"Can I take you out for lunch?" Jasper broke the silence, his fingers working the buttons of his shirt back into place as his eyes watched the girl, sorting through her drawer in search of a fresh set of clothes.
Jasper reached for Genevieve's hand, clasping his fingers with hers as his thumb traced patterns against her skin, his spare hand on the steering wheel as his car jumped to life with a low purr of its engine, and crawled from her driveway.
Genevieve pulled the door shut behind her silently before she turned with light feet and began to creep through the hallway, gripping her phone tight in her hand, eyes wide and alert.
Genevieve easily swung the storage space of her locker open and crammed her binder inside with contrasted difficulty, swinging he door shut once more and clicking the lock into place. Her steps were groggy as she spun on her heel, they were even havier as she began to make her way back through the halls.
Jasper lifted his phone away from his ear once more, placing the device onto the surface of his desk as he watched Genevieve's contact slip into voicemail. He switched his phone off only a moment after, sliding the device away from his sight as he wrestled away the pressing need to contact her.What had she thought of what happened the previous afternoon? What had she thought when she walked through the front door only to see him in the company of her mother? Through it all, he did not know how to make sense of what he had heard from Mona
Genevieve scrunched her nose as Pansy exhaled a long curtain of tar fumes, cigarette smoldering between her fingers as the shorter girl watched from the sink."When?" Pansy's question was simple enough, voice curling through the silence of the bathroom before the space settled back into an absence of sound.
Genevieve pushed her front door open, pushing it shut behind her with even more force before she dropped her belongings of the day and made her way through the hallway with heavy steps. "How could you do this?" She demanded, the second her eyes fell on her mother who sat by the counter, her hands wrapped around a coffee. Mona shifted her gaze from the wall before her and to her daughter who stood before her at the mouth of the corridor, fuming but still gorgeous and young in the light of the hallway.
"I think something happened to my girlfriend," Jasper's voice was almost nervous as he spoke, though his paces were confident and his tone forcefully sure. "Investigate her mother to start—do whatever you have to to find out what happened," Jasper paused in his paces as he threw the blonde before him a glance. The man stood silently, blue eyes careful and accent stilled as he settled into the silence of Jasper's words. "I've seen her hit her daughter before,""We can start with a timeline, when did you first get suspicious something happe
Genevieve sadly contemplated the one thought, that all of her decisions, every choice she made, everything she had ever done had lead up to this one moment—being called on by the teacher as she was embarrassingly not paying even a shred of attention.The girl was far too busy contemplating each outcome that was possible if she were to tell Jasper that her mother had not been raped. What if he asked why Mona would make up such a case? What if he didn't believe her? What if she'd have to tell him what happened to