Agatha’s POV The day passed with stories and games in the gardens. When the topic of Grandpa Mitchell rose, I smile sadly. "He would have loved to be here and see this-all of us together". It was evident to me now that the kids had no idea of the past. No idea why Zachary disliked my late husband and I, if they know he dislikes us at all. All they know is that we have...drifted apart. That there wasn't any one reason for why we didn't see each other for the past years.I was beginning to relax when Ivan looked at me and asked me a dreaded question. "Sooo, Grandma...how come we never really heard from you or grandpa?" I stiffen at the question and see Francisca look at me with a curious look on her face while Ivan and Dan glance at each other as if sharing a secret. I chuckle "life I suppose, your mother and I weren't really on the best of terms". I hoped it would only be left at that, but alas that was not the case. "We remember you visiting though". Dan states."Yes, I wanted to
Third person POV The pastZach arrived at Donna's fashion agency, his mind racing with questions and worries about Wendy and Francisca's disappearance. As the elevator rose to Donna's top floor office, Zach steeled himself for the confrontation. Though normally even-tempered, the desperation of the last few weeks had taken its toll. The doors opened with a ding, revealing Donna's opulent reception area. Zach went ahead towards the door paying no mind to the protests of Donna's secretary. "Wait sir you can't jus-!" Zach barged into Donna's spacious office on the 30th floor, fuming and taking in the minimalist modern decor and sweeping city views. Donna sat behind her glass desk, typing on her laptop. At the sound of the door, she looked up with a polite smile that faded as she recognized Zach. "Zach, what a surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Donna said, a slight waver in her usually composed tone. Zach approached the desk calmly yet with an undercurrent of menace and sat
Francisca's POV I know eavesdropping is wrong. One can't just intrude on someone else's privacy like that. But when that someone doesn't close their door properly, they only have themselves to blame. That was a lot of information to process, what I just heard coming out of Dad's office. Mom's friend. Mom's friend, helped her take me, kidnap me. Why? Did mom give her money to do so? Was it because of a misguided sense of friendship and loyalty? All questions I had swirling in my head as I headed back to the living room where my brothers were. I couldn't hide the conflicting emotions and confusion that were on my face. So, they easily figured out that something happened. That something was wrong. And I told them everything. *** We were probably hasty in out decision to come here. It's just that when I told what I told to my older brothers, they were....well, saying that there were upset is an understatement. They wanted to come here, to try and understand ever
Francisca's POV The door that we thought would get us into Donna's office wasn't actually the door. The actual door is the door, within the door within the door. I'm no architect, but this is some weird building. Donna has another secretary that we apparently have to go through, I swear it feels like we are inside a game, getting through different levels of monsters to get to fight the final boss. Fortunately, Donna's other secretary - who I now know was merely the receptionist called this secretary so we didn't have to make any moves to convince this one to let us through. She just pointed us to the door, which was the final door, thank god. "Do we knock, or..." I say, when we are in-front of the door that would lead us directly to the CEO office before Ivan opens the door, aggressively. I wince. Kinda wish we were a bit gentler than that. Don't want this Donna person to think we were attacking her or anything. Though, I'm not sure that's not the exact vibe my brothers
Zach's POVI have all the proof I need to put Donna Carlisle behind bars for her crime. For taking my daughter away from me. Matt, Agatha and I are on our way right now to Donna's company, where she is right now. Mister Larsen is supposed to meet us there to hand us the proof. We've already contacted the police, and because I am me, they will not hesitate, they are going to meet us there too. I work fast, I know, but that is how I prefer to do things, I'm not going to give Donna the chance to even think about getting away, about escaping judgment. I'm not even giving her the chance to know that she might- no, will be judged. I can never bring back the lost times. I don't know if getting my revenge on Donna is going to make me feel better, or make me satisfied. It probably won't, I'll still feel the loss of the years I missed every time I look at Fran. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to waste the time I have with her now, which is the rest of my life. I suppose getting Donna
Third Person POV In the dimly lit room, Zach and Donna faced each other, the tension crackling like electricity between them. Matt and Agatha in the background, almost forgotten. Zach didn't say anything. He didn't say anything for a long time. Just kept sipping his tea, slow and agonizing. It made Donna more nervous. She wanted this over with. She wanted him and Wendy's mother and the man she recognized as Francisca's stepfather to leave. He can say what he came here to say and get out of her life forever. Her past plans never worked, and she was just so tired. She didn't care anymore, she doesn't have any more grand plans. She just wants to put this whole thing behind her. When Zach finally spoke, his voice was like ice, each word cutting through the air with precision. "Donna, the time for your lies and deception is over, it's time to bring your secrets to light." Donna's breath caught in her throat, her heart hammering in her chest as she tried to maintain her
Third person POVNo one knew what to do with Donna's confession.Not Agatha who trusted Donna for a time, who was comforted by the fact that Wendy had a best friend, only to have that best friend betray her this way.Not Matt, who was dealing with his own feelings for his ex's ex.Not the kids- Ivan, Dan, and Francisca- who were listening at the door and had no idea things would lead them here.Not Zach who had a million questions in his mind now.Because this just got a whole lot more complicated. Zach narrowed his eyes at the woman."You loved me?" He asked. Donna nods in conformation and speaks, "your relationship with Donna was already on the rocks and so I took the opportunity when it was handed to me.""What does that mean?" Zach asks, dreading the answer.Donna shrinks back and hesitates to answer but with Zach's intense gaze on her, she thinks better on her silence."I might have told her that it would be best for her to....leave you and start anew somewhere else and that I'
Francisca's POV * 1 year later*"Fraaaaaan!" Dad bursts through my door while I'm applying my makeup.I look at him eyes wide. "I can't find my tie. Have you seen my tie?!" "Um" I say, not sure of the answer. But that's not good enough for me panicked father."Right here dad!" Ivan shouts, coming in my room, holding up a black tie.Dad sighs in relief while Ivan laughs."God, I've never seen you so nervous." He says."Well, it's my wedding, I think I've earned the right." "Don't worry, dad," I giggle, "I'm pretty sure Matt is as nervous as you right now."A week after the whole Donna incident, Dad and Matt told me- us that they have feeling for each other and asked for our blessing for them to explore their relationship.I can't say I wasn't surprised. In fact, I think I didn't believe until I actually saw them go on dates, and kiss, and flirt. It was so weird....and beyond my wildest dreams.I always wanted us to be a real family. All of us. I looked and brainstormed so many ways
Francisca's POV * 1 year later*"Fraaaaaan!" Dad bursts through my door while I'm applying my makeup.I look at him eyes wide. "I can't find my tie. Have you seen my tie?!" "Um" I say, not sure of the answer. But that's not good enough for me panicked father."Right here dad!" Ivan shouts, coming in my room, holding up a black tie.Dad sighs in relief while Ivan laughs."God, I've never seen you so nervous." He says."Well, it's my wedding, I think I've earned the right." "Don't worry, dad," I giggle, "I'm pretty sure Matt is as nervous as you right now."A week after the whole Donna incident, Dad and Matt told me- us that they have feeling for each other and asked for our blessing for them to explore their relationship.I can't say I wasn't surprised. In fact, I think I didn't believe until I actually saw them go on dates, and kiss, and flirt. It was so weird....and beyond my wildest dreams.I always wanted us to be a real family. All of us. I looked and brainstormed so many ways
Third person POVNo one knew what to do with Donna's confession.Not Agatha who trusted Donna for a time, who was comforted by the fact that Wendy had a best friend, only to have that best friend betray her this way.Not Matt, who was dealing with his own feelings for his ex's ex.Not the kids- Ivan, Dan, and Francisca- who were listening at the door and had no idea things would lead them here.Not Zach who had a million questions in his mind now.Because this just got a whole lot more complicated. Zach narrowed his eyes at the woman."You loved me?" He asked. Donna nods in conformation and speaks, "your relationship with Donna was already on the rocks and so I took the opportunity when it was handed to me.""What does that mean?" Zach asks, dreading the answer.Donna shrinks back and hesitates to answer but with Zach's intense gaze on her, she thinks better on her silence."I might have told her that it would be best for her to....leave you and start anew somewhere else and that I'
Third Person POV In the dimly lit room, Zach and Donna faced each other, the tension crackling like electricity between them. Matt and Agatha in the background, almost forgotten. Zach didn't say anything. He didn't say anything for a long time. Just kept sipping his tea, slow and agonizing. It made Donna more nervous. She wanted this over with. She wanted him and Wendy's mother and the man she recognized as Francisca's stepfather to leave. He can say what he came here to say and get out of her life forever. Her past plans never worked, and she was just so tired. She didn't care anymore, she doesn't have any more grand plans. She just wants to put this whole thing behind her. When Zach finally spoke, his voice was like ice, each word cutting through the air with precision. "Donna, the time for your lies and deception is over, it's time to bring your secrets to light." Donna's breath caught in her throat, her heart hammering in her chest as she tried to maintain her
Zach's POVI have all the proof I need to put Donna Carlisle behind bars for her crime. For taking my daughter away from me. Matt, Agatha and I are on our way right now to Donna's company, where she is right now. Mister Larsen is supposed to meet us there to hand us the proof. We've already contacted the police, and because I am me, they will not hesitate, they are going to meet us there too. I work fast, I know, but that is how I prefer to do things, I'm not going to give Donna the chance to even think about getting away, about escaping judgment. I'm not even giving her the chance to know that she might- no, will be judged. I can never bring back the lost times. I don't know if getting my revenge on Donna is going to make me feel better, or make me satisfied. It probably won't, I'll still feel the loss of the years I missed every time I look at Fran. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to waste the time I have with her now, which is the rest of my life. I suppose getting Donna
Francisca's POV The door that we thought would get us into Donna's office wasn't actually the door. The actual door is the door, within the door within the door. I'm no architect, but this is some weird building. Donna has another secretary that we apparently have to go through, I swear it feels like we are inside a game, getting through different levels of monsters to get to fight the final boss. Fortunately, Donna's other secretary - who I now know was merely the receptionist called this secretary so we didn't have to make any moves to convince this one to let us through. She just pointed us to the door, which was the final door, thank god. "Do we knock, or..." I say, when we are in-front of the door that would lead us directly to the CEO office before Ivan opens the door, aggressively. I wince. Kinda wish we were a bit gentler than that. Don't want this Donna person to think we were attacking her or anything. Though, I'm not sure that's not the exact vibe my brothers
Francisca's POV I know eavesdropping is wrong. One can't just intrude on someone else's privacy like that. But when that someone doesn't close their door properly, they only have themselves to blame. That was a lot of information to process, what I just heard coming out of Dad's office. Mom's friend. Mom's friend, helped her take me, kidnap me. Why? Did mom give her money to do so? Was it because of a misguided sense of friendship and loyalty? All questions I had swirling in my head as I headed back to the living room where my brothers were. I couldn't hide the conflicting emotions and confusion that were on my face. So, they easily figured out that something happened. That something was wrong. And I told them everything. *** We were probably hasty in out decision to come here. It's just that when I told what I told to my older brothers, they were....well, saying that there were upset is an understatement. They wanted to come here, to try and understand ever
Third person POV The pastZach arrived at Donna's fashion agency, his mind racing with questions and worries about Wendy and Francisca's disappearance. As the elevator rose to Donna's top floor office, Zach steeled himself for the confrontation. Though normally even-tempered, the desperation of the last few weeks had taken its toll. The doors opened with a ding, revealing Donna's opulent reception area. Zach went ahead towards the door paying no mind to the protests of Donna's secretary. "Wait sir you can't jus-!" Zach barged into Donna's spacious office on the 30th floor, fuming and taking in the minimalist modern decor and sweeping city views. Donna sat behind her glass desk, typing on her laptop. At the sound of the door, she looked up with a polite smile that faded as she recognized Zach. "Zach, what a surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Donna said, a slight waver in her usually composed tone. Zach approached the desk calmly yet with an undercurrent of menace and sat
Agatha’s POV The day passed with stories and games in the gardens. When the topic of Grandpa Mitchell rose, I smile sadly. "He would have loved to be here and see this-all of us together". It was evident to me now that the kids had no idea of the past. No idea why Zachary disliked my late husband and I, if they know he dislikes us at all. All they know is that we have...drifted apart. That there wasn't any one reason for why we didn't see each other for the past years.I was beginning to relax when Ivan looked at me and asked me a dreaded question. "Sooo, Grandma...how come we never really heard from you or grandpa?" I stiffen at the question and see Francisca look at me with a curious look on her face while Ivan and Dan glance at each other as if sharing a secret. I chuckle "life I suppose, your mother and I weren't really on the best of terms". I hoped it would only be left at that, but alas that was not the case. "We remember you visiting though". Dan states."Yes, I wanted to
Francisca's POV "I'm a thousand years old! You can't kill me!""He is so hot" I say, referring to Stiles."You do realize that this technically isn't stiles right?" Violet asks."But it's Dylan O'brain" I reply.Yes. Violet and I are watching Teen Wolf. And yes I'm in love with Void Stiles. We hear a knock on my door before Matt entires the room. "You alright, girls?" Matt asks.I nod "yup!" Munching on popcorn. Matt smiles and looks at Violet, "your sister is here to pick you up". Violet and I look at each other. I'm confused, I thought her mom was the one who's gonna pick her up. "Oh Um" Violet says "I'll be right there". Once Matt closes the door behind him I turn to my friend. "What is she doing here?" "Picking me up?" Violet replies. I roll my eyes. "Yes, but I thought your mom was going to pick you up". "Yea I thought so too". I narrow my eyes at her "so this is normal?" I ask.Violet blinks at me "why wouldn't it be?" I sigh "are you and your sister on good terms?