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Unimpressed With Her

February 17, 2001

Thomas stood in her doorway hands clasped behind his back. His face was so ghastly white he might have powdered it.

"You can give me the tabloids, Tommy. They can't be that bad." So she had grown a little obsessive of what was being said about her. It wasn't her fault she cared about every little detail they said, and wanted everyone to like her.

"I don't think I can Jackie, and I think we should stay inside all weekend and never leave." Just as she was about to question him her phone buzzed. It was Zara.

"Hello?" She asked a little confused.

"Jackie, have you read the papers at all?" There was an odd urgency in her voice, she had never sounded so panicked. This was her sweet fragile friend though, and possibly the one thing that could break her.

"No, what's going on-"

Before she could finish Natania stormed in unplugging their tiny tv they had set up in the corner.

Furious she growled, "Okay does somebody want to tell me what's going on?"

Minutes passed with only the sound of Zara's breathing in her ear. All three wanted to prolong the pain a bit longer, but eventually she would have to face it. So, Thomas handed forward the Daily Mail article.

On the cover was an old picture of her grandfather and her. It was for a professional portrait in his office, and they were both standing tall no smiles, no love.

As her breath caught in her throat the paper slipped from her fingers, and suddenly she was juggling it through the air. "I'm so sorry Jackie," Zara whispered soothingly, but she couldn't respond.

Her eyes were near bursting with tears, but all his sharp words were challenging them. Reverting her back to a little girl, too scared to stand up to him.

She wouldn't cry,

She couldn't cry,

But she had to read the article.

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As the hours passed the more Jaclyn grew irritated with herself. she wanted to wail, but wouldn't allow herself, she wanted to scream, but couldn't find the power, and most of all she wanted to be mad at William but her heart said no. He had currently left several voicemails on her phone accompanied by several unanswered texts.

She had talked to her family, consoled her grandma as she cried, and shared with them everything she was feeling. Her burning hatred of her grandfather, the embarrassment she feared would constantly follow her if his name's for her stuck, and her small frustrations with William.

It wasn't right, but for a while she wanted to be mad with him. Her mom swore it was normal, if she didn't know William her grandfather would be just another deadbeat, and tabloids across the world wouldn't be inspecting her mental stability after all.

But, her dad had reminded her that he dealt with this daily, she had a sense of what she was getting into last July.

Angrily she had thrown on her AC/DC shirt, she needed something to protect her and feel familiar. The shirt had been her dad's, wearing it made it feel like he was hugging her which was all she wanted at the moment.

When the first tabloid of her had come out she had been the one to say don't do anything. She didn't want to be an inconvenience or anger anyone so she figured, ignore it, and it'll go away. So, she couldn't blame him for not doing anything.