When Cas and Zoey finally came downstairs more guests had arrived. And among the guests there was a four year old girl. She had blonde, wavy hair, green eyes, chubby cheeks and thin lips. She ran towards Zoey and Zoey lifted her in her arms.
“There you are, Poppy” Zoey said.
“Mommy” the girl squeaked, squeezing her chubby arms tightly around Zoey’s neck, suffocating her.
“Is that Alexia?” Cas asked. Zoey nodded and put her daughter on her own feet. “Say hi to Emmanuel, sweetie”
Alexia reached out her hand and smiled. “Hello, Emmanuel”
Cas accepted the tiny hand and Alexia squeezed her finger around his index. “Come on, I’ll show you all my favorite flowers”
Cas looked at Zoey, asking for permission. Zoey waved her hand. “Better do what she says” she laughed.
Alexia pulled Cas outside and led him to the backyard. She pointed at some red flowers. “Those are my favorite. That’s why everyone calls me Poppy” Alexia said and she stepped on the earth to get them. She plucked one of them and stepped back on the grass. She reached the flower to Cas. “Put it in my hair, please”
Cas accepted the poppy flower and fixed it in Alexia’s hair on the left side of her head.
“How do I look?” Alexia asked with a big smile.
“You look like a princess” Cas answered in all honesty.
Alexia sank down on the grass in Indian Style and signed at Cas he should sit down too. The smile on Alexia’s face had disappeared. She looked at Cas with a sad face.
“Emmanuel, can you ask my mommy to come back home, please? I miss her and my daddy misses her too” she said sad.
Due to the child’s expression Cas felt sad too. “It must be very unpleasant to have your parents living separated from each other” he said.
Alexia’s sad expression was replaced by confusion.
“What do you mean?” she asked, holding her head diagonally.
“I mean it must be difficult for you, because your parents are divorced” Cas explained. Alexia shook her head heavy. “Mommy and daddy are not divorced. Mommy just stays with aunty Daphne to take care of her. But now she has you, right?”
Daphne had lied to him. Daphne, who loved honesty and being open to each other, had lied to him.
“Emmanuel, are you feeling good?” Alexia asked, when Cas stood up and walked back to the house.
“There you are, Poppy” Zoey said.
“Mommy” the girl squeaked, squeezing her chubby arms tightly around Zoey’s neck, suffocating her.
“Is that Alexia?” Cas asked. Zoey nodded and put her daughter on her own feet. “Say hi to Emmanuel, sweetie”
Alexia reached out her hand and smiled. “Hello, Emmanuel”
Cas accepted the tiny hand and Alexia squeezed her finger around his index. “Come on, I’ll show you all my favorite flowers”
Cas looked at Zoey, asking for permission. Zoey waved her hand. “Better do what she says” she laughed.
Alexia pulled Cas outside and led him to the backyard. She pointed at some red flowers. “Those are my favorite. That’s why everyone calls me Poppy” Alexia said and she stepped on the earth to get them. She plucked one of them and stepped back on the grass. She reached the flower to Cas. “Put it in my hair, please”
Cas accepted the poppy flower and fixed it in Alexia’s hair on the left side of her head.
“How do I look?” Alexia asked with a big smile.
“You look like a princess” Cas answered in all honesty.
Alexia sank down on the grass in Indian Style and signed at Cas he should sit down too. The smile on Alexia’s face had disappeared. She looked at Cas with a sad face.
“Emmanuel, can you ask my mommy to come back home, please? I miss her and my daddy misses her too” she said sad.
Due to the child’s expression Cas felt sad too. “It must be very unpleasant to have your parents living separated from each other” he said.
Alexia’s sad expression was replaced by confusion.
“What do you mean?” she asked, holding her head diagonally.
“I mean it must be difficult for you, because your parents are divorced” Cas explained. Alexia shook her head heavy. “Mommy and daddy are not divorced. Mommy just stays with aunty Daphne to take care of her. But now she has you, right?”
Daphne had lied to him. Daphne, who loved honesty and being open to each other, had lied to him.
“Emmanuel, are you feeling good?” Alexia asked, when Cas stood up and walked back to the house.
In zijn nieuwe memoires vertelt de voormalige Backstreet Boys-zanger Nick Carter dat hij nog steeds moet leven met de gevolgen van zijn vroeger drugs- en alcoholgebruik. "Ik heb er een depressie aan overgehouden", getuigt hij. Voor Carter is het alweer zes jaar geleden sinds zijn laatste drugs- en drankuitspatting. In zijn nieuwste autobiografie "Facing the Music and Living to Talk about It" beschrijft hij hoe hij op één nacht een dosis xtc, cocaïne en vodka achterover sloeg. In het Amerikaanse magazine Touch vertelt hij dat hij er spijt van heeft. "Dit had ik nooit moeten doen. Die drugs hebben iets kapot gemaakt in mijn hersenen, sindsdien heb ik last van depressie." De zanger laat ook weten dat hij achteraf gezien beter geen relatie had kunnen beginnen met Paris Hilton. "Toen ik met haar samen was, deden we niets anders als feesten." (Belga / Belga)
Katherine was sitting on a chair. A row of small stakes pinched each arm to the arm-rests and a special kind of muzzle kept her mouth shut. The muzzle also had stakes, smaller than the arm stakes, and they pierced through Katherine’s jaws. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience” Veronica said demeaning. “Actually, I’m not. You had this coming. You broke in here, you threatened me” She took a chair and put it down in front of Katherine. “Such a pity Derek chose the wrong side. If he hadn’t Damon Salvatore would be sitting next to you”
Katherine managed to produce a smirk.
“Oh, don’t be so smug” Veronica sniffed. “I’ll get to him. He’s the one that killed Kelsey. He will die a slow and painful death” she said, more to herself than to Katherine. She stood up and walked to a corner, where she picked up her cross-bow. “In the meantime” she said, while she aimed the crossbow at Katherine. “I have you to have fun with” and she fired.
Katherine managed to produce a smirk.
“Oh, don’t be so smug” Veronica sniffed. “I’ll get to him. He’s the one that killed Kelsey. He will die a slow and painful death” she said, more to herself than to Katherine. She stood up and walked to a corner, where she picked up her cross-bow. “In the meantime” she said, while she aimed the crossbow at Katherine. “I have you to have fun with” and she fired.