I stand there looking at the door and Victoria. I placed my emotionless mask on my face to hide my smugness.
I saw the look of shock on Victoria's face as she turned from the door, I tried to stop my mask slipping but I couldn't help it she looked so shocked.
I manage to stifle my snigger as a cough. I watch as Victoria tries to recompose her face. She turns around with an expression of natural displeasure.
She has a pretty face but seems to be an empty shell. I feel like the bubbly personality she projects to the world is just an act to hide who she is.
"Well Miss Swan, I think we had better get started." Her tone is as if she hasn't even heard The Docs comments or advice.
"You are not needed." I reply calmly and turn around heading towards the bathroom.
I must have been crazy to walk away but it felt like the thing to do.
"Don't you walk away from me young lady." She screamed at the top of her voice.
"I'm not walking away. I'm strutted away."
"You will do as you're told, now get back here."She now screeched at me.
"You have little to no idea about who I am or what I can do. Now I wish to get into the bath, you will leave."
I carried on walking towards the bathroom and once in there I lock the door. I start the motions of my normal morning routine.
I turn on the water and start brushing my teeth. The Doc had left my new medication on the side however.
I'm hesitant with taking them. I find my week emergency supply in my purse.
I grab a glass off the side and down the pills in one.
I wash my face and decide it's time to explore my room.
Time to find my next way out, I start the bath in hopes it helps hide the noise I make while searching my room.
I open the door to see Victoria sitting on my bed and now she is joined by Heidi and young man.
"I told you to get out." I sneer at Victoria.
"You need to learn how to dance for the ball master is throwing young lady." She hisses back.
"She is a feisty one, isn't she?" The young man replies smoothly.
"Excuse me but you all will leave my room now." I don't care if they are vampires or not this is my designated sanctuary. I want some time to myself to try and find a way out.
"Bella, you will do your le. . . . "

I was standing in front of the Cullen house. I looked around and felt a breeze go pass my face, I look at the house again and the door is suddenly open.
I walk through the door and follow the voices to the front room.
"Where's Edward?" Kate was asking Carlisle, they were standing in the far corner.
"He's in Bella's studio again." Carlisle sounds defeated and lost as to what to do. He looks older than I've seen him before.
I walk to my studio and see Edward sat in the corner chair. He's hugging a pillow that I presume is mine.
He looks lost and heartbroken. I walk up to him and place my hands on his shoulder.
"Bella, baby, where are you?" He looks like he would be crying if he could.
"Edward." He turns his head to the doorway and looks at Kate.
"What can I do for you?"
"I need you to look at an order for me." I can see Kate clutching a piece of paper in her hand.
"Get someone else to do it."
"Edward, I really need you to look at this order." Kate sounds firm and controlled in the way she speaks.
Edward jumps out of the chair and holds his hand out.
"Fine, give me the damn order." Kate holds out a piece of paper and Edward snatches it off Kate.
He's acting angry and annoyed, but I know it's an act. I can see he's lost and heartbroken.
All those emotions leave his body when he reads the piece of paper.
I watch as he collapses to the floor, and his soul is eased and filled with relief.
"Son, do you understand that order?" Carlisle speaks as he places a hand on Edwards shoulder.
Everyone is quiet for a few minutes then I notice the others enter the studio and look around.
"What's the matter?" Alice asks peering from the doorway. Edward looks up at him and I can see all the hope in his eyes.
"It's Bella. She sent this." He shakes his head and then holds the piece of paper out towards Alice.
"You clever, clever girl." Edward barely whispers. I only catch it because I am sat at his feet.
"Edward." Alice asks hesitantly from her spot that she has frozen too. "Edward, do you think there is more to this note?"
"What do you mean Alice?" Carlisle asks as everyone turns their attention to Alice from Edward.
"Bella is not keen on eighteenth century windows. She finds them to bright." Edwards head shoots up.
"Where are Bella's sketch books?" Edward is now standing up and rooting through my draws.
"She actually calls them too fiddly or religious."
I watch as Edward starts running about the place and books are thrown all over the place.

"Bella, Bella. Can you hear me?" I hear Doc call me. I open my eyes and find myself on a bed.
I look around confused, after a few minutes realise I am in the hospital wing again.
"Hi Bella, do you hurt anywhere?"
"No" I feel a hand on my wrist, obviously to check my pulse."I have to say my dear; you are making life a bit more exciting around here."
I look at him confused as he chuckles away.
"No one has ever angered Victoria like that before. You've really got under her skirts."
I mentally pat my back in pride that at least someone is annoyed at me.
"You should be careful. It's not wise to mess with a vampire as you arm shows."
I look at my cast and feel the white boredom taking over as I imagine the designs I can put onto the piece of paper.
"Um. . . . Doc, do you have a pen somewhere?"
"Why?"
"I want to draw."
"I have a red, green and a blue biro, any of them any good?" I nod and he hands me the pens.
I start doodling on a section of the cast. It's only flowers and butterflies but it breaks up the white colour of the cast.
The Doc walks to his desk and sits down I notice he starts writing.
I get to the point where I manage to cover a quarter of the cast with my doodle when the phone rings.
The doc picks up the phone after looking at me and signalling to be quiet.

"Thomas speaking." He replies smoothly into the phone.
"No Master. . . . I currently have Miss Swan performing some relaxation therapy . . .
Yes Master. . . . No Master it's on her cast. . . . . Yes Master I will . . . No Master I don't think that will work
. . . . . She has several years experience, Master . . . . . Very well Master."
He placed the phone on the receiver. I watched as he gently shook his head and took a breath in.

"Bella, we need to talk about your lessons." I look up at him and roll my eyes in annoyance.
"How do we make this work?" I look at him in amazement, for the first time whilst here I was being asked what I wanted.
Was this a trap? Was it a genuine request? Maybe they were trying to throw me into a false sense of security.
"Let me go home." I reply cautiously.
"That won't happen yet Bella." He shakes his head please be sensible "Maybe some art supplies or more books?"
"Don't bother with lessons."
"Anything else?"
"I'll think about it." I comment smoothly as we measure each other up to see who will budge and give in first.
"Bella, The Master has ordered that you learn how to act accordingly at a ball or you prove that you can do it."
"And how do I prove that?"
"Show someone you can dance." I looked at him with a harsh glare.
"Bella there is a hill in everyone's life. You just need to work out how to tackle it either on your own or with other people.
The road maybe winding and long, but when you get to the top. You can hold your head up high and be proud of yourself.
The view will be amazing. That view is always is the best." He spoke clearly. Something about his words seemed so familiar and comforting.
I went back to doodling over my cast. I got lost in my drawing until the whole of my cast had been covered.

"I'll try." I spoke gently.
"Did you just say something?"
"I said I'll try." I closed my eyes and spoke louder trying to not let my emotions show.
I wasn't alone in the world and I had to remember that. I certainly wasn't forgotten because my dreams of Edward proved that to me.
"You'll try what?" He looked at me cautiously.
"I'll try to go to this ball and I'll prove I can dance but in return I want some freedom."
"I will talk to the masters and get back to you."
"No I want an answer now. I don't work for pixie dust." I internally smiled at the thought of pixie dust.
The Doc shook his head and sighed.
"Can I have an hour to see what I can do?" I nodded an hour seemed reasonable.
"I also need to know what the 'freedom' you want?"
"I want internet access and to be able to send emails." He nodded his head.
"I want to be able to call home and talk to my boyfriend."
"I don't think that will happen."
"I have to keep the pretence up that I am on a work placement, if I don't talk to at least my boyfriend. Everyone will work out something is wrong."
"Anything else?"
"I want some drawing materials and some paints." He nodded at the last one. "I think that will be everything." He stood up from behind his desk. And opened the door.
"Deangelo."

Deangelo appeared instantly at the opened door and smiled at me.
"Deangelo will take you to your room and I'll go and see what I can sort out. I will let you know."
I nodded and jumped off the bed. I walked through the door.
"Deangelo, Miss Swan is to be left alone unless she asks for food or drink no one is to go near her except you."
"Thank you." I spoke gently and nodded to the doc in gratitude.
I was in my room less than forty five minutes. I had gone through the wardrobes and draws.
The wardrobes were filled with clothes and shoes. I was grateful for the change of clothes.
If I was required to see the master, I wanted to go in dressed smartly. I had found a loose pencil skirt and a lilac button up shirt.
I added a pair of small heeled shoes that were ideal for dancing in. My routine was disrupted by a knock on my bedroom door.
I smiled at the fact someone was being respectful.
"The Master would like to meet with you to discuss your proposal." The Doc smiled.
"Can I have five minutes to sort myself out please?"
"Of course." I left the door open and walked to my bed picking up the shoes and putting them on.
"I must say Miss Swan, when you dress to impress you certainly do look impressive." I looked up and smiled gently.
"Thank you." I stood up and straightened up my clothes as I started walking out my room.
"Hey Doc." I heard someone shout behind us.
"Where's Miss Swan go. . . ." I turned to look at the person calling us it was Deangelo.
"Miss Swan?" He looked gobsmacked, and this was me only working at half effort.
I nodded gently satisfied at the effect my effort had made.
"Damn. You look good." He started looking my body up and down.
I felt my blush spread across my face. The Doctor coughed and Deangelo seemed to suddenly realise he had made a mistake.
"I am terribly sorry Miss Swan. I didn't mean to insult you." Deangelo spoke in a smoother tone.
"No insult made." I smiled gently at him and saw all the stress and embarrassment wash away.

Deangelo walked with us to meet with the Masters. I walked slightly behind The doc and Deangelo.
I stood quietly with my chin held high and my shoulders square.
When we entered the room and I saw the Masters sat in large dark wood chairs at the end of the room.
"Miss Swan, it is lovely to see you again." I gently nodded but keep silent I want to hear what he had to say first.
"Dr Thomas says you have agreed to behave for us. Is that right my dear?" He looked at me
"On condition." I replied smoothly and confidently. I looked in his eyes.
They scared me but I had to hold strong if I wanted to get what I needed.
"Yes on condition." He waved his hands and Deangelo and the doc moved away from me and towards the walls.
"I see you have found the clothes in one of the cupboards." He walked around me. I felt like I was being examined.
"Can we just cut to the chase?" I asked smoothly. I hid all my emotions determined not to let him see how I felt.
"I will cancel the lessons when I know you can act like a lady." He was facing me again.
"I think you will find that I know how to dance and talk like a lady this is."
"Prove it then my dear."

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