Elle Joyner
Fracturer of Fairytales
The End Justifies...
When I think of my father... the memories I have are not ideal. In my mind I am reminded of a man the world deemed a monster. A man whose crimes rocked the world and forever changed my life. Gone are the recollection of a little girl's idol. Gone is the laughter, the joy, the games and the dreams. In a safety deposit box in a bank in Zurich, I keep only one photograph. I am four, all curls and attitude and my father is a young man, eager and handsome. This is the last memory I have of him that is not tarnished by the lies which ruined our family. The lies told and perpetuated by the men and women he trusted...
The men and women I have spent the last three years of my life studying. The men and women whose propensity for violence, for dishonesty, for selfishness is innate. The men and women I have dedicated my life to taking down. My name was Jordan Cartwright. Six months ago, I died in a well-publized car accident.
Today, I am Olivia Brannen… Southampton’s new money. And I’m looking forward to meeting the neighbors.
“Kyle, sweetheart… You didn’t tell me there would this many people.” Stepping out of the town car, Olivia hiked her shades to the top of her head and set her eyes on the string of yachts berthed in the bay.
Kyle’s laughter preceded him, and he slipped out behind her, his arms looping around her narrow waist, chin resting atop her head, “Because I knew you’d pitch a fit and find some excuse not to come. Baby, you know how crazy I look, talking about a girl I’ve been dating for six months, when no one’s actually ever met you?”
“I know, Ky. I know. I just... “
“Don’t handle crowds. I get it, babe. Just… just give me fifteen minutes, and then, if you’re still desperate to get away, we can jet. Fifteen minutes, that’s all.
“...Fifteen minutes?”
“Promise.”
Smiling gently, Olivia nodded and Kyle took her hand, leading her towards The Argo.
The Fourth of July banquet was Thomas and Nancy Blaithe’s annual pet project - a means of auctioning worthless knick-knacks so they could inevitably purchase more worthless knick-knacks, all in the name of fundraising for the poor and needy. It was all Bread and Circuses, and it was the perfect opportunity for Olivia Brannen to begin her mission…
When I think of my father... the memories I have are not ideal. In my mind I am reminded of a man the world deemed a monster. A man whose crimes rocked the world and forever changed my life. Gone are the recollection of a little girl's idol. Gone is the laughter, the joy, the games and the dreams. In a safety deposit box in a bank in Zurich, I keep only one photograph. I am four, all curls and attitude and my father is a young man, eager and handsome. This is the last memory I have of him that is not tarnished by the lies which ruined our family. The lies told and perpetuated by the men and women he trusted...
The men and women I have spent the last three years of my life studying. The men and women whose propensity for violence, for dishonesty, for selfishness is innate. The men and women I have dedicated my life to taking down. My name was Jordan Cartwright. Six months ago, I died in a well-publized car accident.
Today, I am Olivia Brannen… Southampton’s new money. And I’m looking forward to meeting the neighbors.
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“Kyle, sweetheart… You didn’t tell me there would this many people.” Stepping out of the town car, Olivia hiked her shades to the top of her head and set her eyes on the string of yachts berthed in the bay.
Kyle’s laughter preceded him, and he slipped out behind her, his arms looping around her narrow waist, chin resting atop her head, “Because I knew you’d pitch a fit and find some excuse not to come. Baby, you know how crazy I look, talking about a girl I’ve been dating for six months, when no one’s actually ever met you?”
“I know, Ky. I know. I just... “
“Don’t handle crowds. I get it, babe. Just… just give me fifteen minutes, and then, if you’re still desperate to get away, we can jet. Fifteen minutes, that’s all.
“...Fifteen minutes?”
“Promise.”
Smiling gently, Olivia nodded and Kyle took her hand, leading her towards The Argo.
The Fourth of July banquet was Thomas and Nancy Blaithe’s annual pet project - a means of auctioning worthless knick-knacks so they could inevitably purchase more worthless knick-knacks, all in the name of fundraising for the poor and needy. It was all Bread and Circuses, and it was the perfect opportunity for Olivia Brannen to begin her mission…
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