Helena cried in her bedroom for hours.
The door was bolted shut. The pounding that was caused by Agnes, had now died off.
All Helena could hear is her own mind, mimicking her mother's voice with every word of her letter.
Helena tried blinking to make it go away, but all she ever got out of it was more pain;
realizing that the letter wasn't going to change.
She didn't know why, but she wanted to hug her father. Not the ghost…but Raoul,
The father she now missed terribly. Suddenly didn't want him to go after she found out the truth.
Almost like the excitement of possibly having a scandal, made Helena forget how much she really loved her father, the father that raised her.
Helena cried harder now that she realized how she had disregarded the man who always held her when she was scared, took care of her when she was sick; before and after the death of her mother.
"My father…." Helena wanted to find her father, and immediately!
She hurriedly wrapped a red scarf around her neck, and a brown jacket. "Where are they?" She scrambled around her room, looking for her long stockings, and boots.
Helena unbolted the door, and began shoving things into her leather bag.
Agnes must have heard the clunk of the large brass bolt, because she could now be heard bustling down the hall.
Helena moved faster now. "Helena my dear!" Agnes came in, and practically slammed the door behind her.
"Stay away from me!" Helena stuck out her hand as if to block Agnes from pouncing.
"What?" Agnes gave a look of genuine confusion.
"Why would you do that? Why would you hide what I knew was true?" Helena screamed.
Agnes now looked more serious. "It was what your mother wanted. Now that I have seen your temperament there is no doubt in my mind what is in that letter!"
"But you knew all along!" Helena kicked her stool, so it went sliding to where Agnes stood.
"You are NOT going to blame me, for your foolish thinking. That man is an evil wizard! You will not go to see him." Helena looked at her in disbelief.
"Are you serious? I cannot believe you expect me to listen to you, after all these years you have hidden these things from me!" Agnes stepped towards her.
"DO NOT touch me!" Helena screeched. Agnes did end up jumping at Helena, trying to restrain her, but Helena was too quick. She jumped over her bed and landed on the floor right in front of the big oak door.
Helena had to use some force to get the door ajar, this time gave Agnes a chance to pick herself up from the floor.
She jumped at Helena once again, but only managed to get Helena's jacket stuck in the door. It ripped a little bit on the sleeve, but Helena kept moving.
Soon Agnes would be out of her room and would chase her until she caught her.
Though Agnes was a little bit round she had caught Helena many times before when she was younger, and she wouldn't take any chances.
Soon Helena was at the stables, she unlocked the other stalls of the horses, to give her a little time. (Agnes would have to chase the horses and put them back )
She jumped on the back of the jet black horse that was given to her by her father.
Helena now wondered if it was from her father or from…her father.
She raced off into the open field, a short cut to the heart of the city. The sun was now fully up, and danced across her chocolate brown curls.
"I'm coming father…."