Haha Nya, you are? I had no idea XD (Love you!)
I'm typing as fast as I can!
I had a question about future self-harm-based stories, I actually have one that I wrote for myself a while back if you're interested in reading it.
I know it's a touchy subject, but I have decided to do more serious, rated stories, so I can definitely step it up if that's what you want.
I'm going to be writing both this and Abduction today so keep checking back in!
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Sofia
"She can't be serious, papa!" I cried, frantically looking at the door, "You're going to leave us and what? Wait around hoping that our lives crumble and have to crawl back?"
"I'm sorry, Sofia. I tried, I did, but she is adamant against us staying. Hopefully, when we get back she will have a change of heart," papa sighed sadly.
I balled my fists. This was unnecessarily cruel.
"I can't believe this is happening, but we will be just fine on our own!" I huffed, stomping inside to get my bags.
My heart hurt for my sisters who were huddled together in the hallway with their packs.
"Sister, what should we do?" Hannah cried, hugging my waist.
I didn't want to decide for them, it made me feel like mama.
"Do what feels right, girls. I will do everything to make sure you're taken care of, and James will too," I assured them, embracing them both.
"We want to stay with you, but we are going to miss mama and papa," Laura sniffed.
"So will I," I sighed, "but we must stay strong. She will come back for us once she calms down,"
I didn't believe it, but I couldn't tell them that our mother was insane.
I know that I planned to stay here, but hearing her ice-cold words made me wish I wasn't so impulsive.
I picked my bags up from the floor by the door where I left them and guided the girls out the door.
"Say goodbye to papa, girls," I ordered coldly and descended the stairs.
It was going to be a long walk back to the castle.
"Let me ride back to the castle and get a carriage," James kissed the top of my head and ran to get Sampson before I could argue.
Great. Now we had to wait.
I heard papa and the girls crying behind me and it was too much.
I started walking towards the path that led away from Nightingale.
"Sister! Wait!" Laura called, running after me, "aren't you going to say goodbye?"
"I already said what I needed to. James will be back soon, I'll see you at the castle," I half-smiled and continued walking.
It was a bitter-sweet moment.
We were going to be happy, they were going to have a future, but my heart broke for papa.
He didn't deserve to have to decide between mama and us.
I couldn't face him again.
I was afraid that I would choose to leave for him.
I was out of breath by the time I got to the hill under the castle.
I get the whole 'castle on a hill' concept. The point was made. But come on! Not everyone had horses and carriages.
I saw the carriage coming towards me and I stood to the side of the road.
"Sofia! Why didn't you wait?" James called, instructing the coachman to stop.
"I needed to walk," I shrugged clambering into the carriage with him.
"Go ahead, driver!" James ordered, looking at me in concern.
"I'm fine, James. Really. I just needed to clear my head," I assured him with a smile.
"Okay, I told father about your situation and he wants you to live at the castle," James smiled and I frowned.
"That's not the plan, we have to make it on our own. I am going to get a job and provide for Hannah and Laura," I stated, staring out the window.
I had to prove mama wrong, and the only way I could do that was if I succeeded on my own.
Without the help of the handsome Prince.
At least for a couple of years until I decided to marry him or not.
"Your father made me promise to take care of you, and that's what I plan to do. If you want to live in the village I will commission a house for you and help you get whatever job you want," James grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips.
Two days into our relationship and we already about to have our first fight.
"No, James. You need to respect my need for independence. You can court me, and we can spend time together, but I have to do this on my own," I huffed.
I knew I was being temperamental, but he was being possessive and I couldn't deal with that right now.
Not right after my mother's breakdown.
I needed a moment to breathe.