Alecto Joyce// d6 cb done

Mother is the perfect housewife.

I cannot remember a day in my life where there was a single dirty dish left on the counter. Her wooden spoon hit hard against the backside of my hand if my bed was not made perfectly down to every last centimeter.

Father is the perfect husband.

A doctor worthy of his title. Always putting his patients first, constantly providing the best treatment…if they could pay for it. His absence was made up for by the diamond jewelry hanging from my mother’s neck. A kiss on the cheek whenever he arrived home, smiling proudly after I would hand him my latest perfect grade from school. For if it was not perfect, then his smile would turn into a disappointing frown. Praise would turn itself into threats of throwing me out to the streets.

I was the perfect daughter.

A scholar of the highest regards, ready to take over my father’s practice one day. That was the only option ever laid before my eager eyes….until it wasn’t. Not after the day I had set foot in Verbrecher Pharmaceuticals and learnt of a world waiting for me to come conquer it. All the years I had been the perfect role model to my siblings, never making a mistake, never raising my voice. Do as you are told, Alecto. Bright as the sun, but never at the center of my solar system.

The perfect education. Never stepping out of line. I was everything they wanted.

Finally, I had learnt to think for myself…pondering if they hate me now that they no longer control me.

We were the perfect family, or so they let everyone believe.