Another update for the night. I have lots of ideas now!

I climbed unhappily in the carriage and sat down. I turned and looked out of the small window until Meg was out of sight. Then I sat and moped until that sick feeling hit me once more.

"Stop the carriage for a moment!" Raoul looked at me strangely.

"Don't stop the carriage. Are you insane?"

"No, Raoul, stop the carriage! I'm...I'm going to be sick. Please, stop it."

He scoffed at me. "You are exaggerating. Don't stop the carriage. She's being foolish."

Finally, I couldn't hold it anymore. I vomited all over Raoul.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING? STOP THE CARRIAGE!"

The carriage stopped abruptly and Raoul grabbed me the hair and dragged me out of the carriage.

"Let me go! I told you that I was sick!"

He ran his hands through his hair and started pacing. "I have to wear these filthy clothes home! This is disguisting! I am absolutely mortified! I-I can't believe that you would do this!"

I covered my mouth. Although I still felt queasy, I couldn't help laughing. He was so frazzled.

"I'm sorry...I told you I was going to be sick and you wouldn't let the carriage stop. Don't blame me."

I sighed once more. "Get in the carriage, damn it."

I got in the carriage and he got in behind me. "If that EVER happens again, you will pay dearly."

I refrained from laughing, but it took every ounce of willpower. I rested my head against the seat and shut my eyes until we arrived "home."

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Two weeks passed by slowly. Everday, I had waken with the same sick feeling, and by now, I realized that it was much more than an illness. I also realized that I had to find my own way out of here.

One morning, after my usual sickness, I went back to bed, as usual. And, as usual, right as I was about to fall back asleep, Raoul came and rudely banged on the door as my warning to get out of bed. But this morning, I ignored it. I was extremely tired and I wanted to sleep. After about twenty minutes, he slammed the door open to find me asleep.

"GET OUT OF BED THIS INSTANT, YOU LAZY WOMAN!"

I sat up and defiantly said no. That royallypissed him off. He grabbed my hair and dragged me out of bed.

"YOU WILL DO AS I SAY, YOU GOT THAT?"

"Let me go, you bastard!" I tried to pull away, but at this point, he was a madman. He slapped me across the face, but I was not going to give in. Of course, when I showed no reaction to him, it pissed him off more. He backed me into a corner of the room and started screaming at me. Finally, I had enough.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, YOU IGNORANT FOP!" I kicked him as hard as I could in his...erm...sensitive spot. He keeled over in pain and I ran from the room down the steps. The servants, who I had become friends with, chuckled quietly to themselves, and even opened the doors for me. I ran to the stables and climbed on a horse. I was not an experienced horse rider, but I managed to get away.

I rode for several miles before I realized that I had no idea where I was. I then realized that I was still in my night clothes and had no shoes. I stopped the horse and started to think, until I heard a voice behind me.

"Christine..."

Dun dun duuuuuun! Cliffhanger! R&R, okay!