Angeli was hunched over, washing the dishes again. Her mind still troubled after her encounter with Galadriel. She was so out of it, she barley noticed she was using a cup to clean a plate. A hand carefully took the cup away from her, and Angeli looked up, startled. It was Bard.
"It has been two weeks," he murmured, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "I think you are safe."
Angeli narrowed her eyes and snatched the cup back.
"This is my mother," she told him, turning back to the dishes. "You never know what she might do."
Bard sighed. "If you insist on stressing out over what Galadriel might do, at least let me help with the dishes. I do not want you to break anything."
Angeli didn't answer, but she did move over so Bard could help. They washed the dishes in silence, until Bard broke it.
"What is it with you and your mother anyway?" he questioned. "I mean, why does she hate you?"
Angeli sighed. "She never wanted me."
"Why not?"
"I do not know," at this point, Angeli was trying not to lose her temper.
"What do you mean?"
"She wanted a boy!" Angeli finally snapped, lack of sleep taking it's toll on her.
Bard's hand brushed hers ever so slightly.
"Sorry," he whispered. "I did not mean to offend you."
Angeli felt her cheeks warm at his touch, and she quickly pulled away, heading for the door. She needed some fresh air, desperately. She opened the door...
And was met with her mother's hurt features.
She screamed and shut the door.
Sorry it's taken so long for me to update. I know this chapter is short but I have been very busy these past couple weeks, I will, however, try to update more often. Sorry for the wait -Mallowbloom