Jade tore out of the inn lot in that crimson Mustang, dust billowing in her wake. She had to go. She hade to leave. She had to get away, and quick. She was a disappointment and she had to get away from the town that was looking at her with sheer disgust and distain. Home. Where was that at the moment? Eric? No, too much pain. He'd see opportunity in this. Cas? No, she didn't know where Cas was half the time anyway. Mark? Yes, her dear sweet Shaggy would let her stay with him in her old mansion. Yes, Shaggy would understand.
As she thought she gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles stark white under her already pale flesh. Jade grit her teeth and wiggled her nose. In an instant her and the mustang were speeding down a familiar highway in the bleek chilly Louisiana night. Home bound, Bon Temps. Destination: the Rogue mansion. She'd given it to Mark years past when she started living with Eric. That in itself seemed like another life ago. It was, wasn't it? She barely knew that Jade anymore, yet it was still there. But she digressed. Some stories were better left untold, such as this
She pulled off the highway onto a lone backroad in much need of a new pavement. Jade barely noticed that she still wore that dress that she had worn to please Romax. Her mind was too worked up to be thinking or paying heed to something as trivial as clothing. Though her stiletto heels were giving her hell on the gas petal. As the road wound on, her hand kept moving to the volume dial on her radio. She turned it louder and louder, perhaps to drowned out her own humming thoughts. It wasn't easy, but by the time she stopped hearing her own thoughts one could hear her coming from miles away - if they couldn't already from the sound of her pipes.
She was mindlessly singing to the words of the music as she pulled into the Rogue mansion. She bit her lower lip as she skidded to a sudden stop, showing how she pulled into the driveway too quickly. Thankful for her own lip bite, her lip tried to quiver. Maybe she should have called first... he might not even be home. She sucked in air harshly as she saw a light flick on. What if he had someone over? Oh, she really should have called. She studied the movement in the light by the window as she shut off the car. The shadow was that of a male. Good. Or bad. Eric might be there.
It was now or never, fight or flight as she pushed out of the Mustang. She climbed the massive staircase, reaching an even more marvel of a front door and knocked with the gold knocker. She let out a small huff as her lip started quivering again.
As she thought she gripped the steering wheel, her knuckles stark white under her already pale flesh. Jade grit her teeth and wiggled her nose. In an instant her and the mustang were speeding down a familiar highway in the bleek chilly Louisiana night. Home bound, Bon Temps. Destination: the Rogue mansion. She'd given it to Mark years past when she started living with Eric. That in itself seemed like another life ago. It was, wasn't it? She barely knew that Jade anymore, yet it was still there. But she digressed. Some stories were better left untold, such as this
She pulled off the highway onto a lone backroad in much need of a new pavement. Jade barely noticed that she still wore that dress that she had worn to please Romax. Her mind was too worked up to be thinking or paying heed to something as trivial as clothing. Though her stiletto heels were giving her hell on the gas petal. As the road wound on, her hand kept moving to the volume dial on her radio. She turned it louder and louder, perhaps to drowned out her own humming thoughts. It wasn't easy, but by the time she stopped hearing her own thoughts one could hear her coming from miles away - if they couldn't already from the sound of her pipes.
She was mindlessly singing to the words of the music as she pulled into the Rogue mansion. She bit her lower lip as she skidded to a sudden stop, showing how she pulled into the driveway too quickly. Thankful for her own lip bite, her lip tried to quiver. Maybe she should have called first... he might not even be home. She sucked in air harshly as she saw a light flick on. What if he had someone over? Oh, she really should have called. She studied the movement in the light by the window as she shut off the car. The shadow was that of a male. Good. Or bad. Eric might be there.
It was now or never, fight or flight as she pushed out of the Mustang. She climbed the massive staircase, reaching an even more marvel of a front door and knocked with the gold knocker. She let out a small huff as her lip started quivering again.