Chapter 5: Misery

Maron's Pov

Bra was my friend since I was like three. She mentioned me? Well she would, she told me everything, poor girl losing her mother like that. No, I did not know her mother personally I had just seen her walking around the house when I was younger. When I did see her she seemed really blank like she was a walking puppet. Nope never said a to me. Her father? Um nope never said anything about that. How did you know about that? Yes I admit she did tell me but what can I say about it?

It was a horrible day the day I came to Bra's house to see her. Not only for me but the weather was horrid also. The clouds were out and black as night it was almost like we were having an eclipse. The air hung heavy in the air and I sat in the back of the carriage fanning the humid air off me. Even the paper fan in my hand was not enough to take away the hot feeling on my body.

The driver, that Bra sent to me, keep staring back at me. He would turn his slimy looking neck in my direction and I would look away quickly as if I didn't notice. The guy was creepy and when I finally looked him in the eye he gave me a big grin and I saw a couple of his teeth were missing. I gave a half disgusted smile back and he finally looked back to the sand. Creepy!

He drops me off after an hour and Bra's big mansion. It's quite like ours in the structure but something about it doesn't feel right. Something about Bra doesn't seem right since her mother died but I can't quite put my finger on it. She seems to feel a dark feeling when she goes to her relative's house like someone had died and was being kept alive by a deep secret. That's how I feel.

A servant greets me at the door before I can even knock. Her eyes are to the floor to show her respect for me. This is something that Bra picked up from her father and ha my servants do it all the time. My mother doesn't want them to because she says they are as much a person as we are. Although this is true they have to do it when Bra's around or she gets upset.

As I was saying, a servant greeted me and led me to a room to wait for Bra. "Wait here, she's with someone right now," the servant said closing the door. How could she be with someone? She didn't even get out so she didn't know anyone but me. But she did tell me to come today so I hoped she hadn't forgotten.

The servant left the room leaving me alone to wait. At first it was okay to wait but I got really tired of waiting on her. What was she doing?

I tired to entertain myself by looking around the room to see what I could find. The room seemed dark because of the lack of windows and color. It was a dark shade of red but it almost looked musty. Really I didn't think that this room belonged to Bra it looked like a guest room. Like one of those rooms royal people bring another leader to compromise.

As I was trying to entertain myself I heard voices outside the door. The man's voice that I heard was scolding and mean, "You made her wait there? Why?"

"She's with someone in her room and he's not in there so I figured she could wait there. I didn't want to kick her out," the woman replied.

"Why do you think he's not in there? Really you girls are useless. Get her out of there and put her in the hall or something. Do not ever let anyone in there unless Vegeta says you got it?"

"Yes sir," the woman whispered.

I ran back to my chair and sat like I hadn't moved since she put me there. The door clicked open and the servant appeared in the doorway. A warm smile crossed her face as she moved into the room. She looked very shy like a little girl because she was staring at the floor. "Please come this way," the woman said pointing out the door.

"Oh," I said like I had made the mistake," This way?"

She bowed her head as I passed," yes ma'am."

Her hand rested on the door still and when she pushed it open it was almost as if you were going to see something fantastic on the other side. I walked into the hall and leaned against the wall waiting for a signal to move. People passed by like mad but no one ever said anything to or about me.

Minutes passed slowly but the door to one of the rooms finally opened. It was Bra who came out and she looked a little upset. The smile she wore looked fake and rehearsed. I looked at her puzzled at her presentation for a minute and then I returned her smile.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Aren't you happy to see me," she said looking at the floor.

"Yes I am happy to see you. Oh what took you so long?"

She ran her fingers through a chunk of her hair nervously," I was with someone. Didn't they tell you that?"

"Yeah they did. Hey let's go to your room."

"Oh no! I can't, let's go to um…the river."

It took her a while to warm up to me. I felt as if I was intruding on her life. It really didn't make any sense. I was her best friend since we were three and she is afraid to tell me something. We have always understood each other but right now I didn't' understand her.

We went swimming in the pool and I was hoping it would take her mind off whatever was bothering her. She warmed up and played a little in the water, pulling her dress up high as the water came up. Then I saw it, the sole evidence that something was not right and it was that day that I would know what you have asked me about, what everyone wants to know. The telltale bruise on her inner thigh that I got a glimpse of nearly threw me off my feet.

"What is that?"

"What," she said knowing exactly what I meant.

"That bruise," I whispered, "What happened to you?"

"It's nothing really," she let her dress got back into the water and she drug herself to the floor.

"It doesn't look like nothing."

"Well it is. Please don't ask me, I can't tell I promised I wouldn't. You don't want to know what I know."

"Did someone hurt you? Did you see something your dad didn't want you to?"

"No."

"Then what," I grabbed her hands so she could cover her face.

She was crying now," If I tell you, you can't tell anyone."

"Who would I tell?"

"Promise me!"

"Okay, I promise."

After she told me I felt really uncomfortable. Things changed between us that day and nothing has ever been the same. I support her with all my heart but my heart was not ready to handle the knowledge I had just learned. That is why I cannot talk about it anymore.