Just inside of Jenny’s dorm door, right below the mail slot, was an envelope. The envelope was a cream color and absolutely pristine, not a speck of dirt showed on the heavy paper. Written in fancy, swirling script was “Jenny P. Quinn.” Jenny picked up the envelope hesitantly. There was only one thing that it could contain, and it wasn’t good.
She stood there, staring at the fancy envelope addressed to her. She didn’t want to open it, she knew what was inside, and she wanted to be able to lie, to say that she’d never gotten it, that it had gotten lost in the mail, or something of the kind. But as her hands numbly began to open the envelope, she knew that resistance was pointless.
She slid the contents of the envelope carefully out of it. It was exactly what she had expected. It was a wedding invitation. Her father’s. And it took all of her willpower not to tear it to shreds and throw it into a fire. But she didn’t.
Jenny dreaded going to the wedding, and as she took out the RSVP sheet, she took a long moment to decide which little box to check. “Attending” or “Not Attending”. Obviously she would rather choose the latter, but her knowledge of her father made her second guess herself.
If she didn’t go, he would be furious. And he would be sure to take it out on Jenny the next time he saw her. Even if there wouldn’t otherwise be a next time, he would make one. He would come to Olympus, he would find a way to get in, and he would make her pay.
Jenny couldn’t have that. She had other people to worry about here. She had Quinn, Chels, Nevaeh, Finn. She couldn’t expose her friends and family to her father, not again. Look at what had happened last week, he’d actually punched people, and had duct taped Aurora’s mouth shut. She couldn’t risk anything like that happening ever again. Especially if it could have been avoided.
With a shaky hand, Jenny checked the “Attending” box. She had to go. She owed it to her friends and family to go. It would be a living nightmare for her, but in living through it, she would keep the nightmare far, far away from everyone else. She was going, and somehow, someway, she would get through it in one piece.
Jenny slid the RSVP card into a small, already addressed envelope and sealed it shut. Jenny walked down the hall to the mail slot, and slid the envelope through the slot. There was no going back now. June 16th, one week before she left for training, and she would be at her father’s wedding.
She was going, and there was no turning back.
What?
Do I have to fucking say it again? My baby sister is DEAD.
Oh my gods, Quinn, that’s awful. I’m so so sorry.
I..er…ok……………
What happened? Are you alright?
Erin’s dead.
What?
Oh wow. How are you liking it here so far?
I think its lovely, everyone here is so friendly.
Well, I’m glad you’re getting that impression.
