Rebecca Ch 17

Au Note: So, you all are wondering why I didn't post yesterday, right? Three reason, ready? One, I was doing that I told you about and that day was Amity, which is kindness and friendliness, and nonviolence. This chapter didn't seem kind, or friendly for you all and it has violence in it. Two, I had a ton of homework that was due the day before that I still had to do. Btw, I still two days late because I turned it in five minutes after the bell rung, not right after it. Honesty, WHO GIVES A CRAP?! IT WAS FIVE MINUTES! Three, the Report that Rebecca announces to the world is on a Friday, which is tomorrow, which is the day that I'm putting that certain chapter up. Actually, the Report is on December 6, 2314, three hundred and one years from when I'm going to write it tomorrow. For some reason I always knew it was going to be on that date, I guess I know why now.

Also, I was not cut out for Amity, I can't be nice to people who hit themselves in the face with a ruler. I mean, you're a sophomore, please, use your brain. Thank you .

Without further ado, Rebecca Ch 17, my dearies.

It snowed the day after the wedding. Since America had grown up in South Carolina she had never seen snow in her life. She was excited, and that day she was the one to wake me up. She was as happy as a little kid on Christmas Day. She quickly told me to put on warm clothes and meet her outside. She even did a happy dance on the way.

We rolled around in it, made snowman and snowangels, had a snowball fight, and anything else we could think of. She was so happy. The snow contrasted with her hair and her eyes shone bright. I was happy to be recording it all for Maxon so he could watch it later on, again and again. The snow fell silently around us in soft drifts that covered the bushes that once held roses and tulips. It was beautiful and cold and majestic as it took over the land, bathing it in it's softness luring the ground and anything in it to sleep.

"I think we chould go inside before we freeze to death," I said, looking at America, who was already shivering, but having too much fun to admit it.

"Your probably right. Let's go watch the fire in my room. We can invite all the girls and roast marshmallows over it!"

We never made it that far. As we went inside we started taking off gloves and scarfs and hats and anything else we had put on to keep us warm. We laughed and talked, until we rounded the corner and bumped straight into the king, who was walking very quickly through the halls.

"Goodness, sorry," America said, trying to back away from him.

"Ah, Lady America, just the person I wanted to see," his voice ws stern, scary, and he looked at her like she was dirty laundry.

"Oh, why is that sir?" America said evenly. If you didn't know her, you wouldn't be able to see the fear in her eyes. She had a straight face that could hide anything and her voice was perfectly even, like she was talking to just another politician and not someone she knew abused his own son.

"I was hoping to talk to you," then he turned to me, "Alone?"

"Rebecca, go to my room. Tell the girls they are dismissed for the day. Don't leave though." It was the first orders she had ever given me and I was going to follow them.

"I won't. I won't leave your room. I'll take your stuff if you want me to." She handed them to me without taking her gaze off of the king.

I ran to her room once I was out of sight. Panting I told the guard outside her room to go get Sam and to tell him to bring a tablet to America's room. I didn't have to worry about America's syblings. After the wedding, America had told them that they weren't allowed to visit her room without sending a guard to ask for permission first. It was part of the protocol that Silvia had taught them. They had agreed, as well as her parents, not to come before asking. Anything to help her win.

"Rebecca, what is going on?" Sam asked, coming into the room.

"Move the footage to the West Hall."

"What?"

"Just do it," he did, "Okay now go back until just after I left and turn up the volume."

The king's voice echoed from the small transparent tablet, another of Sam's inventions, around the room, "I heard an interesting story today, Lady America. Would you like to hear it?"

"Yes," she couldn't exactly say no now could she?

"There once was a prince who lived in a castle. From there he let thirty five girls into his beloved home. One of them happened to be a girl with red locks who deceived him into believing she loved and that he loved her back. Fooled by her mediocre looks and charming innocence he made a promise to her. That promise turned into a bigger one that led to a secret, unofficial wedding that took place in the palace the prince loved. The girl with red locks had sealed her trap and it had been successful. It was marked with an old heirloom that had been passed down through his mother's side of the family. Would you like to hear the rest of the story, Lady America? I promise you, even though it seems to have a horrible ending now it will get better."

"Of course, Your Majesty."

He grabbed her by the arm and yanked towards a door that We had never explored, mostly because it was locked. ON the map of the palace, it said that it was just a storage room, but when he went in there weren't brooms and mops. Whips hung from the walls, handcuffs attached to a block in the middle of the room, and blood on the floor. This was where the king abused Prince Maxon.

America started gagging, realizing that that was Maxon's blood that stained the hard, cold stone floor.

The king looked like he was about to close the door, then we would loose them, "Sam, can't we follow them somehow?"

"Rebecca, I don't think you want to see that."

"We have to videotape it. We have to catch him in the act. I don't care how painful it is to watch."

Sam tapped twice on the tablet and the camera seemed to start to move toward the door, it entered the room, just the door shut and settled on the roof.

"The ending of the story is that the princes father saw through her façade. And he made sure she was punished for her crime. Take off your coat. Put your hands in the shackles." She did as she was told and he slammed the shackles down on her wrists, effieciently giving her pain and making sure she didn't escape, "Now, I want you to count how many whiplashes give you. If you stop counting or lose count we will start again."

Then, he took a whip from the wall, and warning, brought it down on her back with a loud SMACK! "One." SMACK! "Two." SMACK! "Ten." SMACK! "fifteen." SMACK! "Twenty five." She heaved and cried and sobbed and shouted at him and shouted for Maxon and shouted for her father, mother, her syblings, her guards, her maids, me, and Sam.

I will never get her voice out of my head, by the time she had gotten to me she had lost so much blood she was hallucinating. She kept telling us to run or this would happen to us too. She was so out of it.

The king stopped at thirty and left her to die in that room. She couldn't get up, he didn't even bother to lock the door.

But Little Lucy and Celeste's old maid that I had stepped in front of were hiding behind corner. They had heard the screams and got her up off the floor and took her to the infirmary. She refused to tell anyone what had happened even though I pleaded with her to tell me. She never budged, it was either tell and lose Maxon or keep getting beat and not lose him. She told everyone not to tell Maxon. America had never ordered us to do anything, so we kept out mouths shut about it.

Even though the doctor told her not to, she left the infirmary that afternoon to not raise suspicion. IF Maxon could suffer through it, so could she.