Location: The Main House
Time: 10:45 P.M.
Jace lounged in one of the large chairs that lined the halls leading to the grand ballroom. It was the ball that was held every year at the main Montague house- of course, only for the ones with actual Montague blood flowing through their veins-, and millions of dollars flowed to hosting the party every year. Large ornaments lined the walls, contrasting with the ancient and most likely stolen artifacts and expensive furniture that dotted along the walls. Everything about the house was gaudy, and to be honest, Jace hated every single thing about it. From the red wallpaper with the fleur de elise prints to the soft carpet that lined all the halls in the house; everything enforced the large frown that was permanently printed on Jace’s face. Disgust broiled in his stomach as he watched several members of the Montague family walk past, fake smiles plastered on their faces as they regarded each other coldly.
Fake cunts. He yawned, crossing his legs as he lounged on the soft red velvet couch. Jace had long since lost sight of Ev- a mishap on his side, as he had been pulled away to be informed on how one of his operations was going. Two rather tipsy teenage girls stumbled past, their voices rising over the cacophonous din that filled the hall, drawing glares from the adults and admiring, wolfish looks from other teenage males in the halls. Jace shot the two a contemptuous glance. Seems like those two bitches will be gone next. But, well, Jace couldn’t care much. If it were his job to ‘clean’ those two, he would do it without a second thought. For myself, mother and Ev. A scowl formed on his face before Jace was able to wipe it away. Sighing, he picked up the glass of champagne he had placed on the small table beside the couch he now sat on and took a long gulp, cleaning the contents within the tall, clean glass.
Standing up, Jace walked into the large ballroom. The smell of smoke and perfume rose up and clogged Jace’s nose. Laughter and shouts filled the room, as the respective Montague members interacted with one another. In a corner, Jace spotted some of the lesser Montague families- the poorer ones- banded together, away from the main events occurring near the center of the ballroom. A smirk formed on Jace’s face; he had no respect for those who didn’t try to pave their own ways to fortune and power. Like I did with my two fists. As Jace made his way through the crowd, many of the members there turned and glared at him- some with respect, others with full on hatred. They all knew whom Jace really was- he made it clear himself as he walked across the room, shoving everyone out of his way. Those who didn’t know much knew fully well that Jace was not someone to trifle with.
“Waiter!” Jace snapped, walking behind the waiter whom had a tray on his hand, weaving through the crowd slowly. “Fucking stop, God damn it. What is this you have on this fucking thing? Is it damned champagne, again?” Because I swear to fucking God, if you have no vodka…” The color drained out of the waiters face as he stammered a reply and motioned for Jace to follow him through the crowd. The two weaved through the groups of Montagues before finally reaching a door. “Please, follow me.” The waiter said, respectively, looking down at the floor hard while trying to avoid Jace’s harsh glare. Opening the door for Jace, the waiter shuddered as Jace walked into the back room and into the ‘private bar’. This bar was reserved mainly only for the higher up members within the Montague family, and Jace had only been able to gain access to this room two years ago. The bartender looked up and nodded at Jace, grabbing a cup and pouring apple juice in it without Jace asking. “Fuck. Why’s it smell like the fucking high Heaven’s back in that shitty place?” Jace asked, sitting on the comfortable high chairs on the bar right across from the bartender. “It’s almost as if everyone’s either fucking, smoking, or drinking in that damned ballroom while the fucking Boss watches. Christ. Taking a gulp from his cup, Jace shook his head and sighed, pulling at his already loosened tie.
He wanted to go home and sleep rather than stay any longer in this Hell hole.
Location: The Laudree
Time: 11 A.M.
Knock, knock.
Jason looked up from his picture and turned to see his mother right behind him. “Mom, look! I drew you, Ev, and I all together!” A faint smile formed on the tired looking woman’s face- a bitter, sad smile. “Like, we were at the park, and see? You’re there swinging me on the swing, and Ev’s over there swinging on the other swing…
Knock, knock.
“Where the fuck are all you fucking cunts!” His father’s voice rang from the darkness, causing his mother to disperse into the air. “Mom?” Jason asked, turning around, finding himself alone in his room. “Ma!” Tears formed in the corner of his eyes as he started to run. “Come back here you little piece of shit! You aren’t any better than that adopted runt even though you have my fucking genes running through your veins!” He could hear his father’s steps coming closer even though Jason was running like he had never ran before. “Stop fucking running right fucking now!”
Knock, knock. A voice. More pounding.
Jace flipped around. Sweat budded on his face as he sat up, his eyes flying open to survey the area around him. My room. With a sigh, Jace fell back into his comfortable bed and sighed, relief filling him as a stray tear rolled down from his left eye. He had finally fallen asleep at 4 in the morning, but he knew that she would never let him sleep in any later than 11. Ev was definitely the one at the door.
“Go away, Ev.” Jace hollered, hoping that his sister would relent and let him sleep a bit longer.