better mother then you. She loves her children. She wouldn’t change them. All you want is a baby. You just throw Tara aside because she isn’t one. You’re no mother. You will never have a baby. Get the fuck over it.
I never whine when Harlow moves. Are you kidding? Every little squeal, ever time she moves her perfect feet, every god damn gas bubble, I love it all. She’s the only thing that keeps me going.
You question my love for my child? You really are a stupid little brat aren’t you? I love Tara more than I love anything in this world. You don’t know what it’s like to miss out on your child’s actual fucking childhood. I would not want to replace Tara. I would just have liked a fucking chance to have raised her. That just goes to show how much you know about me. I’ve always thought Constance was a good mother, unlike you. Even poor clueless Vivien is a better mother to you than you are to Harlow. All you worry about is Tate. Your child should come first.
You’ve acted like that kid was a thorn in your side ever since she was born.