Thread: Young Lust {Crimson and Azuriyuu} (Continued)

Jasmine was content to help Bartiel in the kitchen. It wasn't long until she had nearly all the omelets done, though she finished with all the pancakes just as she heard the knock on the door. Looking over her shoulder Jasmine shook her head and smiled as Vision ran for the door, her attention turned back to the eggs in the pan before her. Carefully pushing in the edges and turning the pan to allow the uncooked portion of egg to slide onto the hot surface she had just flipped the omelet and filled it with bacon and cheese when Bartiel and Vision's parents entered the room. Finished completely the small girl hummed softly as she slid the finished product from the pan, turning off the burner and moving to wipe her hands clean of the minuscule amount of bacon grease she'd gotten on her fingers. Turning she stayed leaned against the far counter as she looked over Bartiel's mother and adoptive father. Smiling as she looked Lowe over she couldn't help feel a small pang of regret in her chest that she couldn't be with her family, but she pushed that aside quickly and turned her attention to Bartiel's mother. The woman was beautiful and it was obvious which of his parents, biological that is, that he took after. Taking in everything that she possibly could Jasmine said nothing when Vision began rambling on about the reason she was there, not minding at all that the younger boy was going on and on about various things. Remaining set a little apart from the family she simply watched, not wanting to interfere in their greetings. When she was introduced she'd step forward and greet each of the adults herself, but until then she was more than happy to simply stand in the corner and watch them. In the back of her mind Jasmine began to wonder what she'd have been doing if she'd gone home for vacation. She'd most likely not have been at home at all, instead she'd have been at one of her friend's houses, or with one of the boys that had either used her for sex or viceversa. If she'd have actually been home then she knew there would have been fighting and lots of it. It wasn't that her parents were bad parents, they simply didn't understand, and didn't want to understand why Jasmine was the way she was. When she was younger Jasmine had been the perfect child, an angel of a girl before she'd hit puberty, though she'd always been curious before. Her mother was soft spoken and gentle, the type of woman who took care of the house while her husband was away at work the ideal housewife. Her father, on the other hand, wasn't involved all that much. As long as Jasmine had done what she was told and stayed out of his way things were fine, but when she began to get into trouble things had suddenly changed. The small fights that her parents had had grew larger, the yelling grew louder, and more of the anger and pain seemed to be pointed in Jasmine's direction. Her mother would simply look at her with tear stained eyes and say nothing while her father ranted about the things that she'd done to get herself into trouble, working himself to the point that Jasmine knew one day he would snap at hit her harder than he had the first time. The first time had just been a slap, just enough to redden her cheek, but it had shook Jasmine more than would have been expected. Since then things hadn't escalated to further violence, but small 'accidents' would happen that would result in small bruises or simply hurt feelings. Pushing away thoughts of home quickly Jasmine just tucked an arm around her waist and smiled softly, pushing away any thought that could possibly force her to pull back. Though usually social the small girl preferred to stay out of the limelight, finding it much more enjoyable to work behind the scenes than be out front.