Chapter Eight
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The ice blue color gown was visible clearly in the dark and moonless night. I had to head back to the place I called home. There was no learning place, no dance class, no friends, just some scary people who tied me up last night and may still be after me now. The only solution was to move. If I have to live now, I have to move, even if it means I have to leave my father behind.
The knights were still outside my house, growling and spitting words at me.
"How dare you hit us, you low life peasant"
"Come here, right now"
I didn't turn towards them and just headed inside. They have to get busy at one point, maybe when they go to have their meals or when they change their shifts, I have this small interval where I would get a chance to escape from here.
Looking around the room, I noticed that the meal was eaten and the bed was not made. He was here, he didn't care where I was last night, why I wasn't home, in which condition I was living, he didn't care about anything at all. I bit on my lower lip and wiped off the unshed tear.
It was clear. He didn't love me, I was just a burden to him, he wanted a son and got a daughter instead, I would just think that and live with that. There was no one left who cared for me, Princess Aria was gone, maybe she had left me too, I didn't know if Cassandra would be coming back too, but caring for a lowly girl like me? I didn't think it would matter, whether I was alive or dead. It would not matter if I disappear.
From that second on, I knew I had to leave. I grabbed my bag and started putting stuff in it, my clothes, a blanket, the blue cardigan, a pendant that my mother has given me, and my father's watch. We had no food or water, but I could get it from somewhere outside. I kept some money that I have kept safe and left some for my Father. Maybe once I am in a better place, I would come back and provide for him, when I will be.
I picked a quill and grabbed a piece of paper to write to my father. I didn't know if he was going to read it, but this would be my final word to him for a while.
"Dear Father"
I searched for it quickly.
"Father,
Words fail me for what I am about to say. It has been a while since we have talked. I don't remember when we stopped talking. I remembered being your princess, your angel, the one whom you used to spoil with delicious treats and jewels. The one for whom you would come rushing home when I was ill. I remember talking all night about the stars. You told me that I could always count on them since they would always be there taking care of me, even when no one is around. Even when mother would scold me, you would come to my side and take all the scolding. You told me to be brave, and if mother wanted me to be a princess, you told me that even princesses need to fight sometimes for what they feel is right. A lot has changed, and today I remember this, I need to fight, I need to take a step, even if it means leaving you..."
The ink dropped on the parchment, as I heard someone trying to open the door.
My Father doesn't come home at this time. I took slow steps to the door. There wasn't much I could see outside. It was mostly dark in this neighborhood. I feared it would be someone who had come to finish what they started yesterday. I should have hurried and now I had no time.
*Bang*
"Fleur" was my father's voice.
My heart raced and I rushed to the door, trying to open it. But it was jammed. My palm hurt due to the marks from last night, but I kept pulling it.
"No Princess, keep it shut"
That was my father's voice.
"Daddy...... what's happening...Daddy opens the door...... please"
Tears ran down my face as I kept pulling on the door but it won't budge. I settled all my weight on my right leg and pulled the door with all my strength but my father was much stronger than me. I didn't realize when I had started sobbing, my vision getting blurry, I tried to peek outside through the little space between doors.
*Bang*
Another loud thrust and my father's body hit with a jerk on the door, pushing me down to the ground. The thick bloodstreams flowed inside our house and painted the grey with red. I moved my hand and touched the liquid, not able to believe what I had just seen, and raised the finger in front of my eyes. Blood, his blood, he was...
I crawled fast to the door and with another strong pull, opened the door. His body fell at my feet, with the blood streaming out of the wounds like a fountain. I fell to my knees and settled his head in my lap. Panting and holding him tight.
"Daddy.... no no please wake up....anyone... help.... help.... please...he is" *hiccup* "he is injured ... please someone HELP"
I held him in my arms till the knights arrived and pulled him away from me, as I kept sitting there bawling my eyes out, asking him to come back.
But it was too late.
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