Alot of people write about the scenes on Skin Deep. But what about after her suicide? Chap. 2. Will be up in a hour. Please give me feedback, oh, being her Father banished her, he is going to be bad in this story. A different twist. Please review. Thanks!
Its all over, it was a great 3 months. But it's all over. I feel I was wronged, on the other hand I feel I ruined it for myself. He was a good man; a angry confused man. I did my best to be pleasant to him. To make the situation more bareable. Just so he wouldn't hurt me. He did hurt me, but it was far from the hurt I expected. It was a broken hearted kind of hurt. I got on his good side so well, I fell hard for it. I thought he loved me back, just had a hard time showing it.
At least being there, with him would give me for respect and worth for myself. I was there to clean and run his household. It was almost like being the head women of some establishment. I was seen as a utility, I had purpose. I loved the castle, him, and everything in it. If he loved me back, it would be perfect.
I wanted to tell him, we didn't have to kiss, it would be hard, but there are so many other ways to show you love someone. I could live with how he looked. His inner beauty dominated all of his physical beauty. I always would look past it. He could had his power, his evil, and me. I was so devoted to him. I never fell for a man so hard until I met him.
She took the bottom of her skirt and wiped her eyes. She kept walking and she held her arms around herself. It was so cold.
I guess I have my last alternative now. Gaston. Why do men want what they shouldn't have? By law, he could have me, thanks to my father. But not if it were up to me. I know in my heart, Rumplestilskin wanted to love me, but for some reason…it is to hard for him to let go of his curse.
Now I will be some nobleman's wife. A women with no purpose. I pity my future children that will come from this marriage as well. Love bonds all, and there will be none of that in this marriage.
At least I have a home to return to.
The weather was not the best. The wind was cold, the temp was nippy. She was paranoid and felt so vulnerable. Even tough she was far from her home, she felt so lost.
Belle had half a mind to go to another town. It was her one and only chance to start over. Have a new name, be with the man of her choice, in a relationship of mutual love and respect. But she had nothing to offer at the moment by the clothes she was wearing, herself, and the shoes on her feet.
She felt like she emerged from a hard battle, mentally and physically. Her limbs felt sore and heavy. Her eyes strained to make out even the closest object, the after result of so many tears lost. For a man who she held high hopes for. Her stomach felt soar and nauseated at the same time. She was so grief stricken, she was surprised she hasn't vomited from the mental stress she's suffered.
All of this, she thought. So someone could love me.
Even tough it was 5 miles away, something of a small walk for a adventourus woman such as herself…it felt like a non stop journey of hell and despair. It was as if some unlovin0, emotionless force took over her body. Belle had nothing left in her. The man killed her on the inside.
At last she reached the main gates at her home. The beautiful castle on the hill. Ruled by a heartless lord, her father. Belle firmly knocked on the door four times. A bewildered guard answered.
"My lady…how did you get here, come in! You will catch your death out there."
"If only I did catch my death." She mumbled. The guard led her to the main corridor, where her father was sitting on his chair, reading a large parchment. Coincidentally, it was a letter of Belle's release from Rumplestiltskin.
"My lord, your daughter is here…beside me." The lord looked up. His face full of hatred and anger."
"My daughter, why are you here?" I have a feeling he is playing mind games with me, being he has the answer right in his hand."
"I…I can't speak right now. I am…" she drifted off into space. The emptiness, betrayel, the broken promises she made, all came flooding back in her mind like the tears flowing out of her eyes. All she wanted was for someone to comfort her, the victim, in this time of need. Yet she was being interrogated like a criminal. She took a breath with all the strength she had left.
"He…he let me go."
"Do you know what this has done, what the outcome will be, from your leaving" her father bollowed, crushing the letter in his hand.
"After not seeing me for months, I'd expect you to be welcoming me in open arms Father," Belle sobbed. She held onto the nearest chair, feeling like she would collapse any moment.
A angry grunt moved out of his throat.
"I am disspointed in you Belle, accourding to this letter, you have conspired to make him powerless, with the queen! You know I don't like others, such as Rumplestiltskin having the upper hand over me, but the queen, that bitch! I hate her above all! You have betrayed and humiliated your family!
"no, I would never, I only.." Bell pleaded. He stood up and walked closer to her. He wanted to strike her, but he could not have the heart to ever hurt a women, let alone one in his family.
"I thought you would be useful as a pawn, the only thing a daughter is good for!" One of the ladys in the room gasped at his degrading statement.
"But you can't even do that! You must have angered him, how embarrassing are you? As a noble women, I would assume you could carry yourself alittle better! You are bethrothed for God sake! What do you have to say for yourself?" Belle collapsed and fell to the ground.
"He broke my heart," she said. One of the gaurds tried to help the poor thing back up. Belle leaned against him. She no longer had the will to carry herself with dignity.
"Put her on that chair," he commanded to the guard propping her up. Belle musterd all her strength to sit up.
"What do you mean "he broke your heart"?
"Exactly what I said. I fell in love with him, and he I…that's what I thought. He…kissed me. Then he told me to leave when I tried to make him happy. Then he broke my heart. If I can't have him, I wont have any other man."
"So, my daughter, not only your useless, you are enticed and under a devils spell."
"It isn't a spell, it's love. Their two entire different things. The only commen thing between them is you get into a trance."
He paced around for a moment, then snapped his fingers.
"lock her in the south tower…she needs to be cleansed. I will not having her roaming free with being under a curse. She is nearly a witch now."
"But my lord-" the guard started, she is so weak, look at her-"
"I will order things to her, but she is now useless, a disgrace! She is lucky I don't throw her out! Take her, now!"
"I'm sorry Belle, this will pass someday," the guard whispered into her ear. He picked her up with no struggle and carried her to the south tower.
