Chapter 2: I H-A-T-E Y-O-U!

I will destroy you Elizabeth! My mind screams as I smash my hand on the top of my dresser. My stomach gurgles as I tried to calm myself down. I can feel something stirring up inside me as I start to get prepared on what's going to happen next. It feels like my stomach just flipped upside down as I watch the liquid filling up the bucket under me. I lean back down onto my bed and rest my arm onto my forehead.

I am definitely positive that it was the cookies. I grunt escapes my lips as I lean forward again. I turned to my side as I watched shadows pass by my window. I close my eyes and gulp down some spit.

Then, something dons on me. My eyes flash open and I sit up. I unconsciously moved my hands up to my hair and mess it up a bit. The dress! What am I going to do about it!? I need to get that done today! I push the covers off and am about to get my basket, but I turn back around and release the tension that was building up in my stomach.

The breeze comes blowing through the window as I watch the clouds float by. The sky was slowly changing colors from yellow, orange, pink, purple, and lastly, midnight black. I try my best not to think about the dress, and the money too.

Above me I can hear footsteps, which are moving in the same beat. They must be having a ball tonight. I don't care about that anyway, I just want to finish that damn dress.

My door is pushed open as Elizabeth walks in. She has her blond curls into pigtails, as they are tied with a large pink bow. She's wearing a very lacy light pink gown with ribbons trailing in the back that is tightly tied around her waist.

"Get your lazy butt out of bed! Fathers very upset at you!" I keep looking out the window.

"Freeya! Are you listening! If you don't hurry up and come, I'm going to get in trouble too!" I turn my head and look into her eyes. Does it look like I even care about that? But it looks like she doesn't get the message.

"Stop being selfish and get up NOW! Stop embarrassing us you rag woman! You're just like your grandmother! Not always giving her best and wasting it on other crap!" The crap she wasted time on was raising me! "You servants are all the same, greedy and disrespectful! I was happy the day she died-" My cheeks puff up as I put my head down, aiming for the bucket.

I scream rang through my ears as I look up at Elizabeth. She picked up her dress, as she watched in horror from what happened to it.

"Daddy-!" She ran out of my room with tears in her eyes. The bottom of her white dress was now stained with ugly random colors. It seems that it didn't make it in the bucket. I wipe the remaining bits left on my mouth with a towel and lye back down. I've done it now. I wonder what my punishments going to be.

As I predicted, the duke came to my room with a crowd of people following him. Elizabeth was one of them. The duke walked into my room and closed the door behind him. That's not really going to help for a private conversation. I watch him as he keeps walking closer to me.

"Elizabeth told me that you threw up on her dress on purpose" whatever, it was going to come to that in the end anyway. I turned my head to the window and nod my head.

"She also told me that you started talking to her very disrespectfully just because you didn't want to go to the ball." I knew she wasn't going to tell the whole truth. Elizabeth will do everything to keep her "innocent" image from breaking. I shrugged my shoulders.

"I'll make a deal with you. I will forgive about what happened, if you please can come to the ball and apologize to Elizabeth." Are you kidding me? "I'm sick" I say quietly. The Duke sighs and opens his mouth once more.

"Just come to the damn ball. I don't care if you're sick or not. You can just sit in the corner of the room and do nothing! And apologize to Elizabeth too because I don't want people coming up to me, telling me that their family gets along with each other better than we do!" You have got to be kidding me. You want me to go around throwing up on more people? Well, I guess he does. But I'm not going to. The duke clenched his fist as he tried to calm himself down.

"You have two choices, you can leave and never show your face in front of me again, or apologize to Elizabeth and come to the ball!"

I start to push myself out of the bed and go to my dresser. I grab the basket and start to pull out clothes. I put them into the basket as well as other things. A brush, soap, my sketch pad, some books, pencil, eraser, and the blue blanket under my bed. I hang the basket on my arm and walk around the duke.

"Freeya! I hope you know what you're doing! You are never welcomed back in this house once you leave!" I open the door and wait for people to move out of the way. I need hurry up and get out of here before my line breaks. People moved aside and I start to move. In the background, I can hear whispers and some of Elizabeth's friends yelling at me, about her dress getting all dirty because of me. I couldn't care less, I just need to get out of here. "Freeya! Don't ever show your face in front of me again!"

I feel the cool air surrounding me as I finally make it out. I start to walk until I fall onto my knees. My stomach finally snapped, releasing all the fluids. I think this time I threw up from the nervousness, not the cookie. I spit the last of it in the grass and raise my head up. My head turned to the right, noticing something, or someone. It was Zevan, watching me.

"You probably think I'm stupid, for running out like that." I grab a handkerchief from my basket and wiped my mouth for the fiftieth time. He looked at me like he wanted to say something, but he kept his mouth shut. I push myself up and start to walk away. Before I disappeared into the forest, I swear I heard someone snicker.

I feel the sunlight hit my face, blinding my eyes even though they are closed. I squint and push myself up, the blue blanket wrinkling up in my lap. I press my hand up on my forehead and groaned. I have a lot to do today.

I scrub the wood floor with the worn out cloth, as it starts to show some shine. Some water flies out of the bucket after I throw the cloth in and I stretch backwards and raise my arms up high. I looked around to see what I accomplished today. Right now, I'm in my grandma's house. It's located in the middle of the forest, at least a mile or two from the mansion. This house has about everything I'm going to need. I'm going to have to pump water but I'm fine with that. The back of the house has a little gated off area that is filled with plants. It will keep me alive for a bit until I'm going to have to get some food from the town center.

That stupid throw up thing that I got from Elizabeth's cookies have finally died off. I finally get to rest. I open the wood door to go outside, feel the warm sunlight on my face. In my hands are bundles of clothes. I comb my hair with my hand, feeling the grease that has been piling up. Gross.

I throw my shoes onto the grass and dip my feet into the water. Little tad poles swim up to my feet and circle around them. I kept my feet still, for if I moved the tad poles would swim away. But it seemed that my effort was useless. Snapping noises echoed through the lake as a group of men fought through all the branches sticking in his way.

"This is the fricking worst place! You guys ok- oh! Freeya-sama! I have been sent to pick you up from this misery!" This place is the least miserable place on the surface of this earth to me!

The man bowed down and held a hand. "We shall leave as fast as we can." I brought both of my hands up to my chest and shifted my body a bit to the side. "Eh-?" I said without thinking twice. More men started to appear from the trees, wearing leather and swords by their sides.

"I have been ordered from the duke to pick you up." I take a step back. "No." I raise my head up a bit, showing no fear.

"Sigh…He knew this was going to happen. Well men, do plan 2." Plan 2? There was another plan to get me to come back to the mansion?

"You are going to come with us Freeya-sama." I look up a bit, to see two buff men behind me, then my world goes black. The only thing I can feel is my body slowly fall into a pair of arms that picked me up and carried me away.