Nessa's parents knew. They knew, and they were not amused. It was her fault, in part, for hiding from them, and hiding the new truth from them. But it was also Dylan's fault for causing her problem to begin with. She didn't see any other choice besides leaving her house, despite having only just returned to try and find out more about the girl. But there was no chance for her to poke around or even pose hedging questions, because she had made the poor decision of irritating one of their friends at the latest pureblood get-together.
The only person who didn't seem to know about her parents' fury was Nathaniel, and that was merely because he hadn't been at the party. Luckily. So, naturally, he was the first person she had thought of when trying to figure where to go. As far as she knew, he had been considering a job at a law firm, but she hadn't seen him recently enough to know if he had decided upon actually taking the job or not. So she waited until afternoon before making her way to his flat, hoping that he would be around.
All she had on hand were a few days' clothes, given that she had decided to hurry off before her parents did something utterly mental like what they had done to their birth daughter. Honestly, she couldn't think of what they might do, but she didn't really want to have to consider it. In her mind, there were many terrible things that they could - and would - do, given their past grievances. As she walked up the stairs to his door, she pulled the bag of her things farther onto her shoulder and ended up shifting her weight after knocking on the door and waited for him to answer.
by Heather Ellison Fri Apr 24, 2015 11:28 pm
