The Truth
Chapter 10.5
Okay people, yes you, I have MAJOR writers block about what should happen next, so I have decided to write a side chapter on Elarah May's life when she was away from Roy. (Reason why: I already had this side chapter written down _ ) Okay? So here we go!
"Elarah May! Get in here this very second, young lady!" Mrs. Kingly called up the stairs of the fancy two-story house. Young Elarah May ran down the stairs, her long hair tied up in a ribbon. She stood in front of Mrs. Kingly patiently, waiting for some kind of punishment... like always. Elarah May was 8 years old at the time, her big onyx eyes always wide with excitement.
"You did not mop the kitchen like you said you did! Are you going to lie to me now? You are lucky you are getting dinner tonight, since it is a special night." Mrs. Kingly said. Elarah May stood there, expecting to get hit, but she just stared, confused.
"Why is tonight a special night, Mommy?" Elarah May asked. Mrs. Kingly just smiled sweetly. She took Elarah's hand and pulled her to the kitchen, where everyone jumped out, yelling surprise.
"Why, it's your birthday, Ela." Mrs. Kingly smiled down at Elarah as she stared at everyone, terrified yet enthralled. She stood there, confused. What is she to do? Cry and run away? Or laugh and giggle as everyone wishes her a happy birthday.
"What's so great about one's birthday? If one can't spend the celebration of their birth with family, what's the point in celebrating at all?" Elarah asked, her voice grim; sorrowful. She turned around and walked out of the kitchen. Everyone stared after her, all disappointed.
"Ela? Ela get back here!" Mrs. Kingly called, chasing after the 8 year old. She grabbed her wrist, pulling her back. She whacked the back of Elarah's head with an open palm. Elarah grabbed her head in pain, holding in tears.
"What's the matter with you? Don't you know it isn't right to hit children, you...you... child abuser! You are a monster! The worst parent a child could ever ha-!" Elarah's sentence was cut off with an open palm crashing against her cheek. She flew to the ground, her left cheek stinging. That's when the tears began streaming down her cheeks.
"Well, you are the most stubborn child a person could ever own! You are useless, you are lucky I took you in; off the streets! If it wasn't for me, you would still be out there, either dead or begging for money, stealing food, and getting chased out of the market!" Mrs. Kingly shouted at the small girl who was curled up in a ball on the cold, hard floor. Elarah stood up and ran outside; ran down the road, ran until her lungs couldn't take anymore. When she finally stopped, she turned up in Central. She didn't know where she was; she was terrified.
"Hello?"She shouted through huffs of breath. She sat in the middle of the road and cried. She got up and walked around, looking for someone to help her. At last she found someone. He was tall; tan. He wore sunglasses, black spiky hair. He wore a green vest with white fur trim.
"You need help? You lost or something? Or do you just need money?" He asked. Elarah looked up at him, terrified. She nodded slightly, scared of what he would do if she answered wrong. He extended his hand to her and she flinched away. He frowned.
"I won't hurt you, you can trust me." he smiled innocently. She took his hand and they walked to the nearest inn.
"The names Greed, by the way. What's yours?" Greed asked, his voice sounding like he was really curious. She stuttered, shy.
"My name? It's... Elarah May. From what I know, my full name is Elarah May Mustang... but I don't really remember." She said quietly. Greed got an evil grin on his face. He thought for a while, then asked her a simple question.
"Do you have a sister or brother?"