Warning: Attempted suicide in this chapter.
Chapter two: Words Finally Spoken
Victoria hated her life. Everything but going to school that is. It seemed weird that school was the only place Victoria actually felt like her old self again. It reminded her of happier times.
Victoria was checking her hair in the mirror when she heard a knock on the door. She knew it was Iona coming to take her to school. Victoria loved her ride to school with Iona, because it was the only time she could talk- or sign rather- about… him.
As she fixed the last piece of her pig tails that Arthur made her wear every day, she heard arguing coming from down stairs. Victoria quietly walked down the stairs the lead to the 'tower', so she could hear the arguing adults.
Iona's face was as red as her hair as she stood in the front doorway fists clenched.
Arthur sighed, "I told you, Iona. Victoria will not be going to school today."
"Why the bloody hell n't?" Iona fumed.
"We are going on a family outing." Arthur replied calmly.
"That's gonna be hard, lad. Most of yer little family works at a school!" Iona pointed out through clenched teeth, "Why n't have yer family outin' on a weekend?"
Arthur smirked slightly at the attempted his older sister made. "I think Victoria and I should bond more don't you?"
Iona laughed, "Ye keep her in this house fer all hours of the day. Why not bond then, and when it not be affecting her schooling?"
Arthur was getting angry, "MIND YOUR OWN BLOODY… SHE IS MY DAUGHTER, AND I WILL DO AS I DAMN WELL PLEASE. IF I SAY SHE IS NOT GOING TO SCHOOL THEN SHE IS NOT GOING!" and with that Arthur slammed the door in Iona's face.
Iona sighed heavily. She hated the fact that Victoria had to suffer all this anger 24/7, and no one stopped it. Iona had tried, oh yes she tried, she went to court about four times trying to get Victoria into her custody. Only problem was although Iona could have been a fit parent the judges ruled in the fair of Arthur. Iona didn't know why, and she often wondered if those same judges saw what kind of life Arthur was giving Victoria if they'd rule the same.
As Iona walked back to her car she felt her phone vibrate. At first she couldn't find it, and when she finally found it in the bottom of her purse the caller had already left a voicemail. Iona listened intently almost dropping her phone once or twice.
'Hello? Iona? Anyway… It's me, Ian. Just wanted to… forget it. I call you again soon. Bye.'
Meanwhile, back inside the house…
Arthur- unaware of the fact Victoria was up and heard everything- decided to let her sleep in today. He warmed up some tea and read the newspaper.
Victoria, on the other hand, was pacing in her room thoughts jumbled in her head like a sick twisted knot of mass destruction. She had so many questions and no answers. That is till… WAM! Victoria accidently hit her hand on the sharp wood corner of her desk. At first it hurt so bad she wanted to scream, and then she realized that the pain jumbled her thoughts and allowed her to focus on one thing. So, Victoria slightly harder slammed her hand on the desk again… and again… and again. Until finally Victoria realized she like the pain, so she went a little more "extreme" than just slamming her hand on a desk.
Victoria ran to her dresser and pulled out a pair of scissors. She was nervous at first and hesitant to rest the blade on her wrist, but once she saw blood that all changed. The blood and pain made Victoria feel human again. Like the words she didn't want to say came out of her skin in the form of red velvet. Victoria was so mesmerized with the fact she could still feel, that she didn't notice at first the room spinning. Her legs began to become weak and her knees buckled under her.
Arthur was looking if anything on the prison brake was in the paper when he heard a big THUD! He quickly jumped to his feet and ran to Victoria's room. On the way there he imagined all the things that could be wrong but seeing Victoria nearly passed out on the floor with a bloody arm and scissors in one hand was not what he expected.
"WHAT THE…?" Arthur quickly ran to her side keeping pressure on her arm while digging his phone out of his pocket to dial 911. "It will be okay, sweetheart." He kept repeating over and over while on the phone with the ambulance.
Meanwhile at a dinner on the outskirts of town…
Gilbert winked at the waitress as he chewed his hamburger. "Man. This hamburger is awesome, and I know awesome." He smiled spiting food as he talked.
"What? Oh yeah I guess so." Ian replied not really listening.
"Man what's wrong?" Gilbert wondered. It had been about two day since the breakout, and Ian seemed as if he'd rather be in prison.
"I miss her..." Ian trailed off into a coughing fit once he realized he was about to spill his guts to Gilbert.
"Come on tell me. I mean we just walked about 72 km together, so if we can't trust each other we are screwed."
Ian nodded; Gilbert was right, "I miss my… girl." Ian put it simply still not knowing how to classify his love for Victoria.
"Girlfriend? Daughter? Sister? Come on man can I have details?" Gilbert begged.
"Her name is Vic, and she's my… niece." Ian decided to put it in lame men's trims.
"Oh. Is she the one you kidnapped?" Gilbert asked out of curiosity.
Ian just nodded, "So why were you in jail?"
Gilbert smirked, "By that you mean who did I 'sexually assault', right?"
Ian smirked.
Gilbert sighed, "Her name was Elizabeta Hedervary, and it wasn't like I was a creeper or anything… okay maybe a little, but that's beside the point."
Ian raised an eyebrow, "How'd you end up in jail?"
Gilbert smirked, "Let's just say her husband at the time was a pretty harsh guy, and not only that but also he had friends in high places."
Ian laughed which caused Gilbert to join in, and soon they were laughing so hard tears were coming out of their eyes.
In took a deep breath after laughing so hard, and Gilbert wiped his eyes.
"Just another 5 km to go before we reach town." Ian informed his new friend.
"That's so... not awesome!" Gilbert whined.
