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The Beautiful, The Privileged, The Damaged

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a part of The Beautiful, The Privileged, The Damaged, by beautifuldeception.

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Sebastian Beaudet [3] "I long for the day I become victorious"
Maxwell Mooneyham [3] "What can I say, I'm a privileged man both in business and in bed."
Éléonore Bennington [3] "Everything in your head doesn't need to be said.."
Birdie Bennington [3] "Please daddy wishes I was still his little girl."

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Birdie was and odd name for a girl of immense wealth, of course it wasn't her real name. Her mother would have never stood for it. It was a name given to her by a childhood friend, her first real crush Sebastian. The name had stuck even her father had started to call her by it, her despised it. Bridie though loved it, it was something she clung to a way of clinging to what was left of her innocence. She sat at her vanity staring at her reflection in the mirror. Make-up covered her already beautiful face, too much make-up if you were to ask her.

A beautiful gold gown club to her small frame, making her look particularly expensive. Tonight her father was throwing her and her new fiance a party and she wasn't in the least bit thrilled. She was dreading the party, people who she didn't care to see would be there congratulating her, making her want to scream. That would be the feeling for the rest of her life, lavish party after lavish boring party, making her want to scream, making her skin crawl.

She let herself a cigarette taking a drag off of it, letting the smoke feel her lung before blowing it back out in a cloud. She watched the smoke spiral, before disappearing. Obnoxiously loud rap music blared from the speakers in her room as Maxwell got ready for the party. Bridie sighed out yet another breath of smoke as Max walked by plucking the cigarette from between her lip taking a drag off of it himself before pulling it out on the wood of the vanity. He lend down to get on her level.

She held his eyes irritated and he held them back a cocky smirk on his lips. He blew the breath of smoke out in her face, but she didn't so much as wince he lend in to kiss her lips and she looked away, causing him to kiss her cheek instead which seemed to piss him off. He grabbed her chin roughly forcing her to look at him. "What'd I tell you about smoking huh?" he spat. He pressed his lips against hers then, hard but she didn't kiss him back. "Don't fucking test me tonight Bronx." he warned refusing to use her nickname.
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"I wouldn't dream of it." she breathed back, her tone laced with sarcasm. She pulled away from him then, standing as she headed for the door not bothering to wait for him. She was quick to move down the stairs wanting nothing more than to be alone. People busily about the mansion, readying the house for the people who'd be arriving any moment. Someone grabbed her wrist roughly stopping her. "Let go." she ordered, figuring it was Maxwell.

"You better change that attitude of yours sweetheart." her mother's voice was as hellishly regal as ever. "I thought we decided on the blue dress." her mother said looking Birdie over with judgmental eyes. "Go change dear, that dress makes you look...dreadfully poor." he mother breathed weaving her off like she was a dog.

"You, decided on the blue dress mother." she said simply. "I'm an adult, I'll dress how I want." she said simply. "You should think about changing yourself, that dress is so last season." she smirked as she slipped outside.

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Éléonore had felt odd in her printed silk, though it was the dress her mother so abruptly chosen for her. It was necessary that her mother chose Éléonore's wardrobe for prestigious reasons, reasons that Éléonore understood and never questioned. She is in fact a Bennington; a child born into prosperous hierarchy. Wherever she went, the paparazzi went retreating her steps; making note at every significant thing she did which would later be seen in the media. And her dear mother was very prudent of this, allowing her daughters to appear ever so angelic and pure; however, behind the masks, faces suffer loneliness and anguish. You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it- a common practice for the Bennington sisters Nonetheless, Éléonore's mother could care less, she was still expecting her daughter to dress the part whilst remaining a proper lady.

Éléonore was finally finished pinning a loose strand, which would have been a bother to her mother, into her bun. Sighing in relief, she fanned herself letting the air cool herself down. It was awfully humid, and Éléonore's dress and heels were not helping. She was debating as to whether or not to change into something more suitable for her age and comfortable when she heard someone shouting out for her sister behind the closed door of Éléonore's room. Thinking it must have been time for the reception to start, she retrieved her handbag and joined her mother out in the hall, regretting having done so once she got a glimpses of her flustered face from rage. The anger quickly vanished when Mrs. Bennington found her kindest daughter looking ever so modest and sophisticated in the dress she wanted to wear, unlike her eldest who refused. "Oh, my darling." she marveled at her daughter's picturesque features in awe as she gave her a peck on each cheek. Éléonore thought it was unusual, but followed in suit.

"Of course it's a little tight around the edges, but it could work." Her mother admitted, smoothing a hand around Éléonore's edges. Éléonore couldn't help herself to figure out if her mother meant to offend her daughter only to persuade her to go on a diet. She would never consider herself fat or overweight though she did have the full cheeks that were often pinched and poked at in a mocking manner; however, her figure was delicate and slender. Often times she caught the boys at her school acknowledging the simple curves. Éléonore had mentally hurled at the thought, and took upon herself to wonder where her sister Birdie was at. "Where is Bronx?" She responded to her sister's given name, knowing that her mother very much disapproved of it.

"Your sister," Mrs. Bennington grumbled as she fluffed at Éléonore's bangs, "is being as inconsiderate at the moment. But I would not let her get to this family. She will clean up this savagery act of hers."

Éléonore hoped her sister hadn't ran off to an isolated area- again. However, Éléonore too if it was her, her mother was scolding. She just hoped her sister was fine. It was her day after all.

Wiggling away from her mother's nearly irritating behavior, she told her that she was going to go find Bronx. Her mother waved her away in ridicule, "She will return eventually, but in the meantime I do encourage you to make small talk with our dear guests and everyone else who appears worthy of our praises once most of them have arrived." Her mother had a way of saying things that were not intentionally meant to hurt someone, but does. "I'm going to search for your father. Why don't you keep Maxwell company until Bronx decides to come pouting herself back inside-" she paused, hearing a few voices out in the foyer -"we have guests! Don't be sluggish. Go do what I say, Éléonore." After Mrs. Bennington rushed her daughter off she made her way down the grand staircase gracefully.

Following in pursuit, Éléonore did as she was told and made her way to Maxwell's room. She wasn't nervous to see him, considering she'd seen him and Bronx together- days where Bronx even brought him home numerous times to do God-knows-what; the thought was provoking. Although, Maxwell was a pretty chill fellow, though she didn't know him exceedingly well.

Éléonore approached his closed door, knocked softly, and began her most saddest attempt of acting hence making herself audible over the blaring music sounding beyond the door, "Mister, Maxwell Mooneyham, sir.. whatever. It's Éléonore here to fulfill the orders from a somewhat exasperated demon, my mother, to attend to your company or however you want to call it. Just please be dressed." She covered her face in her hands, preparing herself for the worse.

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The moment Sebastian Beaudet returned to his hometown in New York, he felt grateful. Did he ever regret leaving for Berlin, German? No. He and his father felt that it was the best thing to do, after the death of his mother awhile back, he decided to make a fresh start and by quitting his job and moving Sebastian to Europe. It was the best option; however, it was one that had forever left a dent in Sebastian's heart throughout the years. An old best friend of his- Bronxtyn Allegra Bennington, or Birdie Sebastian often called her because of her odd obsession with birds, and anything thing else that had the least intention to fly. Birdie was quite the bargain market; an unusual little brunette from that lived next door to him going on third grade. When she had first moved to the Big Apple and into his neighborhood, Sebastian took an oath to not going anywhere within ten feet from where she stood. It was something about that girl that Sebastian didn't find charming. She was too much of a smug to ever capture Sebastian's attention, but it'd probably never worked out any.

It was fifth grade when Sebastian first took up an interest in girls', though it was common at that time for guys to have intimate feeling for the opposite gender. He hadn't known this yet until he began to have a slight crush on a blonde hair, blue-eyed cutie named Mandy. She was indescribably gorgeous, like an angel but without the wings and halo. But who could blame him for thinking this? Everyone thought she was pretty- maybe it was the blue eyes, the only thing missing was the braces. Young Sebastian was a sucker for braces. He thought they were cool, all the different color bands. Whether or not anyone thought he was weird, Sebastian didn't care. He still liked him the way he was fond about Mandy. It was a stupid crush then. Whether Mandy felt the same way or not, she seemed to like the attention.

But things started changing. It was when his neighbor, Birdie, hadn't came to school for a whole two weeks. No one cared, no one but Sebastian that is. He hadn't the feeling. Why should he care that she wasn't present? However, he did care, he cared so much that the first thing he did when he got home from school one Friday morning was going to Birdie's house just to check on her. What turned into a simple- "Hey, Birdie. Here's the work that you missed from these passed two weeks" turned into a "Birdie! Hey, I just came to check and see if you were okay. I missed you, well not miss you in that term. The class misses you." She seemed to find this amusing, amusing in the way that the most popular guy in fifth grade had showed up to her house out of concern. It was sweet in the sortof was that you'd call someone who had given you a Valentine present from a secret admirer- that kind of sweet. And then something happened, something truly and utterly amazing- she flashed Sebastian her braces.

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Now, here he is. Twenty-six year old Sebastian Beaudet who returns from his his days in Berlin to find out that his childhood crush is engaged and he was going to make the attempt to go to the reception. "It's to catch up on thing, remingle with the fellow Benningtons'." He told his father who was skeptical of this. He knew his son. And how he had changed, changed in the way that he almost seemed cruel and a pitiless young man corrupted by his own wealth and fame. Mr. Beaudet knew what his sons intentions were of his son when he arrives in New York, and he was against it from the very beginning Sebastian first pointed it out to him..