Snowfall-Chapter 3
Author Notes: MERRY CHRISTMAS...EVE! I present (ha haha...) chapter three of Snowfall! I do not own Ib
Last time on Snowfall~
Mary pushed the man away. "Leave her alone, she was playing with us-" Garry covered the loudmouth, sheepishly smiling at the big intimidating man. "Sorry about her, ahem, but who are you?"
He stands tall, taller then Garry, then straightening out his jacket. "I am Simon Richie, I am Lady Ib's Chauffeur. She has been missing since this afternoon."
3rd P.O.V
The elderly man looks at her fidgeting form. "You're needed at home right away Miss. Your mother and father are most displeased by your actions and wish for you to call them when you get home." He goes to grab her hand, only for her to pull away.
"NO!" He stands stunned as do the rest of their audience. "I don't want to go! I want to play with my FRIENDS!" This was not the attitude of the young heiress.
No this was the defiance of a little girl who only wants to be happy. "But-but Miss..." Simon in all his time as an employee of the Rosefields, has never experienced this.
He was simply at a loss. Garry stepped up. Ib quickly hiding behind him. "Young lady I ask that you come with me this instant!" His face was flushed. Ib shakes her head. Now that she has tasted freedom, she'll fight tooth and nail to keep it.
"No no no! There's no one waiting for me at home. Mother and father don't care about me, and I have no friends at school. I have friends here, I can play here and I'm not told what to do all the time. I'm not leaving." Her eyes burned. She stubbornly stood her ground.
Simon's face softened at her tear stained face. He felt for her, he really did, but orders were orders. He sighs, deciding on a compromise. "If you want...your friends can come with you, or visit but you need to come home." She admitted defeat...yet she still stood as a victor.
Everyday became nothing more then pure delight for Ib. No school meant no work to do, and since her night in the park she had friends to talk to and interact with without annoying, overly polite manners. She was able to be herself. It was Christmas eve. And her parents were due home.
"Mr. Richie, Mr. Richie, can we go to the orphanage today please?" It didn't take long for her parents to do a background check on the group of children and Garry. Learning that they were living in a place not too far from the park. He smiled at the young lady.
Despite his worries, he's glad that she's coming out of her shell. She's like a granddaughter to him. "Of course. Just remember that we have to return home at 5 so we can get you ready for your dinner with your family."
She understood. Yet it had been so long since Ib found herself enjoying the holidays. And her adventure with her friends were full of delight. They sang merry songs. Helped decorate the Christmas tree, helped make cookies (eating the ones promised to her~)
"Hey...Ib?" She looks up, seeing Garry frowning. "Yes?" Stuffing another delicious crumbly sweet into her mouth. "Are things going on with your family? I mean..." He scratches the back of his head.
'Dammit I shouldn't have said anything.' "Things are ok...I got scolded for the trouble I caused. But they actually should be home tonight for dinner." Though she didn't show it, she was relieved hearing that her folks were coming home. It had been a long time since they dined and chatted like a family.
He exhaled at the news. Calmness flowed through the teen. The tension no longer coiled the air "Oh good! Are you ready for Santa to visit you?" Her smile faded, ready to rip a chunk of her mouth out. "No...Santa's not real...and even if he is, he doesn't visit me."
There was something Ib always wanted, but she never got it. Garry was ready to kick himself. Unfortunately Mary beat him to it. Nailing the poor guy in the shin. "Ow! What the hell Mary?!" A stern look etched across Mrs. Guertena.
"Sky Garry Mcknight!" He winced, automatically apologizing. Causing everyone to laugh. Her previous sorrows forgotten. Time passed quickly. And all too soon Ib was escorted home. "We've arrived Miss." She flew up the stairs, dressing into her formal dining attire.
It was a kneelength ruby shade dress. With white puff cuffs at the end of her sleeves. She wore black flats and had a white headband pushing her bangs from her face.
"You look lovely Miss." With a thank you, Ib and her dressmaid descended down the steps into the dining hall. There she was seated. There she waited...and waited...and waited.
A few seconds became minutes, which transformed into hours. There a tiny little girl sat in her chair, as food graced the table lost it's steam, and the empty chairs stayed empty. "Miss. Ib Why don't you eat? I'm sure you're famished." Mr. Richie tried coaxing the girl, but she refused.
Glancing back and forth from the clock to the space across from her she nervously toyed with her dress. When suddenly a phone rang. Immediately one of the servants reached for the line. Hope grew within little Ib. She anxiously started at the phone, dying to hear that her parents were almost home.
She stood up and scurried to the phone. She listened intently. "Can you please tell Ib that we won't be home for her this Christmas?" Shattered...something shattered deep inside. Tears plummeted to the carpet as the heiress sobbed. "Lady Ib wait!" She did not halt, her hazy sprint lead her to her room.
A slam and lock. The servants all came to her door, pleading that she come out. But it fell on deaf ears. "Please Miss. Let us in!" Huddled in her little ball she cried and cried. She knew it...no matter how much she loved her family, they never cared enough to be with her.
"Wishes don't come true...they never do..." It took time before the maids were able to locate the master key to unlock Ib's door. They took in the mess of the room desperately searching.
There they found their little princess asleep on her bed, with flaming pained trails on her cheeks, the last crystal salt drops refusing to leaver her closed orbs. Quietly they tiptoed into the room. One of them stepping on a crumpled sheet of paper the young woman read the contents.
Dear Santa,
Every year I ask for something, and I see that it never comes true. People say you're real and that for those that are good, get gifts for Christmas. But I don't want any presents. At least not any of the material presents. No I desire something far more important to me.
This year I've been doing my best to be really really good, so I ask that instead of giving me presents underneath the tree. Can you have it so I can spend Christmas with mom and dad? I love them, but they're always so busy and are never there to play with me.
This year I want to be with my family. I know the servants do their best to cheer me up and make me happy. However...I want to feel warm when they hug me, I want to laugh and play with them without the fear of them leaving for another long trip.
I know I say to people that you're not real, but that's because I'm always upset. Up until recently I never had fun. It was all about studying and making everyone around me happy and proud. Though I met good friends who liked me for me. So I hope that maybe this year will be different...Please Santa...this is all I'm asking for. I won't ask for anything else ever again...if this one gift is given.
Love...Ib Rosefields.
Soon everyone lost it, crying their hearts out for their employers daughter. Now they understood why she failed to believe in miracles and wishes. Because every time the holidays roll around she's alone trying to patiently wait for her parents to come.
'No...' All the workers were in agreement. This year, they would not let Ib's Christmas be ruined. All day she anticipated this dinner, leaving the warm company of her friends to prepare for her parents arrival, only for them to ditch her. This Eve was going to be a joyous memory. "Ok here's what we do..."
to be continued~
Author Notes: We finish this chapter yay! Okey dokes you all know what to do. If you like review/fav/follow and enjoy your christmas guys, for this holiday one shot/mini series week is coming to an end~ Tchao for now!