It's been a LONG time since I posted last. Sorry it took so long. Not gonna give petty excuses just had a MAJOR case of writers block. Hope you enjoy this short chapter.
Chapter 7 (Poems, Crying, and Yelling)
Blossom's POV:
It's been three days since Dad told us about the deal. No one has said a word to anyone since then. Well, except the occasional excuse me, thank you, and hello. Our meals have been cold and silent. The tension in the air is always so thick. It hasn't been this bad since after Mom died. Buttercup is always giving Dad her death glares. Bubbles sits at the end of the table. Occasionally I see a tear slide down her face. At nights, always around twelve, I hear Buttercup yell as she slams her sword against a tree. We never see the boys anymore. Dad makes sure they're only here at the door, at night, while we're asleep. I, being the most mature, have to show no emotion. Although, when doors are closed and curtains shut, I cry myself to sleep. Desperate and praying for my family, the outcome of this, and that God will save us from the terrible future that awaits my sisters and I. I close my last bag and head for dinner once more.
Dinner is quiet again. Buttercup hasn't shown up. Bubbles quietly excuses herself from the table. The only ones left are Dad and I. I try to start a conversation.
"It's been really quiet lately, hasn't it?" I speak clearly. Dad just shakes his head up and down. I glance back down at my plate.
"Chef made a new meal." I state trying again to start a conversation. Again, Dad just nods. The rest as dinner is as silent as stars.
To make myself feel better I write.
I am trapped in a cage...
no one sees it... not even me...
I don't know what it's made of...
I don't even know where it came from...
but I feel it... it's all around me...
it is full of strength
that it forbids me to move freely..
It separates me from my wisdom
and it strangles my thoughts...
I am robbed
but I don't know what was taken...
I'm in a place
but I don't know where I'm heading..
I don't even know how I got here...
or who has brought me here...
I know I've been through a lot
but my memories are distorted...
it is seizing me little by little..
I can't stay but I can't go...
I am trapped but no one sees it...
NOT EVEN ME...
"That's a pretty sad poem Bloss. It's good, but sad." I hear a voice behind me. I look behind me to see Brick looking down at my work.
"Well life seems to be sad right now, so why not write a sad poem?" I whisper. My voice almost cracks but I maintain my emotionless stage.
"You know you don't have to do that around me…" Brick starts.
"I do the same thing you do." He sits down on my bed.
"You're the most mature so you have to hide your emotions." It feels like I'm looking in a mirror of myself when I look at his face. Not an actual what my face looks like, but, if I have a mirror of the inside. This is what it looks like.
"You feel like you have to feel nothing, like you're wearing a mask all the time. I know what that feels like, I do it too. Your emotions all bottle up inside and you feel pathetic and useless. I have a poem for you Bloss…
We are perfectly imperfect
and beautiful within
because beauty isn't skin deep
it'sdeeper than the skin
We are who we allow ourselves to become
we get what we give, we give what we get
so give it your all
and don't ever give up
Be the best you
be the person you want to be
just remember to be yourself
not who others want to see
This day is yours
it belongs to no one but you
put one foot in front of the other
and take a step closer
to making all your dreams come true
You are perfectly imperfect
and this is okay
because no one is flawless
no one is perfectly made
You are beautiful within
and your smile reflects
the love inside your heart
so, share a grin
and let others see who you are
Be the best you
just be who you are inside
be the person that makes you happy
and liveyour best life…"
Brick's POV:
After I recite my poem I've been working on for the last few days Blossom has a small, beautiful smile on her face.
"Thanks Brick, I really needed that." Blossom breathes.
"What are you doing here anyway?" Blossom asks.
"Well, I heard a beautiful girl crying behind closed doors." I blush. Blossom takes my hand and hugs me.
"The girl's glad you came." She whispers.
We sat there for awhile until Blossom pulls away and says,
"Brick, I really don't want to marry someone I've never met. Although, I'm a princess and I have to fulfill what my country expects of me. This merge of Ireland and Scotland might be the best thing that's ever happened, but I need someone to help me make it through. Brick, I'd like that person to be you." I simply just nod my head.
I'm just not sure I like the idea of helping Blossom marry some jerk from Scotland….
Boomer's POV
The sounds of sobs come from inside her room. The king warned me and my brothers that if he caught us talking to his daughters again he'd… execute us. The sobs become louder as I try to think of something else.
If executing us is the worst thing you got you'd better think of something else your highness…
I slowly open the door into Bubble's room. Bubble's head lies on a fluffy pillow. I go over to her bed and place my hand on her back. Bubble's head jerks up. She looks into my eyes.
"Oh my goodness Boomer you scared the sugar out of me!" Bubble's exclaims.
"Scared the sugar out of you?" I laugh.
"Sorry, it's just something I say." She hides her face with her bangs.
"I think it's cute… Hey, I don't think I've ever seen your hair down before."
"Well now you have." Bubbles smiles and my heart drops into my stomach. Her sky blue eyes look even bluer because she's been crying. Sparkles shine in her eyes from the tears. Her hair is messy. She notices I'm looking at her.
"I'm sorry I must look like a mess…" Bubbles takes her hair and flattens it down. I grab her hand.
"You look beautiful…"
Bubble's POV:
When Boomer grabs my hand my heart stops. A strange fluttering feeling settles in my stomach.
"You look beautiful…" That word, beautiful, I've only heard it in stories. With all of my old suitors I've never been called beautiful. Here I am, a wreck, red puffy eyes, runny nose, messy hair, and Boomer calls me beautiful. I can't help it, I start crying on Boomer's shoulder.
"Boomer, I don't want to get married yet." I sob.
"I know. If I could I would do something about this." He wraps his arms around me and pulls me in closer. I cry until I drift off into a deep sleep.
Butch's POV:
"Yah!" The sound of a sword cutting into wood echoes through the courtyard, I lean against the side of the entrance to the stable. (I'll just wait for her out here for her.)
"Yah!" (Well, maybe I can go now.) I head toward the training area. My brothers and I decided we're gonna break the rules tonight. Meaning, we're gonna talk to the girls. Buttercup stands panting, back facing me.
"Stupid dad, stupid betrothal, stupid Scottish…" Buttercup mutters under her breath.
"Well, I guess a lot of things are stupid to you." I pop up behind her. Buttercup turns around in a flash and almost takes off my head, her eyes wild and red.
"Wow sunshine it's ok, it's just me." I put my hand on her sword and push it down.
"What are you doing here?" Buttercup yells at me. She throws down her sword and pins me up against a tree.
"Chill out sunshine I'm just coming to check on you." I manage to choke out.
"Stop calling me that! Or I'll..."
"You'll what." I swipe Buttercup's leg from underneath her. Pick her up and put her in a choke hold.
"Just leave me alone!" She screams and kicks me where the sun don't shine. (Trust me that does not feel good.) Buttercup picks up her sword from the ground, puts it in her sheath and starts to walk away. I get up shakily and run after her.
Buttercup's POV:
Once I take one step away from him, he tackles me.
"What is wrong with you?" I scream at Butch. He pins down my arms and both my legs. I try to head-but him but he's too far away.
"Just listen to me!" Butch commands his eyes glowing furiously. (Obviously he's just as much fed up with me as I am him.)
"Fine, just hurry up!"
"Listen, I feel the same way you do about this marriage thing. I don't want you and your sisters to get married to some Scottish scum-bag. If I was in the same situation as you I would probably be doing what you're doing, building up anger, blaming it on your Dad, and blowing up at random moments."I listen intently to his rant.
"So you explained the problem. What's the solution?"
"Don't shut everyone out. There are still some people you can trust."
"Like you?"
"Like your sisters and my brothers." He stares threateningly into my eyes. I feel if I try to resent he'll push even harder.
"Fine, I'll try…." I huff. "Now can you get off me? I'm getting a little winded here."
"Oh, sorry," Butch gets off me and helps me up. He starts to walk away.
"Wait," I call. Butch turns around. "Thank you." He simply nods his head and walks off. I have a feeling deep inside that something BIG is about to happen. Something no one would ever guess.