Lavender's POV

Being the offspring of two love birds is never easy. I have always craved the love they each for each other, the feeling in your stomach when everything just feels right. I remember when I was in kindergarten with my overalls dirty from all the mud on the ground.

"Isak, do you love me?" I asked the guy in front of me, his cheeks were covered in chocolate because it was around easter. He looked at me in my eyes and lowered his eyebrows before making a gag sound and running away. 

I remember in middle school there was a guy named Fred. His fluffy light brown hair that covered his forehead made all the girls insane. They all wanted him, and I was one of them. I had never laid my eyes on him before he cut his hair. He was actually quite an ugly duckling before that with his long hair with too much hair gel. 

I remember watching him from a far because it wasn't kindergarten anymore. He sometimes looked back at me and it made my heart melt. Let's be honest I wasn't the most attractive, my hair was turning brown and I had pimples all over my face. That's what puberty does to you.

I still thought that I had a chance until the new girl appeared. She had curly brown hair with tanned skin. Her brown eyes sparkled more than mine ever could and her smile with her dimples were perfect. He craved her not me.

Both of those times I thought I had found love, but it wasn't true. The funniest, most handsome guy is now sitting in front of me cracking jokes with my parents while stuffing his mouth with my mother's awesome homemade food. That is love.

"Lavender, let me get that off you." he grabbed a napkin from the table and wipped some sauce from my chin. My parents smiled as they watched us interact with each other. I guess we reminded them of themselves.

"I remember when we were your age, we were pretty wild." my dad continued the conversation with his stories that he always told me as a child. 

"How so?" Timothy asked, he shouldn't have done that. Now my father will ramble on forever about their trip to Paris and how their parents hated them for it. How they appeared on the news and how my dad almost married another girl. 

"It seems like you're all done with your food, follow me I will show you your room." my mom stopped the conversation, even she was tired of the stories. We left our dishes on the table and headed after my mom to the top floor with a view of the entire city. 

"This is your room. Don't do any funny business, you're too young to a have a child." she cracks a joke like always. Besides she was younger than me when she had me, her golden child. We wouldn't be able to support a child anyways, we weren't lucky enough to just a have business handed over to us. Well he did.

My mom exits the room and Timothy starts packing in his things in the drawers. 

"What name would you like our daughter to have, I already know a name that I love." he raises his eyebrows at the question. Did I scare him, haha? He looks at me while holding up a shirt that he folded to lay in the drawers. 

"Magnolia. Do you like that?" I continue on the conversation. It's fun seeing him react that way, of course I'm not thinking about kids yet, we met a couple of months ago. He continues to place things into the drawers and I lay on the bed.

Timothy's POV

Magnolia? Another flower name, so she wants to continue that tradition. I like the name Magnolia, it reminds me of my childhood. My mom put up a swing on the branch of our magnolia tree in our backyard.

I see the look at Lavender's face as she gets a call. She turns the phone towards me, it's Brooklyn. She bits her lip trying to figure out what to do. She answers the phone and puts Brooklyn on speaker.

"Lavender? Where are you?" she yells at Lavender with a harsh voice. She was in rage that Lavender hadn't stayed as her puppet.

"I'm at my parents house." Lavender responds. I hear Brooklyn gasp for air on the phone. Lavender hangs up the phone and walks out of the bedroom door into her parents room. I hope she's getting help. 

"Can you guys please call a security guard to be in our house. Brooklyn called." she asks her parents, they have access to security guards? Why didn't she tell me this? We could've stayed in New York that way!

I see her mom getting out of the bed and getting the phone from her night stand, Lavender walks back into our room. She has tears in her eyes and her eyebrows are tiled. She opens up her arms and places them around me. I stroke her hair as we hug. 

"Can you please stay awake with me? I don't want to be alone." she mumbles, of course I will love. Anything for you. Besides I'm jetlagged, I doubt I can even sleep. I nod my head and she smiles. 

Her mom walks into the room with her phone in her hand. She stands at the door opening and watches us comfort each other.

"I called two security guards. They're arriving soon. Don't worry guys, we got this." she says before closing the door and walking back into her room. 

"Don't cry Lavender. We got this." I wipe the last tears off her face. I was the one who murdered Bryson, I'm the one who's causing Lavender all this harm. If I hadn't done it then she wouldn't been here crying in my arms. I hate seeing her sad.