ʀɪᴄʜ ʙᴏʏ ⋆ Jacob Thrombey

⋆𝒸𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹⋆

Y/N frowned at the seemingly blank piece of paper in front of her, sighing softly. So, she almost died getting up to his study but there wasn't even any candy? Her sweet-tooth wasn't happy about that but she was even less happy about the fact there was a blank piece of paper that had gotten her hopes up and failed miserably again. Great. Just her luck. Even from the grave Harlan was playing his games.

Her thoughts transitioned the Marta, who had inherited all of Harlan's money. No relation to him, just a nurse, just a nurse who-

Y/N found herself fighting down jealousy. She took a breath and let it out slowly, not wanting herself to get too worked up at that hour. Deep down, Y/N knew that she was just mad about the fact she'd be getting kicked out of school, lost her best friend and still had bills to pay with nobody to help her. Not now, not even Jacob.

She groaned softly and scrunched the piece of paper back into her pocket before heading out of the study, the floorboards of the old staircase creaking beneath her feet as she headed downstairs again. Made it to the hallway. Headed back to the trap window. Began to climb. 

The freezing cold night-time breeze sent shivers down her spine as she cautiously lowered herself down the wooden lattice at the side of the house. She made sure not to try and grab onto the broken piece, not this time. She really wasn't in the mood to fall three stories down. 

Her feet touched back down to the ground, sighing with relief as she felt the safety of the ground meet her feet again. And then, she ducked down, anticipating the yellow light beaming through the windows but the light had gone. The whole of the mansion must have headed to bed, now she could walk without the fear of being seen.

Y/N walked through the garden of Harlan's house, heading around to the front so she could leave through the gate. Her thoughts went back to Marta. She thought about the way she'd inherited all of his money and-

But she didn't inherit all of his money, did she?

She thought back to the calculation she made only a mere day ago, really, but it felt like a year. There was money left over, Harlan was worth a good couple of million more than the amount Marta had received. But where did that money go? Charity? Maybe, Harlan was always looking to help out the poor but surely it would have been mentioned in the will? She sighed as her feet patted along the front path, heading towards the gate, back turned to the Thrombey mansion.

"Y/N?" A voice spoke from the shadows of Harlan's porch. The voice froze Y/N in place, as if the voice had wrapped an invisible lasso around her. She slowly turned to face the familiar voice. She immediately knew who it was. It was pitch-black outside and the only thing revealing the face of the person was the light from a phone screen, right under their face.

Y/N cursed herself silently for walking along the lit path instead of sneaking through the side gate. But it was too late now. Now Jacob had seen her.

"What are you doing here?" He asked and Y/N tried not to panic. Because I wanted to sneak into your dead grandpa's study to steal his candy.

"Uhm. I was going to come and see... you. But I guess I chickened out. I'm just leaving." She told him, trying her hardest to make it seem like a genuine comment. It was partly true anyway, the thought had occurred to her for a split second. But it was a bad idea and this proved it.

"Oh. I mean- good."

Good? She thought. He actually wanted to talk to her? Her heart pace rose up. He didn't actually hate her? He wanted to work things out. "Yeah?" She asked, trying her hardest not to smile, not wanting to seem too relieved and needy.

"Yeah. Good that you're leaving." He said, pausing for a moment, eyes flicking back and forth between his phone screen and her. If she squinted, she might have even thought she saw tears in his eyes. But she couldn't be certain. Because his words told a different story. "Don't come back here. Ever."

Y/N felt her heart sink lower than it had ever done before. Her heart hit her stomach with a thump, or at least it felt like it, because she suddenly felt the urge to vomit. Her mind raced for something to say, but it was all she could do to turn around and leave.

When she arrived at her house again, the tears were gushing down her cheeks like a river. A polluted river, at that. Sure, she'd assumed he hated her for a day or so already. But they were merely assumptions, now she knew it was true. She sniffled and desperately tried to wipe the tears and snot from her face as she raced to her fireplace- lit a match- started the fire.

She sighed softly and collapsed next to the orange flames in her fireplace, she felt the heat stop her continuous shaking and she reached into her pocket. Grabbing hold of the piece of paper from Harlan. It was all over. The only tie she had to that family was Harlan and Jacob. Both of which were out of the picture. It was the end of a chapter in her life, except that it felt like the end of the entire book.

She held the piece of paper to the flames, meaning to throw it in, discard of it forever. But there was an attachment to this small piece of paper she couldn't just break off. And then the black letters began to form. Words after words, paragraphs after paragraphs. The words of a long letter began to show up. A letter written to her, only her. And a letter that contained answers to questions she'd been asking for months. She began reading.

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Sorry for the cliff hanger! Thank you for reading this chapter! Don't forget to vote!

What do you think the letter says?

Also can anyone give me feedback on the story so far, I'm not sure if the writing too great literature wise but nevermiiiind :)