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A/N: Gah. I want to slit my throat to get rid of this sore throat. OTL A-anyway, thank you for the feedback! Here's another chapter. English is not my first language. Pardon the bad grammar and stuff... n.n;
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II. The Young Woman, The Lover, The Wife
The night sky, without a single star to decorate it was dark, black as the devil's soul. Rain was pouring down, smashing violently at the window panels as the wind blow fiercer that it did yesterday. The lights were out – it was a natural thing to happen in this kind of weather and a single almost-burnt-out candle placed on top of a small table next to the vanity, next to the bed is the only source of light in the darkened somewhat-large bedroom.
The brunette young woman thought to herself; how did this happen? How can she didn't see this turnabout of events before? How can she be so foolish in believing that everything was alright between her and 'her'? How can her husband be away during these kinds of times, where she needed him by her side the most? How can his boss be so mean to her, sending her husband to a faraway place for two weeks? How–? What–? Why–?
The brunette young woman recalled the past two years of her marriage life – it was perfect. It was just like a Renoir; a fine piece where the mixture of vibrant and saturated colours blended in together perfectly, making it a piece suitable to decorate the wall of a King's chamber, making people who stare at it sighed in envy, at how wonderful said painting is and how much they wanted to lay their hands on said work of art. She remembered the moments the three of them spent together; her, the silver-haired young man and the little girl. They were moments she can never deny to be the best ones she had in her 25 years of living. She was happy. The silver-haired young man was happy. The little girl was happy. Isn't that the true essence of happiness; to be surrounded by people you love and living together happily with them?
Then pray tell the reasons of why this happened?
Tonight was just a night just like the previous ones she's been through, except that the past two weeks the silver-haired young man was nowhere to be seen in the house – he was out working in a quite far place called Flowerbud Village for three consecutive weeks; the order was issued by his boss. Both females of the house miss him, of course, but seeing that she is the one responsible to take care of the family during the silver-haired young man's absence, the brunette young woman told herself to be strong, to put on that smile of hers that charmed everyone in the islands even though her heart ache so much and that she longed for the presence of the silver-haired young man in the house, by her side.
The brunette young woman remembered the first encounter between her and the silver-haired young man; it was not a pleasant introduction of each self. He strikes her as an ass, a grouchy person and one that she absolutely wouldn't mind ignoring for the rest of her life living in the islands. Fate is a bitch though, the brunette young woman thought to herself. Who would've predicted that she'll ended up with him, exchanging vows of 'till death do us part' with said silver-haired young man?
The courtship with the silver-haired young man was never easy – the brunette young woman thinks it was natural given the personality of the silver-haired young man. She swore she had thoughts of him hating her during their random here-and-there encounters throughout the islands. But nevertheless, they soon opened up to each other, admitting their feelings towards each other.
The brunette young woman was surprised when the silver-haired young man admitted that he has a daughter. Given the fact that the silver-haired young man told her he had never been married, much less sleeping with other woman-she chuckled at said young man's blushing face when he told her he is against pre-marital sex; he must've been very embarrassed to share that little detail about him with her-, the brunette young woman found it hard to believe until the silver-haired young man explained to her the origin of the little girl. The brunette young woman had shed tears when she learned the facts – a poor soul; the little girl. Having been a kindergarten teacher before, the brunette young woman loves children and she didn't mind her existence in the family; the brunette young woman welcomed the little girl with open arms. The silver-haired young man's daughter, the little girl is a sweet little thing; obedient, cheerful, a happy-go-lucky type of person – it didn't take long for the brunette young woman to form a strong bond with the little girl.
Or so I thought we're getting along just fine these 2 years.
The sudden sound of thunder roared in the raging weather outside snapped the brunette young woman back to reality; she found herself once again staring at the ceiling above her. She was about to move her dominant hand to brush away the strands of hair covering her forehead but stopped when she realized that trying to move around is useless; both her hands and legs are tied up with a piece of cloth – her freedom to move was seized for she was bind onto her own bed.
Perhaps if I just ignore the sounds before, I wouldn't end up in this kind of situation.
Minutes ago, when the brunette young woman was just about to go to sleep, she heard some noises outside of her-and the silver-haired young man-bedroom. Curious, the brunette young woman rose from her chair in front of the vanity and moved towards the door, taking caution not to bump into things along her way. The wooden door creaked open and she peeked outside, her eyes taking in the dimly-lighted corridor as she listened to the noises before.
"Hello?" she called out but was greeted by nothing except the sound of the rain pounding hard on the roof of the house.
The brunette young woman's eyebrows narrowed. She was sure that she heard some strange noises before – this is not the first time she heard them-such noises had been heard only during the absence of the silver-haired young man, thus she joked that the silver-haired young man's unusual silver hair is a repel to said strange noises-and she'd been wondering what exactly caused the strange noises she's been hearing. The brunette young woman threw a glance towards the other bedroom in the house – it was shut closed; the occupant, the little girl must've been fast asleep and failed to notice the strange noises, as always.
The brunette young woman heaved a sigh and deciding that there was nothing extraordinary outside her bedroom and that she failed to pinpoint the source of the strange noises, she turned around, ready to leave and go back to her bedroom only to hear the same strange noises again – this time the sound came from the first floor of the house. Curious, the brunette young woman turned around and moved towards the stairs, standing exactly next to the steps.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" she called out again as she squints her eyes, trying to find something out of the ordinary in the dark surrounding below the stairs.
Breathing a deep sigh once more, the brunette young woman shrugged – she finally decided that all the strange noises were just her hallucination caused by the pouring rain and roaring thunder outside and spun her heels around, only to be greeted by the figure of the little girl looking straight at her.
The brunette young woman placed a hand on her chest, a relief sigh followed after her scream earlier. "Goodness. You surprised me. Don't scare me like that."
The little girl blinked at her. The brunette young woman smiled and still standing, she reached out a hand, patting her head. "What's wrong? You can't sleep?" she asked the younger female.
The little girl blinked her eyes at the older female again. "Hey," she said.
"Yes?"
"Are you scared?"
The brunette young woman gave the younger a puzzled look. "What?"
"You should be," the younger said again as she smiled at her.
"What are you—"
The rest of the older female's words were replaced with a scream as the little girl extended both hands, pushing the older in front of her down towards the first floor of the house.
Curiosity indeed killed the cat. Except that this time Death spared me my life.
The brunette young woman shook her head slightly to brush away the pain she felt behind her head; she must've fall head-first and wondered why on earth she's still alive.
"You're wondering why you are still alive, don't you?" a familiar voice answered her.
The brunette young woman turned her head to the little girl standing on the doorway of her room, smiling at her. Her eyes caught the younger's teal orbs and she narrowed her eyebrows at her.
"Oh, I know that look!" the little girl clasped her hands together, nodding at the tied-up older woman. "You're thinking 'how do you know what I'm thinking?' right? Oh, silly you. Of course I know what you're thinking – what do you think I've been focusing at these past two years? I can easily read your expression now," she added as she moved closer to her, chuckling along the way. "You don't really think I like you, do you?"
The brunette eyes widen in shock at the sudden revelation. She wanted to protest, to say something back to the younger female but all that came out from her gagged mouth were muffled sounds. She shook her head violently, thinking that her stuffed mouth will be free if she does so.
The little girl continued chuckling and she reached out a hand, caressing the brunette young woman's left cheek. "It's useless," she told her. "You were a pain in the ass to carry here. Good thing you being unconscious made it easier for me to set this all up," she added and pointed to both her hands and legs that are tied up.
Why are you doing this?
"Hm?" the little girl paused from her track; standing directly on the lower side of the bed, exactly between the older female's spread legs and looked up at the lying figure's face. "You're wondering over the reasons of why I'm doing this?" she asked, lifting a hand and placed it on her chin. "I've told you before, didn't I? I don't like you. "
What have I ever done to receive this kind of treatment?
The little girl's amused expression changed; she was enraged at the brunette young woman's 'question'. "Don't play dumb! You know what you did!" she exclaimed, bending down to the level where the older female can't see her, picking something up from the floor.
The brunette young woman's eyes widened more and she struggled hard to break free from the clothes that tied her as the little girl appeared, holding something in her left hand – said item gleamed in the dark as the light from the candle shone upon it.
Sensing the fear coming from the older female, the little girl laughed. "What? You're scared of this?" she asked, waving the item left and right as she climbed up onto the bed. "You use this every day. Why would you be afraid of this? This is just an ordinary item found in every kitchen in these islands, no?" she added as she positioned herself right below the stomach of the older female.
Stop what you're planning to do!
The little girl sighed. "What am I planning to do?" she looked at her with a look of disgust. "I plan nothing."
Please!
"Tch. You really are noisy," the little girl raked her hair in frustration with a free hand. "I seriously don't plan anything. I don't plan on stabbing you or cut you open with this knife. Don't worry."
The brunette young woman shoulders slumped and she relaxed a little at the words of the little girl. She blinked her eyes and from her blurry vision she can see the little girl smiled at her. She tried to smile back at the younger female but it's a futile attempt as the piece of cloth inside her mouth restrained her to move even an inch of her lips.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Ignoring the thankful look on the face of the brunette young woman, the little girl continued to toy with the item in her hand, a playful smirk plastered on her face. "I plan on using this though," she announced as she pulled out a pair of scissors from her pajama's pocket with her free hand.
No.
"Do you know about frog dissection? I read it once in one of daddy's book back at our house."
No. No. No.
"It's really interesting, you know – dissecting a frog to observe the external and internal structures of frog anatomy," the little girl continued and looked straight at the crying older female. "Daddy said that there soon will be another princess in the house. I've always trust daddy. You, on the other hand is the opposite though. Mother cheated on daddy before and she's the same as you; saying that she loves daddy and will never ever leave him…"
Oh, Harvest Goddess.
"She's lying; mother is a liar," the little girl's right eye twitched. "And to make sure that daddy won't have to go through the same pain again, I should check if there really is a princess here," she said, patting the brunette young woman's abdomen with the red scissors.
The brunette young woman started thrashing about, moving her legs and hands violently, screaming-but still she sounds pitiful with a gagged mouth- in the process. She was sure that her wrists started to bleed for they hurt much more than before but she ignored the pain and struggled harder than before. The little girl on top of her rocked a little at her aggressive resistance. The little girl grunted and raising the knife in hand, she stabbed the left thigh of the brunette young woman. The older female screamed and winced in pain as blood gushed out from the wound. Her thrashing halted immediately and the little girl smiled triumphantly.
"Good girl," she nodded approvingly and readied her scissors while her eyes focused on the older female's stomach. "First, remove the clothes," she muttered to herself and tore off the silky, orange-colored pajama the brunette young woman is wearing. "Then –"
A/N: Just…uh, pretend that the brunette young woman's baby is safe from the fall. She's just a couple of weeks pregnant. (n.n); I've said that there'll be bloody scenes but I ended up not describing the scene too much. I'm sorry about that. OTL One more chapter left.