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Betrothed To The Rogue King   Bigger than Ellen
"You know you can't keep talking to me like that right?" Ellen snapped, looking at me squarely. I shivered from all the emotions I felt, saying nothing. My breath was not regulated enough for me to explain what I meant, but I forced it. "I… I… I don't need you… To… To psychoanalyze me, Ellen… I need you to… To be my friend now… You are not my therapist." I stuttered out, and Ellen's eyes darkened. She stood up abruptly and started pacing and talking really fast. "Oh! I should be your friend right?" Ellen asked, laughing uproariously. "Of course! What was I even thinking? You need me to be your friend, and not your therapist! Definitely!" She stopped talking and shook her head sadly. "Everybody always knows what they want Ellen to be. 'Be a spoon, not a fork, Ellen. You do not stab, you scoop, Ellen.' 'You dance like a boy, Ellen!' 'When I asked you to soften up your features, and to dress like a woman, I did not ask you to look like a failed rockstar!' 'And now, I need you to be my
Betrothed To The Rogue King   The elevator
"You took everything too far, Clara." Martha said thoughtfully to me, and I looked away as I packed my bags. I had called Attus, and he was on his way to the academy to get me out for the remaining six days. "You cannot tell me what to do or how to be, Martha. Last I checked, you are my personal maid, and not the other way around." I said, as I zipped up my bag. Glenn looked up at me from the novel she was reading. "Whatever happened to you, I really hope you heal because this is horse shit!" Glenn spat angrily at me. I looked up at her, gave a wicked smile and arranged my shirt. I was leaving them, and there was nothing that anyone could do to stop me. Ellen opened the room door just then, and walked in with Mila. They had gone through a lot of get pizza and ice cream for themselves, Glenn and Martha. "I don't want to come with you though, Miss Clara. I will find my way back to the Castle on the last day." Martha declared, and I scoffed. "If you don't come with me, I'm getting a
Betrothed To The Rogue King   Broken glass
"I don't want to be in here with any of you. I want to be by myself; with my feelings. I don't want to be here." Martha repeated emphatically, and I bursted out laughing. Sophia looked very entertained by everything going on in the broken elevator, and looking over at her face, I felt a strong intuitive pull to smash her head into the elevator door and get myself out of that tiny space with the annoying bitches."What is wrong with you, Clara? What exactly happened to you that evening, to have you being so callous and stupid towards us? What did we actually do to deserve being spoken to and treated this way by you? Ellen even tried talking to you, but you hurt her so bad with your tongue lashing and then left her in the room, playing the victim. What the actual fuck is wrong with you, girl?" Mila asked, her voice raised so high that it completely lost its melody. I scoffed, "So you have the ability to sound like this? I thought you'd swallowed a piano as child, making you sing your
Betrothed To The Rogue King   Shallow
Sophia looked away from all of us, and closed her eyes sadly. She looked like she was about to pass a kidney stone. The look in her beautiful eyes was that of pure pain, but she shielded it immediately and scoffed instead. "I was just unlucky enough to be going to the rooftop at the same time as you guys. When Miss Angie addressed us earlier, she did not mention me, because I was not supposed to be here." Sophia dismisses. "Oh really? Why then are there six chairs in here and why are there supplies and food with your name on it?" I asked, and Sophia shrugged. "Well, I didn't even know about that. I guess it is what it is then?" Sophia said."Look, Guys. The best way to get out of here and out of each other's lives for good, is to squash this shit. Even if we will never be friends anymore, let us at least just be cordial. That is what Miss Angie wants, so let's just give it to her and be on our merry ways." Ellen tried to negotiate. "We will not all be friends? Every single one of
Betrothed To The Rogue King   Pieces of pasts
"But two weeks before she was supposed to tell him that she was pregnant with his pup even though it belonged to a rogue, she had a miscarriage. And I naively thought that since she'd had a miscarriage, we would let bygones be bygones, and I would get back with my man. But no! Glenn had tasted wealth and she was not going to let go easily. Or at all, as I have now come to understand." Mila said in an accusatory tone. "But it will still benefit everyone right?" Sophia insisted, and Mila glanced angrily at her. I sighed deeply, "How did we even get to this point, where we are tearing each other apart with our words? How did it get so bad?" I asked sadly with downcast eyes. "Oh well, your self sabotage led us here." Martha said, and I turned to look at her. "But why, Martha? Why did you do it? Why did you lie to me?" I was trying desperately to find an excuse good enough for me to forgive Martha, because I had grown attached to her sweet and kind nature, or her facade of sweet, tende
Betrothed To The Rogue King   Breaking free
I had felt that talking about everything that we did, and making up, was going to be enough for Miss Angie, and that she would free us from the stuck elevator, but as the hours went by, I started to panic seriously. The space was starting to hem me in and stifle me. "When exactly will Miss Angie free us from this bondage? Is it when we all die from claustrophobia? The darkness in here is starting to really bother me…" I complained, feeling very bitter, and Ellen reached out and held my hand. "Miss Angie!" Martha screamed suddenly, "If you can hear us, please get us out of here. We have talked about everything we wanted to talk about and we're good now. Please… We're out of snacks, and I need to shower and change my tampon for fucks sake!" She said, kicking the walls of the elevator angrily. "Oh… Aunty Flo is in town… NoNo wonder you have been so cranky." Glenn said, and Martha rolled her eyes. She was apparently having a mood swing, and was not at all in the mood to smile or be fri
Betrothed To The Rogue King   Silver lining
Finally, there was a hissing sound, and the doors started to open. We shielded our eyes from the bright light, and I felt tears streaming down my face at the flood of relief that wrapped its arms around my tired body. "Are you all okay?" A man asked, helping us out of the elevator one after the other. "Yes, yes, we're fine," I said, still shaking from the entire experience. I was not exactly sure how I felt, because somehow, my secrets were still hanging over my neck like a five hundred pound metal cross, dragging me down with everything I had and I was. After stepping out onto the floor, I watched Glenn, Mila, Ellen, Martha and Sophia hug each other tightly, grateful to be alive and out of that cramped, dark space. I refused to be folded into the group hug. I still wanted to be away from the girls for some time. As we walked away from the elevator, I could not help but feel a tiny sense of gratefulness for the experience. It had taught me a valuable lesson about the importance of
Betrothed To The Rogue King   The theatrics
Sleeping next to Attus, I woke up bright and early and realized that I did not have a single nightmare all through the night. As I sat up next to him, I yawned, stretched, and then looked over at him. I watched him sleep peacefully with his hair blown all over his face. I reached out tentatively and gently pushed his hair away from his face and behind his left ear with my fingertips. He turned in his sleep, mouthing some unintelligible words, and I pulled my hand away abruptly. I smiled to myself as I got out from under the covers. I walked languidly over to the window in my big night shirt and my old lady underwear, to peek out of it. It was still so early that the moon was still very visible in the sky. I smiled again as I refused to check the time. I just knew from the greyish blue tinge of the sky, that it would soon be the dawn of a dark, gloomy and rainy day. The winds had slowly started picking up even. I walked over to the kitchenette, and started to make pancakes. It was n
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