AN: This is a chapter just to get started. A filler. Just to get my ideas down. I know it's not great but half way trough I had writers block. The second chapter won't go as fast. I OWN NOTHING!
Monroe's PoV
"Sir, please come with us."
"What? Why? I was just sleeping!" Oh well, no getting back to sleep now, might as well see what they want.
"Why do you need me exactly?" I asked, getting quite annoyed.
"We found a girl lying under some bushes by the gate, we just thought you should know. We went through her pack, no food, no water, just a small, thin jacket and a knife made out of a stick."
"Where is she?"
"We brought her to the infirmary, doc's patching her up for interrogation. While they searched her, they found this. It's addressed to you" He stated blankly, never looking at me. He handed me an envelope. There was a wax seal, never Broken once.
Dear Bass,
You probably don't remember me, so I'm not going to tell you my name. If your reading this, I'm most likely dead. I don't know who will give you this note, but I have to explain something. You got me pregnant. We had a daughter. She has red hair with blonde highlites. She has blue eyes that look gray. Her name is Rebel. She is exactly that. If you find her, you will notice how she doesn't talk. She is mute due to bullying. Please find her and take care of her, she means the world to me and the last thing on earth I would want to happen to her is her to die.
Sincerely,
Her Mom
"Where is she now?" I looked up from the paper to look at him.
"Interrogation." And with that, I was sprinting to the dreaded room.
When I got there, there was a girl tied to the chair. She had blood coming from her mouth and nose. She had bruises running up and down her arms and legs, also on her face. But what stopped me in my tracks was her eyes, a piercing gray/blue.
"Stop!" I ran over to her chair. When I reached out to untie her, she flinched back and whimpered. It scared me to see a girl so broken. She sat there motionless, watching my every move. After I untied her, I gave her the note. Everyone else had left, leaving us in silence. We sat there for five minuets, the only sound was the crinkling paper.
When she was done reading, she looked up at me with teary eyes. She ran at me. At first, I thought she was going to hit me, but she embraced me in a warm hug. I can't remember the last tile someone wanted to hug me.
"Do you want me to get you a room? Bath? Some warm food?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't refuse. Her eyes darted around the room, clearly looking for something. Her eyes lit up when they landed on a note pad and pen. She turned to me, her eyes asking me if she could use them.
"Go ahead," she quickly walked over to the pad, picked it up, and started writing.
(Note)
Yes, I would appreciate that very much.
(End Note)
It was too late to go out searching for a spare room close to mine, so I'll just let her use my room.
"I'm just going to be gone for a little bit to get you some food. Make yourself at home." I picked up a candle and started walking. The hallway was now pitch black and abandoned. Why did the pantry have to be so far away?
I finally reaches the pantry. I grabbed two apples, a few bread rolls, a bowl of berries, and a glass of water. As I was nearing my bedroom door, I couldn't hear anything. Of course I got a little worried. I opened the door to find Rebel lying face down on the blanket. I also found a note.
(Note)
I know I just met you, but I really want to know who my father is. I really want to live here, I don't have any other place to go. Please don't send me away. It took me a mouth to find you and travel here. It's the last thing my mom asked me to do. I may hate her, but she raised me and I owe her this. I will explain when I'm ready. Please concider keeping me, I can pull my weight around here. Please think about it.
(End Note)
My own daughter thought that I didn't want her, that I would disown her. She thinks she doesn't belong here, but she does. I'll show her.
That is a promise.
Rebel's PoV
After writing that note, I felt my eyes dipping with exhaustion. I walk over to the bed and collapse. I'm too tired to even get myself all the way on the bed and under the covers. The only time I got sleep was every one or two days.
I was ripped out of my thoughts by the door creaking open. I don't care who it is, I'm too tired. I just physically can not open my eyes.
I felt someone tugging at my cloths. I started to fuss.
"Shhhhh, shh, shh, it's only me, go back to sleep," The now somewhat familiar voice said. I settled back down. After he had gotten all my cloths off, he slipped on a large t-shirt and a pair of oversized sweat pants. He picked me up and laid me completely on the bed, putting me under the covers.
He slid in next to me, cradling me into his cheats like a baby. I don't even know him, but I feel like I'm closer to him than my own mother. I let sleep consume me and submerge me in dark memories.
First there where my "friends". They stuck up for me at first, but then turned into bullies themselves. Then my teachers, just giving up on me, not giving me a second chance. Then there was my mother, calling me a mistake, worthless, unable to do anything. My mother "cares" about me, wait no, all she cares about was me being her personal servant.
I woke with a start, thank god. I remember a song that my only friend I had left had sang all the time. She was shot a year and a half ago. I still remember the song by heart. It was made before the black out, her mum sang it to her every night. I think it was called White Blank Page by Mumford and Sons. It goes...
Can you lie next to her
And give her your heart, your heart as well as your body
And can you lie next to her
And confess your love, your love
As well as your folly
And can you kneel before the king
And say I'm clean, I'm clean
[Corus]
But tell me now where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart
Oh, tell me now where was my fault in living you with my whole heart
White blank page, and a swelling rage, rage
You did not think when you sent me to the brink, to the brink
You desired my attention, but denied my affections, my affections
[Corus]
So tell me now where was my fault
In loving you with my whole heart
Oh, tell me now where was my fault in loving you with my whole heart
Lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life
Oh lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life
It helps me calm down, knowing it was my best friends favourite song.
I looked around the room. The floor was slightly messy, cloths strewn across the floor. I walked around and picked up all my cloths and proceeded to get dressed.
There was a table with beautiful crystal bottles filled with alcohol sitting on the top. There was a map of all the republics hanging on the wall. There was a bed and a nightstand. And there was the note pad I used last night. On it was a single word
Stay
Does this mean he is actually going to try? I looked over to the bed to see my dad lying there, he was slightly snoring with his mouth open. He had disheveled hair. It was quite a sight to see. Well, I guess I know where I get my curls from.
I looked at the grandfather clock. It read
5:30 AM. I bet it's light enough to go find the stable. I wrote a note to tell him where I was. After that, I silently crept out if the room trying not to wake him. I had the notebook and pen with me so I could ask for directions.
(Note)
Could you point me in the direction of the stable?
(End Note)
I handed it to the guard and he nodded.
"Yeah, there is a path right next to the left side of the mansion. Go down a hill a little ways."
(Note)
Thank you.
(End note)
"No problem." He smiled at me. I started walking down the dusty hill looking forward to getting back in the saddle.
The stable looked clean. All the horses well groomed. Clean bedding. Fresh water. Polished tack.
After tacking her up, I led her out to the ring. I did some warm ups like walk, trot, and canter. After that I started jumping.
After a while I quickly glanced over at the fence. There was a crowd growing, my father a part of it. What does he think? Is he mad at me, happy, irritated? I'm not sure.
I quickly dismounted and led my horse ever to the fence.
Monroe's PoV
While she was riding, she looked complete. She looked confident in her ability, not like when she was walking down the hallway. When she walked, she put her head down, like she was ashamed and didn't want to be noticed.
She dismounted and lead the horse over to the fence. I was about to say something when someone pushed their way into the ring.
Tom Neville.
He stalked over to Rebel and punched her. He grabbed her by the arm and held her up.
"This is the girl who helped the rebels blow up our armoires! This is the rebel we've been looking for!" He accused.
He pulled down her shirt just enough to see that both shoulders had an American flag tattoo, both outlined in scars.
What the fuck? I was the leader of the Monroe Republic and Rebel was, well, a rebel. She was the one who blew up buildings, people, important supplies. All of it, gone. I can't even look at her.
I turn away, ashamed that she was my daughter. I turned and walked away. I walked back to my room. I started to think.
I had list everyone, the same as her. She must feel so alone.
I have to go talk to her.
Rebel's PoV
I felt betrayed, that's all I felt.
I sat in my cold cell, just thinking. I have to get out.
Ok, so, here I am 5 minutes later, pulling out my nose ring. I finally got it out. There was blood running down my face. As I was fiddling with the lock, I heard a scuffling noise coming from the cell across from me.
"Hey, what are you doing?" A blonde boy asked me through the bars of his cell. After fiddling a bit more with the locks on my door, I pushed my way out and started on his door.
Once it was open, I placed my nose ring back in place and pulled him along. I think he caught on. We ran towards the exit. There was a gaurs there, but he was snoring away.
Blonde grabbed the guards gun while I took the knife.
"We better get going."
Monroe's PoV
She was gone.