Alright I gave you guys some slack, I said I wouldn't write till I got 4 reviews, but I settled for 3...You better feel loved.
I stared at the old door that led to the Dungeon that was my mothers home. The filthy excuse for a house would never be my home. I belonged on a ship, on the sea. For a moment, I closed my eyes and imagined that I was somewhere else, somewhere away from all this. In my minds eye, I was staring at a beautiful golden arch, studded with diamonds, leading to some wonderful place, somewhere…well somewhere apart from here.
The arch glistened before me, tempting me to enter, but when I opened my eyes, all I saw was a dingy old door, so weathered that it was almost rotted all the way through. Cobwebs hung all over and there was no door handle. I gave a groan of disgust and stepped forward to push the door open with my foot.
I heard a soft 'meow' from below me, and I looked down to see "my" stray cat. She was a scrawny dirty calico, but I thought she was beautiful. I took care of her, half because Giselle hated her and half because I have a soft spot for animals.
"Hey girl," I murmured, bending down to pick her up.
I then proceeded to back into the door, preferring to have my view clear of the ugly home for as long as possible.
When I finally did turn around, I saw the house just as I'd left it that morning.
The table that tilted to one side, The few lanterns in the dimly lit room, The one hall, that led to the rest of the awful house. I hated it all.
"Edward! Lindsey!" I called, hearing my own voice echo back in the empty house. A few seconds later, I heard the sound of small feet running down the hall.
I set the cat down on the defective table, making it tilt even more, and flung my satchel over in a corner.
I was just about run and meet Lindsey, pick her up over my head and ask Edward how his day went, but of course, "mother dearest" walked in before I could move. Kicking the door open, Giselle walked in, her hair messed, and her filthy dress askew.
"Good day at work?" I asked, sarcasm dripping with every word.
My comment seemed to slide off like her dress was doing to her shoulder.
Instead she turned he attention to the table.
"What!" she asked, "Is That Skanky Mongrel Doing In Here!"
"Oh Mother! Don't speak so ill of yourself!" I replied smirking.
Giselle didn't have time to respond because at that moment Edward and Lindsey entered.
Edward played cool and just stood so I had to give him a hug, but Lindsey went straight for the cat.
"OOOO Mommy! Is it mine!" she cried stroking her back.
"No Lindsey, Your sister infected our house with fleas and dirt." she said, " By bringing that in the house."
" Giselle! Fleas would be an improvement and we already have dirt here!" I yelled trying to keep from blowing my top in front of my siblings.
Giselle just gave me a stern look.
" Oh, don't try to be motherly! It isn't becoming on you!" I said smiling.
"What's his name! What's his name Briar!" cried Lindsey grabbing my knee and jumping up and down.
I looked at my mother, making sure there was eye-contact before replying.
"Scarlet," I said, loving seeing mother wince as I named another prostitute whom Giselle often fought with.
"By the way mother," I began , "You may want to get that handle fixed, you have no idea what kinds of rapists could get in here…Although that would be good for your 'business' if I may"
After driving Giselle mad a little longer, I retired to my "room" which was really a corner with a straw mattress that I had secluded from the rest of the dirty house by tacking a blanket to the wall. Scarlet was now asleep on my "bed" and things were settling down. I pulled out a scrap of parchment from a pocket of my satchel and un-folded it.
On it were about ninety little lines. Every 30 or so lines one line was circled. These were the days that my father made port in Tortuga.
According to the dashes, he would be here in about six or seven days.
I was planning my escape.
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Sarah