Time passed our little family by. I was so busy making sure that the kids lives were running smoothly that I had hardly had any time to breathe. The trust provided enough funds to support our family, but I didn’t want it to be all used up by the time the kids were adults. So I started doing whatever I could to earn extra funds. I painted and I painted while the kids were at school. I sold my work and was able to make a tidy living off of my painting. It was what I had always dreamed of…being a successful artist. It didn’t bring me the feeling of pleasure or accomplishment that I had always thought it would. It’s amazing how things change.
It seemed as though when I wasn’t painting, I was sitting in the Principal’s office. The triplets…well, Nines mostly, were little trouble makers. Nines would get into a scrape with some of the other boys, and Jack would jump in to help him. Sebastian supported his brothers, but often from the sidelines. He wasn’t much of a scrapper. Once a week, at least, I’d have to go down to the school and talk to the principal or the teachers about Nines’ behavior.
It wasn’t what you would think though. Nines wasn’t really a trouble maker…no, he was hot-headed and very protective of his family. He had a strict sense of right and wrong. Everything was black and white to him, there were hardly any shades of grey in the world. Most of the time, the fights he would get into were because of someone insulting his family. One time, he got into a fight with another little boy because he wasn’t treating one of Nines’ female classmates properly. He told me that he wasn’t treating her like a Lady. It sounds bad to say this…but I was never more proud of him in that moment. Nines was also exceedingly charming, which was why he never got into a lot of trouble. I don’t like to admit this…but he certainly inherited his father’s charm. One smile was all it took to get him back into good graces. Nines only real comfort at School was Jack.
Jack, though identical in visage to Vincent, was like a miniature me. He loved art, and loved to draw and paint. While Amelia was still living here, he spent untold amounts of time with her in the basement. She would sculpt while he would paint.
Sebastian was the most, er…delicate, of the boys. He wasn’t fan of any sort of manual type work, though like Jack he seemed to have an artistic eye. He was also charismatic, but he seemed to have a manipulative streak to him. I was worried about my boy. Perhaps it was because of his father, but I was scared Sebastian was headed for that life. I tried to teach him that it was wrong to manipulate people and wrong to hurt others.
The girls did far better in school, compared to the boys. Therese was still an object of fascination to the other students, but it was Jeanette that was the social butterfly. She was friends with everyone in her class and was constantly asking if she could go over to someone’s house to play. Therese preferred to spend her time alone. She was such a smart little girl. She excelled in school and was an accomplished reader. She was very interested in helping others.
Things were passing us by in a whirlwind and suddenly I realized it was time for the triplet’s birthday. I couldn’t even believe that my boys were old enough to go to high school! We had a little part out back and true to her word, Amelia and Briana showed up.
Sebastian went first…
Next went Jack…
and finally, Nines…
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After their birthday, I sat the triplets down to talk to them about their father. They were old enough to know about him and old enough to understand what had happened to him.
“…I want to talk to you about your Dad.”
Nines narrowed his eyes, while Sebastian and Jack looked at me curiously. It was a somewhat taboo topic in our house. They had been asking me for years about their Dad…and each time I told them as little as possible. I didn’t want them to hear about their Dad until they were ready, but I didn’t want to lie to them either.
“Your father was…well, he was…”
“A bad man…that’s what you’ve said all of our lives, Mom,” Nines said with a roll of his eyes.
“No, that is not what I said. I said that your father made bad decisions and did bad things…look, your father was sick. He’s still sick. I just want you to realize that he didn’t leave because he didn’t love you. In his own way, I know he loved you as much as he was able. I’m going to tell you what your father was convicted of…its bound to come up sooner or later and I’d rather you hear it from me….”
As I went into limited details of their father’s crimes, I watched as each of their faces changed.
It was not the best news to hear, I know. I told them that their father was the leader of the crime syndicate in Meadow Glen and that he was arrested because he kidnapped their Aunt Cam. I wasn’t about to tell them why he kidnapped her. I told them that it was part of his mental disease. He would never do those things otherwise. I hoped it was true. I need to believe that that is true. That if Vincent had had better circumstances in his life, he wouldn’t have turned to crime. He wouldn’t be a sociopath.
Nines took it especially hard. He had always had such a concrete idea of what was right and what was wrong that it really hurt him to learn about his father’s criminal deeds. Nines had always thought of himself as a force of good. When he played cops and robbers, he was always a cop. As he got older and realized that he couldn’t change the world by fighting, he began to solve problems diplomatically.
As made his way through high school, he ran for Student Body President as a Sophomore and won in a landslide. He was the youngest person to ever win a school election. He ran on a platform of change, change for the better. He inspired hope in his classmates. He promised that he’d fight for them and represent them well. He negotiated with the school board and won the fight to have more vending machines put in the school cafeteria. He was loved by his fellow students.
Sebastian was his biggest competition. Sebastian was just as loved by his fellow students. He ran against his brother every election, but he never managed to beat him completely. It caused some very tense nights in our house. Deep down, I think they still loved each other. They just didn’t get along very well on the outside. Sebastian was always preening and primping in the mirror – saying that it was his face that everyone loved so he had to take care of it. That always rubbed Nines the wrong way.
Jack was the quiet one…the neutral one. He was constantly playing Switzerland between the two more dominant brothers. He sat back and watched as his brothers would tear into each other. He was an artist, a passionate life-loving person. He didn’t feel the need to win popularity contests – as Sebastian did or fight for the cause of good, like Nines did. He just wanted to live his life in peace.
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Before we knew it, it was time for the twins to have their birthdays.
The girls were beautiful. I was happy that they didn’t remember their father. They were still babies when he went to jail. They accepted my ‘Daddy’s gone away’ or ‘Daddy did something bad’ stories.
Jeanette still strove to be the center of attention. She would usually help out Nines with his campaigns. It wasn’t because she agreed with his platform, it was because he always won. She’s work it out so that she’d be up on the stage with him when he gave speeches. She always wanted to be seen and loved by others.
Therese was the exact opposite. She was more like Jack. Though, Therese was far too analytical to be an artist. She was so intelligent, it blew me away. She had really inherited her father’s brains. She was always on the honor roll and in the top of her class. Social things, on the other hand, were like Greek to her. She had no concept of socializing with people and constantly struggled to have friends at school. She was a loner, an outcast.
It felt as though the years were passing us by. I realized that my time with the kids was growing shorter and shorter. They would be adults soon, starting their lives. I realized that it was coming closer and closer to the time when I would have to make a choice. I would have to choose one of my children to bear the responsibility of Vincent’s family name.
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For the first time in the six years that I’ve had this diary, I sat down and read it. I mean, really read it. I had lightly skimmed it and added my own version of things. As it seemed this generation was drawing to a close, I knew I needed to read it. It was too important to not have an understanding of it.
She was a perfect mark….I’d need a woman I could keep in line. I needed a woman I could control. Immediately, the perfect mark came to mind.
I continued on, reading more and more of his words against me. He described me as the perfect wife. I was quiet and obedient…and I didn’t ask questions. It was hard to stomach the parts with this ‘Belle’ person and even harder to get past the parts with my sister. I felt such guilt over what happened to her. It wasn’t just because she was my sister…it was also how it related to his mother. Freud would have a field day with Vincent.
I can forgive him for marrying me solely because he needed a cover wife. It wasn’t such a bad deal. He got a cover wife…I got to feel what it was like to love someone and I have five beautiful children as a result. I can almost forgive the affair with Belle and the pretty blonde at our wedding. I realize that he never had an understanding of love or feelings.
I can’t and will never be able to forgive him for my sister, though. He became obsessed with her because she was trying to help Seeley help me. He took her and kept her in that warehouse for days. That was another detail I left out to my children.
I would say that I wished I had never gotten involved with Vince…but then I wouldn’t have my wonderful children. They are the light of my life. How could I ever wish for an alternate life where they may not exist?
It’s a life that I certainly don’t want. This is a dark chapter in the lives of his family and I’m sorry that I had to be apart of it…but now, I get to be apart of the next generation. I have a duty to these kids. I won’t let them wind up like my husband. If it kills me, I’m putting them on the right track. The one who will continue on this story will have to pull us all out of the darkness. Our name has been tarnished and now its time to make it gleaming again. The next chapter of this story will be better. It just has to be.
I’m Angela Moss-Mason.
Another generation down! :O 😀
The ending wasn’t quite where I wanted it to be, but that’s where it ended up. Sometimes I have these plans and ideas of how I want things to be and my fingers wind up typing up stuff completely different. So, some questions for you guys….
Do you think Vince redeemed himself by giving Angela and the kids a new start?
In the end, did you like him a little bit? Or do you still hate his guts?
Was he a victim?
I’m curious to see what you think. Of course, you don’t have to answer. But like I said, I’m curious. 😉
Okay, so once again….its time to tally. I don’t play for points, but I like to see how I did.
-Join Criminal Career √
-Reach level 10 in criminal career √
-Master Athletic skill √
-Master Logic skill √
-Marry sim. √
-Make baby (you want the perfect evil child) √
-Befriend child X
Befriend 5 sims to best friend (evil genius need minions too) – if coworkers count then √
Well, didn’t do one thing. Ah, well. Vince couldn’t have befriended his children, he barely knew he had any. Haha.
Also, I have used family echo to create a FULL family tree for the Masons. By FULL I mean, every person who is a descendant from James and Keri. o.o If you’d like to take a look then here’s the link: Tree
I want to say a huge THANK YOU to Styxlady for joining me in this generation. I’ve never had more fun writing this blog than I did writing it with you. You gave me some wonderful ideas and this generation wouldn’t have been nearly as awesome without you. I look forward to the future and the hope that we can work together again. 😉
and to the readers: I hope you guys enjoyed it too!
So, join me on Monday for the beginning of the next generation. I have my heir 99% chosen (unless I get a super awesome idea over the weekend)…who do you think it will be? 😀