Thread: A Tragedy Unfolds (Javorcek X ClearSight)

Anna was Clara's rock. It was as best as she could sum up the many roles Anna played in her life, and all the responsibilities and support her mate covered. Without her Clara would have been lost. Sure she was an adult too, she had a great job and took care of the kids and Anna as best she could, but Anna was the one that kept it all together. She made sure the girls grew up well, giving both of them ample opportunities to grow, from Chris' martial arts... And rather tomboyish hobbies, to Caitlyn's delicate and feminine interests. Anna had a knack to either know or learn about what each of them needed, all while taking care of Clara as well. Sometimes the French Alpha felt out of her depth, useless, but whenever that happened she would just cook a large fancy dinner, get help for a night alone from Anna's mother, or simply throw her onto their bed and help her wife unwind a bit, whatever she needed. Clara just used her energies helping her amazing mate relax. Some things just couldn't be helped though, and one of those was Clara's family trying to ruin everything, or at least seeming to do so. She liked that Chris spent time with her relatives in France, that they showed her affection, but she hated that their attitude rubbed off on her daughter. Okay, her niece, but at that point she thought of Chris as a daughter, and it was pissing her off. It was the reason she didn't let Caitlyn spend time over there, or at least not much, because they spoiled and tainted and did everything to turn the girls into spoiled brats, an Chris picked it up way too easily. They always ended up fighting or Chris would get in trouble and expect someone else to clean up the mess... Never once had she come back smiling and respectful, and it seemed Anna got the worst of it, and seeing her upset made Clara miserable. --- Her most recent trip had been no exception to past trips... Well, not in a good way. It was worse, much worse. When she said 'you're not my mother', Anna was the one who reacted first, but Clara felt as stunned as Chris looked when Anna smacked her. She felt like Chris' mother, loved her like a daughter... And if Anna wasn't her mother neither was Clara. It hurt, her chest tightened, throat caught... Chris was her daughter... No, perhaps she wasn't. Apparently being there meant less than genetics. For once Clara was there for Anna though, being the strong one, ignoring her own feelings and grabbing her mate in a tight hug... Squeezing her tightly and stroking her back. It's okay my love... She didn't mean it... Clara wasn't sure she believed what she was saying, but she was desperate for it to be true... She couldn't imagine Chris thinking that way, not thinking of her and Anna as parents, it was unfathomable. Just let her cool down and then I'll go and talk to her... Clara would handle it... Anna crying didn't only break her heart but it made her protective, and in this instance it meant taking on the job of figuring out what the hell Chris' problem was. --- Chris was near tears herself by the time she got to her room. She slammed the door as hard as she possibly could and stomped over to her bed, plopping down on the edge and trying not to break down. Sometimes... Sometimes she said things she regretted, this was one of those times. She loved Anna and Clara so much, and yet, she had so much anger and confusion. It didn't help that she had just spent a month with people telling her she was better than both Clara and Anna, that she wasn't their daughter, that she was pure and they had expectations for her... Though that was the problem with being impressionable, it was a hard thing to know about yourself, it all seemed like original thinking to the young woman. No that every second had been about that, Clara's immediately family loved her, but the little factions within the high society family were not above sowing such disgusting seeds. Still, thinking those were her own thoughts, it only made things worse. She felt conflicted, truly loving both of them and yet having those thoughts. Considering them mothers and yet saying they weren't aloud. It was such days that made her miss martial arts, fighting was always so cathartic. Still, as she sat there, holding back tears, she felt angrier still, that temptation to go against her heart gnawing at her, trying to make her do things she would regret, to spiral in to one of those moods that would persist despite being fully aware it was wrong and ridiculous. All over what? Being told she couldn't go to a friends house, and yet, as she pondered it she immediately leaned towards excuses rather than feeling, how she was old enough to make her own decisions, that school was an easy joke, how Anna had no right to say anything to her.... Not what she really wanted to say, not deep down, and yet they were the things she grasped at first, on the forefront of her mind.