Chapter Fifteen:

Soldiers from the Gale Force found Glinda the Good unconscious in the old Corn Exchange a few days later with a rotting corpse of the floor. The corpse was identified as Fiyero Tiggular, a Prince, and was, said by locals, killed by Sir Chuffrey's hired assassins because he had kidnapped Glinda.

Glinda on the other hand was taken back to Mockbeggar where she was to be resting by doctor's orders from large amounts of alcohol abuse and sexual activities. The blood spatters on her dress were found to be Fiyero's and Glinda claimed it was an act of self-defense against him.

She sat in her bedroom at Mockbeggar, looking around at the swirling light blue colors of the wall that clashed with the gold edging and fringe of the curtains. She drummed her fingers on the warm comforter as she lay there in her white silk nightgown. It had been a day since she had been taken from the Corn Exchange, and she was exhausted.

Her unconscious state had been plagued by dreams of Elphaba, Elphaba dying, Elphaba killing Glinda, and Elphaba killing herself. It had been a most horrendible night for the blonde.

Her door opened and Chuffrey entered the room.

"How are you feeling?" he asked as he walked over to her in a suit of gray.

"Fine," lied Glinda, "Just fine."

He eyed her suspiciously, "Really? You were a complete drunk when I saw you last. Crying and screaming out someone's name over and over again," he said steely.

Glinda paled, "Really? I don't remember much of what-"

Chuffrey's neck muscles tensed up and he started to laugh, which was quite frightening to the blonde, "You were with her, weren't you? Oh, good Unnamed God you were! You were being her little whore weren't you?"

Glinda's eyes narrowed, "Shut up, you! You don't know anything!"

Chuffrey laughed jollily, "So what happened, did you find out she was seeing someone else?"

Glinda's face grew sad and she crossed her arms in front of her chest, refusing to say anything more.

"I don't want to talk about it," she huffed.

Chuffrey chuckled lightly, "Who was it, come on… was it a paid whore?"

Glinda pursed her lips, "No."

Chuffrey raised his eyebrows, "Was it the prince, Fiyero Tiggular? He was found dead with you, you know that right?"

Glinda paused, "Yes I know."

Her husband stared at her, "Glinda… what happened in that Corn Exchange?"

She said nothing for a moment. She sat there in her bed staring out her window while Chuffrey stared at her.

"Glinda…"

"Nothing, you old bastard I was unconscious the entire time," snapped Glinda in a false lie.

She got up from the bed suddenly, walking quickly past him and out of the room.

Chuffrey watched her leave, shaking his head lightly, "Oh yes," he called after her as he saw her make her way towards the liquor cabinet, "Let's just drink this whole thing away! Drinking really does solve everything doesn't it?"

As Glinda had her grip around the cool bottle she half thought about throwing it at Chuffrey's face. Her grip tightened and she forced herself not to. All she could think about was Elphaba hating her for killing Fiyero… and in this case, which would never happen, Glinda killing Chuffrey. Though Glinda hardly believed her subconscious when it told her that Elphaba would be mad at her.

Instead Glinda opened the bottle and faced away from Chuffrey as she felt the cool liquid flow down her throat. It felt refreshing, like it would wash away what she had done.

But even as Glinda drank the liquid, she knew she could never erase what she had done. She had killed Fiyero in a jealous rage when he had done nothing to her. Only Elphaba knew that. Would she tell? Maybe she had gone to the Gale Force… or had her friends do it for her? Maybe the Gale Force would really kill someone… maybe it would be her.

Consumed in her thoughts, Glinda barely heard the smashing of the glass as the bottle of wine fell from her grasp onto the hard wooden floor. The glass shattered on the floor and Glinda jumped back in surprise and put a hand over her heart in shock.

Something was growing inside of her, whether it was guilt or anything else Glinda did not know.

She watched in horror as the wine spread out slowly on the wooden floor, much like Fiyero's blood spilling all over the Corn Exchange… Glinda closed her eyes as she tried to block the image from her mind. But it did not go away. It was seared into the depths of her brain whether she liked it or not.

Glinda felt sick as she relived the killing. She had been sadistic, and uncaring. It was like she had became a different person altogether.

The blonde knelt down and picked up the shards of glass from the floor. A sharp pain radiated from her palm as she realized that a rough corner had cut her palm in a slice. She dropped the pieces of glass and stared at her hand most curiously.

Beads of blood were forming at the slice and soon the blood began to spread all over her palm.

At the sight of it, remembering what she had done to Fiyero, Glinda felt like she would faint. How in the world had she been able to stomach killing Fiyero? She was a woman, a young jaded woman who was known for being a blonde ditz with money. Now she could add a murderer and an adulterer to her long lists of titles. She could just picture it now, signing her checks.

Lady Glinda Upland Nee Chuffrey

Wife, Adulterer, Murderer, Public Official, Glinda The Good…

The thought of it made Glinda absolutely sick.

Her cut hand brushed against her white nightgown and the white purity of the dress was now stained with the crimson color, much like Lady Glinda herself.

She stood up shakily, and retreated away from the mess and into her room. She shut the door and was glad to find that Chuffrey had gone away somewhere. Glinda got dressed in a pale green dress with a cute little veil over her face. She looked at herself in the mirror before she left.

She looked like the frightened version of Galinda, the childish vain girl that had been at Shiz before getting married. She was pale, skittish, and too thin for being in good health. Her eyes were beyond haunted; those blue orbs were scarred, forever reliving the deed that she had committed in the Corn Exchange. She wrapped her hand up with some loose fabric that complemented her outfit.

Then, as if in secret, she called for a carriage and left Mockbeggar Hall.

There was a knock on the door of Cowlen Grounds later that day, near nighttime. Boq answered the door politely at first, but he was confused when he saw who it was.

"Ms. Ms. Glinda?"

The pale blonde seemed anxious and frightened.

"Yes," she answered in a nervous voice as if she was afraid of someone, "I need to speak right away with Nessarose, please Boq."

He nodded and let her in. She was shaking, he noticed, but it was summertime and there was no breeze.

"Are you alright, Galinda?" he asked as he led her down the hallway to where Nessa was, momentarily forgetting that she had been Lady Chuffrey for a number of years now.

"What?" asked Glinda, and then recomposed herself, "Oh, yes Biq I'm just fine."

They reached the door, Boq went in and told Nessarose who was there.

"Come in!" Glinda heard Nessa's voice as Boq opened the door for her.

Glinda entered the room and Nessa smiled at her pleasantly from her red velvet covered wheelchair. Nessa was dressed in all black, and her hair was pulled into a fierce bun. Despite not having seen her for quite some time, Glinda felt relived to be in the company of her lover's sister.

"Glinda," greeted Nessa as she had a maid wheel her to where Glinda stood, "It's been too long. How are you?"

Glinda bit her lip, trying her best to keep herself together before telling Nessa the whole story.

She noticed that Boq had not left the room, and neither had the maid that helped Nessa move over to her.

"May we converse in private, Nessa?" asked Glinda with a small smile.

Instantly Boq and the maid left her room, and it was just Glinda and Nessa.

"What is it, dear?" asked Nessa noticing that Glinda's hands had started to shake.

"Nessa, I've done something… terrible something horrible," whispered Glinda tearfully as she wrapped her arms around herself, "I need forgiveness."

Nessa smiled sadly, "The Unnamed God will always hand out forgiveness to those who ask for it, dear. Now tell me… what have you done?"

So I know I said I wasn't going to upload again till December but I had a bad case of writers block for my NanoWriMo story and felt compelled to write more to this one. I felt like if Glinda did kill Fiyero she would go to Nessa for forgiveness. How do you think Nessa will react? I still hope that people like this story. It means a lot to me when you review and give me feedback! Something to keep me going when I come back in December... :)

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