A/N : hi ! Here is chapter three ! :)) I hope you'll like it...

Blanche
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"I miss you, sweetheart." my Mom sighed from the other line.

"I do too." I told her, wanting really bad to hug her. Today, my Mom called me by surprise as we usually phoned on specific days, and today was not one of those days. I could sense that she had something to tell me. 

"You know, Blanche, your father and I talked yesterday, and that's the main reason why I'm calling you today..." she started. "We really feel bad for leaving you out there, alone. And even though you carry on saying that you're fine, I can feel that you're not." she said, her voice full of sadness.

"Please Mom, don't feel bad. This is not your fault, alright ? I'm a grown-up person, now. I can take care of myself." I tried to reassure her.

"I know..." she sighed. "We just want to see you happy, baby. And you are not right now." she said sternly and I stayed mute. She was right, I wasn't happy. I didn't have anything to tell her back. I missed terribly my family, and I couldn't see them frequently as they lived on the other side of the country, in Danville, Virginia. I remembered the time I told my Mom that Michael and I weren't together anymore, she was so pissed at him for what he did to me. She was as disappointed as me that day, because I knew she liked him. She wanted to come in California immediately and take care of her "baby" and I begged her not to. I was so ashamed of my apartment's state. At that time, I had to buy it in emergency as I had no other place to stay in. It was worse than now, as I did some cleaning in the two years that followed. "Why don't you come for some days ?" my Mom broke the silence, her voice full of hope now. "I'm sure it could a great idea. So you can rest with your Dad and I, at home. Huh ? What do you think ?" she asked.

Honestly, I couldn't say no. She sounded so hopeful on the phone. And I missed my hometown, where I grew up in my parents' love and care. I was their unique child, and I could understand that it was hard for them to be so far from me. I mean, I would be sad if it was the case with my kid. For these past two years, I skipped the family traditions such as Christmas or birthdays and I always had to find an excuse not to go in Danville. 

"Alright. I'll come." I answered, smiling as I immediately felt my Mom's joy radiate off the phone.

"Oh darling ! You do not imagine how happy we are ! I'm so excited ! I'll prepare everything for you to feel at home !" she continued, squealing like a little girl. I giggled, happy to make my parents happy. "When can you come ?"

"Hummm... Probably in two days. I'll need to pack some stuff and find plane tickets."

"Alright ! That's fine with us !"

"Good." I said.

We soon said goodbye and I hang up the phone. I was really excited to see my parents and leave this place for a little while.

Michael
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"Thanks for coming." I said after opening the front door. I let my sister come in and closed it.

"No problem." she mumbled, looking around the house carefully, making sure we were alone.

"Don't worry. Lisa went to her friend." I said and saw Janet relax instantly.

"Good, 'cause I can't bear this bitch..." she cursed, having no sympathy towards my wife. I snorted and led her to the living room where we sat on the couch. "So..." she started, looking at me intensely. "Why did you ask me to come over ?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Hum..." I struggled with my words, blushing. "Well..." I cleared my throat and looked out the window, embarrassed.

"Come on, Michael... Spill the beans !" she exclaimed, her eyes full of anticipation. I sighed and thought that there wasn't any reasons why I would feel ashamed of those things.

"I-I miss Blanche." I said shyly, looking down at my hands. "I can't stop thinking about her. And-... God I shouldn't have done that..." I whispered, biting my lip, thinking of the other day.

"Do what ?" Janet asked, confused. "Michael, you know you can talk to me." she tried to reassure me, caressing my arm softly.

"Well... I climbed up the Giving Tree." I told her, looking in her eyes. "It was the first time I did it since... you know what..." I took a deep breath. "It's hard."

"I know. Mother is always worrying about you. She keeps calling you but there's no answer each time."

"Really ?" Janet nodded. "Oh, well, I'm always in the studio. And Lisa probably doesn't want to talk to Mother." I mumbled.

"What a witch..." Janet breathed with greeted teeth.

"Janet." I warned her. "Don't talk about her like that."

"Oh c'mon, Mike !" she exclaimed, lifting her hands in innocence. "I know you think the same about her."

"Yeah..." I giggled. "That's true." I admitted and Janet immediately smiled in victory.

"But, anyway... What are you gonna do about that ?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

"I don't know. I'd like to know how she is." I answered, thinking about Blanche's angelic face.

"She's probably devastated right now."

"You think so ?" I asked, looking at my sister with worried eyes. She stared at me with big eyes.

"Duh... Mike. Don't you remember how you acted with her ?" she reminded me again. "I'm sorry to say that, big brother, but you really were an asshole that day." she said. "And a big one." she added. I sighed and nodded.

"I know..." I said, grimacing with guilt. "I bet she'll never forgive me."

"Well, you don't really do anything to make her forgive you." Janet told me, standing up and going to the kitchen. I followed her, puzzled.

"What do you mean ?" I asked, watching her cut a slice of cake from the fridge. She started eating it with her bare hands, smearing chocolate sauce all over her mouth. "Uh, you know, Jan, I've got spoons over there." I remarked, looking at her in disgust as I pointed at a drawer in the kitchen.

"What I mean is that you married another woman..." she started, not minding what I just told her. "And you're also fucking this same woman." she said and I winced at her harsh words. "I wouldn't forgive you if I were Blanche." I sighed again in defeat. "Can you imagine ? She sees you on television with your beloved wife, all smiling when you actually broke up with the true woman of your life ! My God, she must be calling you all the names that exist in the dictionary !" she said with her mouth full of cake. I closed my eyes and tried to keep myself cool as I felt my blood boil. "She probably thinks you cheated on her or something-"

"Shut up !" I shouted painfully, covering my ears with both my hands to block them from hearing those horrible words. My lip was trembling and my heart was beating faster than the normal pace. "I hate that ! I hate it !" I screamed crazily, passing rapidly in front of my surprised sister. "Gosh, Janet ! What's wrong with you ?!" I stopped and looked at her, messing with my hair. "You were supposed to help me ! Not to humiliate me !" I sighed loudly, going back to the living room and flopping on the couch, rubbing my face in tiredness. 

I really wanted to cry at that moment ; it was so hard to deal with my feelings. I was broken, hurt, betrayed. And I also deserved it. How could I have listened to them ? What was wrong with me ? I felt like I had been blind for two years, doing what people were telling me to do, obeying like a dog. 

"I'm not a goddamn dog !" I exclaimed, throwing my arms in the air. I must have caught Janet off guard as she entered the room several seconds later, looking at me with worried eyes.

"You okay ?" she asked, walking closer to where I was laying with careful steps. I nodded slightly and continued to rub my temples, trying to spare my head from having an headache. "Listen... I'm sorry, Mike." she sighed, obviously feeling bad. "I shouldn't have said that to you. You're in a hard situation and, as you said, I should have helped you." she apologized. I honestly could not stay mad at her.

"It's okay, Jan, it's not your fault." I told her. "I really am a coward. I deserved your words."

"No, no, really, Michael." she insisted, looking me deep in the eyes. "You must feel terrible, and I'm truly sorry." 

I smiled at her and sat up straight.

"Come here," I said and opened my arms, letting her hug me. I caressed her back softly in a brotherly way and sighed in relief. I missed my sister, and I couldn't let my fucked up actions get in between our relationship. I was happy to know that my family was supportive of me. It has been a while since I last experienced such a soothing gesture. Not even with Lisa. 

"You know what ?" Janet asked as she let me go. I gave a questioning look and signaled her to continue. "I want to help you get back to Blanche." she said with honesty. I looked at her in surprise.

"Really ?" I asked, smiling as I thought that I may have a slight chance to have my girl back. "You'll do that ?" I couldn't believe it. 

"Of course ! You're my brother. I'll help you whenever you need it." she said. "But first," she said, pointing her finger and I listened to her carefully. "We need to get rid of Lisa." she smirked.

A/N : oooooh :))) let the drama begin between Michael and Lisa ! I'm so excited for her to get her ass knocked down !