Well's now I'm back. Sorry, schools been kinda hectic. Anyway on with the chapter… or act.
Act IV-
May's P.O.V-
After three weeks of brutal beating, I just couldn't take it. Please, I would beg. Kill me now. Nothing was fixed properly. My legs trying to heal, formed in unnatural ways. My rib cage painfully stabbing my arteries. But, yet she still beat me.
The door creaked open. I moaned. She beat me not 20 minutes ago. How come again?
"Please, just do it fast." My voice came out painfully dry. My tongue was like sand paper scraping my dry lips and caused bleeding.
"May?" Someone asked. The voice was vaguely familiar.
"Who is it?" I croaked.
"Tybalt." The voice said.
"Tybalt." I sighed, relief swept though me.
"Oh! May are you alright? We've been worried sick!" Tybalt cried pushing the door fully open. My brother stood there frozen, taking in my misshapen form. "What happened to you?" He demanded.
"Brenna. She beats me." I gasped. Stars filled my vision. My head that I barely lifted up sagged towards the cold floor. May. It was the last thing I heard.
"It's been a week. Do you think she'll wake up soon?" A womens voice muttered. I was tring to move or respond. My body felt like I died, but yet I was still alive. I was lying on something soft, it felt like squashy puffy clouds, holding and caring for my broking limbs. I was in heaven.
"Well, from her wounds, she may never wake up." Another voice said, followed by soft weeping sounds.
"Mmmm." Was the sound produced from my lips. I heard sharp intakes of breath. "He—hello?" I finally managed. Tho it did sound more like heo.
"Oh! Darling!" someone grabbed my right hand and gently squashed it.
"Mother?" I whispered. Afraid. That's what the emotion was. I hope I'm not dead.
"That's right, honey." The presser increased.
"Hi." Slowly, my eye lids fluttered open, only to revel my mothers wet, red eyes.
"Darling!" Mother hugged me tightly. "Oh, I love you."
"I love you too." I tried to hug back, but it felt like my arms were made of lead.
"It's okay honey. Just relax."
"Okay." I slowly drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
Drew's P.O.V-
4 weeks earlier.
"Drew." I looked into the still angry face of my father. I tried to match his heavy glare. But it's kinda hard to when you're scared out of your bloody mind.
"What?" I sneered.
"Are the rumors true? Did you break off your betrothal, because you love another. A Capulet?" Father grimaced at the name.
Busted, "Father, you are going to believe that?" I faked laughed.
"Yes. Is it true?"
"No." I lied. Thou it sounded oddly like a question.
Fathers eyebrow went up 5 centimeters on his forehead, "Mmmm, than tell me. Why did Brenna say she saw you kissing the girl?"
Double busted, "Uhhhh." I replied stupidly.
"Ahah! So it's true then? Well you my boy, are a disgrace."
"But, Brenna tells lies! Pray tell me father, do you want to believe me? Or the woman who kidnapped someone out of fake sheer jealousy?" I laughed secretly, while father stood there blubbering like an idiot.
"I—I you have no damn bloody right to talk to me like that!" Father hissed, whipping his hand across my face.
"Sorry." I muttered as I raised two fingers to the red hand print on my face.
He smirked, "Good, now be gone."
Present, same time as Capulets.
Why? I kept asking myself. Why did May have to leave me?
"Drew? Are you alright?" Benvolio asked, poking his head through the small crack in the door.
"No," I sighed.
"Well brother. Father has called upon us. He wants you to meet your new betrothed."
"Oh, god no." a moan escaped from my lips. Didn't he understand I didn't want to marry?
"Sorry brother. Come with me." He grabbed my forearm and half dragged me to the sitting room.
In the sitting room, father sat beside Gary and a young women. Father had an amused look on his face, Gary just looked sick.
"Son, meet Lady Lily." Father pulled the girl forward. I mentally gasped. She was not even 13! Thou she was pretty what with shoulder lilac purple hair and huge, innocent violet eyes. But how could I marry a 13 year old girl?
Benvolio nudged me, "Oh, pleasant to meet you milady." I bowed.
"The pleaser is all mine, my lord." She smiled.
"Heh, well… I must be off. Good day Lady Lily. Father, Gary."
I slowly walked away from the sitting room. As soon as the door closed behind me, I dashed away. I ran towards the garden. I fell to the bright green grass, thinking of who I really wanted to marry.
May's P.O.V-
1 month later.
"There you go milady, your all better." Dawn smiled, as she removed the last of my bandages.
"Well, help me get dressed so I can wonder the garden." I sighed. Even with Brenna and Solidad banished, father did not permit me to leave the grounds.
"Alright." Dawn went to the dresser and pulled out a corset, stalkings, and a simple navy blue dress. Dawn tightened the corset a little too hard and cut off my airways. "Too tight." I gasped, and Dawn quickly loosened the corset so I could breath. She slipped on the dress, and started to brush and braid my hair. She finished by applying heavy eyeliner and mascara, my eye lids painted smoky purple, and lips a light rouge.
"You look stunning." Dawn giggled and walked out of the room, hallways filled with light, musical laughter.
I shook my head at the younger girls' foolishness. I walked onto the balcony, where if I chose I may walk down the stairs to the garden.
"May,"
"Ah! Hark, who goes there?" I tried to sound brave, but being held captive for a month has left me terrified of my own shadow.
"Drew." He said, walking out of the trees in all of his shinning glory. Jade hair, bangs in his emerald eyes. His red, shirt was the color of roses. His pants were white and boots knee length were black.
"Drew!" I gasped.
He walked towards the balcony, "He jests at that never felt a wound. But soft; what light through younder window breaks? It is the East, and May is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief that thou her maid art fair more than she. "
"Ay me!" I cried.
"She speaks. O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head, as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the whit-upturned wond'ring eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom of air." Drew pleaded.
"O Andrew, Andrew! Wherefore art thou Drew? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet."
"Then I'll no longer be a Montague, I refuse thy name." Drew said passonitly.
"Oh Drew." I sighed and started too bound down the stairs. I jumped the last two steps, even in heels. He opened his arms, and started grinning wildly. I collapsed into his arms.
"May." He whispered into my hair, while I inhaled his rose sent.
"Oh, Drew. How I love you." My voice was muffled by his shirt.
"Then run away with me, so we can be together."
"Well, of course! I'de travel anywhere just to be with you." I sighed, and started to run up the stairs.
"Wait! What are you doing?" Drew hissed.
"Just give me a minute." I walked the rest of the way into my room. A wrote a quick note to my mother and father and Tybalt. I grabbed the first dress I saw and stuffed it into a small carrying bag. Instead of the stairs I quickly scaled the wall down. I toke a small step down and smiled inwardly as I saw the look of horror on Drew's face. I toke to much care in his face, then my, footing and slipped off the 15 foot wall. I squeaked, and fell into his waiting arms.
"Don't ever do that again, May!" Drew scolded, as he lightly placed me on my feet.
I rolled my eyes, "Let's just go." I slipped my hand through his, and we ran off towards freedom. Or so we thought.
Well…. That was an okay act. All of the slanted words are directly from William Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet. All of these slanted words are his and his only, I take no credit in them. Kayz well I'll try and write more often! BYEZ! : )
