13 - A Chat On The Grass

Chloe Jane

All too soon, we’re back at our estate, and when Ruin opens the door for me, I remove my mobility cane from my handbag and walk inside. I can hear him hesitating, but I need to be alone right now.

“Please don’t follow me,” I throw over my shoulder, but I know he won’t listen to me. It’s his job to watch over me, as he always tells me.

While walking out toward the back garden, I drop his coat and remove the pins from my hair, throwing them down as I walk. As soon as my curls tumble out of its confines, I feel like myself again.

I reach a place close to the woods at the back and sit down on the dewy grass, not caring that I may be damaging the dress I’m wearing. Then I pull my knees up and rest my forehead on them before the tears start to fall.

Fat and blind. I’ve never been spoken about with such contempt before and all because of a man I don’t even want. That’s one thing about growing up sheltered my entire life; I had no idea people could be so cruel.

Actually, I didn’t