Here's another update. Hoping to update more here in the next few days. Hope you all are well. Happy reading! - Sevy14


Father and I returned home. The carriage ride was silent and he, still. I stared out the glass window and occasionally looked over at him. The coward, I thought. I seethed internally at him and at Mother, although I was sure my feelings were plainly showing on my face. I could just murder both of them, although I was more tempted to try and strangle his sorry self right now! As soon as the carriage stopped outside the house I opened the door, not bothering to wait for any help and hopped out, my feet hitting the street with a thud. My feet stomped hotly up the stairs and I threw open the door without a care for any customer that my be coming out. At the racket I was making, Mother came rushing through to the den's entrance only to stop instantly upon seeing me. Our eyes met and I glared hatefully at her. My face was set in an irate state of stone. Her reaction was instant, seemingly flinching as if I had struck her with great force upon the cheek. I wish. I thought, huffing. I made my way past her and the stares of both clients and the whores. I cared not about their looks and loud whispers. Straight to my room I went. As soon as I shut the door I was unable to contain my emotion any longer, the facade of holding myself together was an act and I promptly burst into tears. It seemed so childish, I thought, in between gasps for air as I hyper ventilated. It was childish to cry over the news of that I was to be married off, without consent. It was not as thought his was something new. No, it was the way of the world, but still, I thought post hiccup, how could they?! Had I not been the perfect child?

I was quiet.
I was smart.
I was sure of self.
I was respectful.
I was resourceful.
I did as I was told.

I was everything parents could want for a daughter, and yet, it was not enough to save me. Today was a perfect example of the innocent being punished for something the bad had done. My Father, he had messed up and now, it was me to pay the price. I was sure he would have not made this deal with Inspector Detective Shine if he was not going to benefit in some way, most likely financially. The tears continued to fall, my sadness and anger too much. I knew my actions downstairs were akin to a child throwing a fit, and I was. I was in a fit, and rightly so! Even though it seemed humorous and something for the whores below to gossip about, they had not just had their Father sell them to Detective Inspector Shine. Then, to try have the audacity to try and dress it up as though he was saving me, like he was doing some great deed that I should be most thankful for. I wipe my nose with the sleeve of my dress and cross my arms, while huffing and looking out the window. The loose hairs about my face shooting up and falling back down upon my face, left me feeling even more irritated. This whole damn day! Minutes pass and still I was not able to come down from the high that extreme anger gives one. I stood, my body sore from the adrenaline and heaviness of emotion, with a stretch I let out a breath, shaky and full of exasperation and fear of the unknown. I paced as more tears fell down, kneading my hands.

What am I going to do? Just marry Him? Him?! No! I couldn't. I... I could not do that, I thought with a shake of my head. He was Detective Inspector Jedediah Shine. No. No. One does not earn a reputation like His without putting in the devious work behind the back alley whispers. I was sure of it. My ire turned to Him and His silky voice, no doubt the one he used to play nice when he was plotting the downfall of some poor sod. In this case: Me!

The day stretched on and I found myself unable to stomach leaving my room. I could not face those two. They were not supposed to do something like this. We had something good going on here and I thought that I was a benefit to the family business, even if it was a whore house. I knew these girls and knew how to keep them happy so that they would sleep with many many men, not just their favorites or high payers. Mother did not know what I did about them and Father certainly did not. Soon the sun was dipping and the shadows upon my wall were falling too, night was fast approaching. I had hoped that I would awake from this nightmare, but alas, I never did and it was nothing but a daydream to hope this was only a nightmare. There had been several knocks upon the door. Each one I ignored. I had no desire to speak to anyone or see anyone. I could tell by the soft shuffling of feet that each one was committed by my Mother. She could worry and fret long until the night dared to sleep itself, I had no intention of speaking to her. I wasn't even hungry, I was so upset. As I lay my head down to sleep, angry, distraught, and hungry, but resolved to figure some way out of this. I could not marry. Not him. Father got himself into a mess, it was He who should have to figure out how to get himself out of it, not me, through the sale of my person to another. As my mind drifted to sleep, my last thought was what hell would tomorrow bring.


Well, I hope you enjoyed this brief chapter. Happy reading! Good night! - Sevy14