Chapter 92. Emotions Run High
Rifiuto: Non Miniera
The funeral was a quiet one, with only the family attending.
Fae didn't.
She watched from her bedroom window.
There's no point in attending something you don't even remember. Fae thought.
She turned back to her book. However the words blurred in front of her, and she soon put it away. It was only when she heard the door to her parent's room close that she left her room.
Fae poked her head out the door in time to see her mother leave her room, her twelve-year-old self following.
"I don't want to discuss this, Fae."
"Why not? Why won't you just admit it?"
"Admit what?" Elphaba cried, storming down the hall.
"That you killed my baby sister!"
Elphaba whirled on her heel, her eyes blazing. In four quick strides, she was in front of her daughter, and in the blink of an eye, she'd given Fae a good slap across the face. The child cried out, and clutched her cheek.
"You murderer! I hate you!"
And with that, Fae turned on her heel and fled to her room, the door slamming. Elphaba stood, hand over her mouth, tears sliding down her cheek.
She and Fiyero didn't believe in striking their children. They'd always used strong discussions to discipline them, never physical abuse. And now she'd broken her own rule.
"Mama?" Fae's voice broke through Elphaba's self-hatred. The young queen looked up at her daughter, and promptly broke down. "I...I'm sorry."
Fae moved towards her mother, and reached out to take her hand, but Elphaba pulled away, rushing back to her room. The door slammed, leaving Fae in the hall, confused.