AN: Hey everyone. Back with another chapter. Hope you like it.
Riff looked hurt. There was blood on his shirt. Frank must've whipped him again. "Riff! What happened?" I could tell he was shook up. Magenta went over to him. "My love, what happened this time? Danphne, can you grab the gauze, alcohol, and cotton swabs out of the top drawer?" I nodded and handed them to her. She unbuttoned his shirt and there were several large gashes that seemed to overlap one another. Riff winced from pain as Magenta dabbed at the wounds. She then applied the gauze. "Sorry, my love." It's nothing, sister. Rose Tents My World, remember?" She smiled. "I remember." "What happened?" "Master became upset with me. There's something you should know." "If it's about the formulas, I already know. I overheard you and Frank talking downstairs on my way over here." "I see. I wouldn't be surprised if Master has several things planned. You see, he doesn't inform me of his intentions until whatever process he's started is well underway. I suppose it's because if anything were to go wrong in the beginning he won't have to worry about having false hope for a project. It's not unusual for him to have numerous projects in the works, so he'll have them to fall back on. I put him in a fowl mood. When I went to the lab to assist him, he warned me about talking back to him. He said he was already in a mood because of it, and said it would be wise not to ruin the formula combinations. I dropped one of the beakers, and he got angry and whipped me. As you can see, it was rather hard. I suppose it was a combination of things, you refusing to sleep with him and getting sick, and my back talk. It doesn't take much to set him off, but at this point, I'm not telling you anything you don't already know. He sent me back here for now. Does he know you're in here with us?" "I don't know. I woke up in his room and noticed the door was open, and snuck in here." "You should probably be careful not to upset him more than he already is." I nodded. "I know, but I knew he wouldn't let me see the girls while I'm sick. I had to try." He understood.
The four of us spent the next few hours in the girls' room. Magenta brushed my hair to get rid of the tangles. She put products in it so they would be easier to brush out. That's what I hated about having thick, long hair. It was easily tangled. After she finished brushing my hair. Columbia let me borrow one of her long tops and a pair of pajama bottoms. It was nice to get comfortable clothes on. They decided to let me sleep in their bed since I wasn't feeling well. I told Magenta I didn't have much of an appetite, and she didn't need to make anything for me to eat. Of course, she did anyway. She came back with a bowl of soup and crackers and a drink. When I finished eating, she told me she would take the dishes to the kitchen in the morning. Columbia gave me some nasty medicine and before long, I was asleep.
It must've been sometime in the middle of the night. I was probably between asleep and awake when I thought I faintly heard a door slam shut. Suddenly, our door was opened, banging against the wall from how fast it was pushed. We jolted awake, startled and the lights were turned on. We adjusted our eyes to them. Frank stood in the doorway. He was wearing his black leather jacket and had a cigarette in his left hand. He was pissed. And that certainly wasn't a good thing for any of us. "Who was it? Which one of you opened my bedroom door?" We were terrified. None of us said a word. "Well?! Who was it?!" We still didn't say anything. Frank came into the room and grabbed Riff. "Was it you?" "No, Master. I was downstairs all morning." Frank looked around the room. "This is the last time. Tell me, who was it?" Again, none of us answered. Frank came over to me. He puffed smoke in my face. Thankfully, I was too congested to smell anything. "I told you that you weren't allowed in here while you are sick, and yet here you are. I know it was you. Who else could it have been?" I shook my head frantically. "N-no, it wa-wasn't me. It w-was already open when I woke up." "So am I to believe that no one opened it? It opened by itself?" "I DON'T KNOW!" I flinched and started crying. Frank lunged at me and put out his cigarette on my pillow it was inches next to my head. He took the brush from the dresser and it me with it. Hard. The smacks came down with each word. "Why do you always disobey me? Is it so hard to DO AS I SAY?!" He continued hitting me until Riff intervened. "Master, please. That's-" "You want to take her place? It would be very unwise for you to further upset me, Riff Raff." Riff moved back. Frank dropped the brush. It still hurt, but not as bad as the first time he hit me. I was crying more from fear than pain. "I want you to listen to me from now on. If you keep disobeying me, you'll regret the consequences. Understand?" I nodded and Frank stormed out, shutting the door behind him. Riff looked disgusted and the girls comforted me the rest of the night. I was to scared to go back to sleep.
AN: Hope this one wasn't too dark.