Have you ever felt like a glitch? Like a misfit? Everything around you is normal but from the inside, it's a distinct story. Your vicious twisted self obstructs you from all mundane happiness. Every inhale-exhale of your breath stirs up chaos. Being...
She tensed up turning around instantly and flinched when the door slammed hard against the wall fearing that it might have budged a little off its hinges. When she looked at her father again his incensed glare made her rather anxious.
"Take care..." He paused to suck in a long breath to keep his temper under control, however, the eyes remained unaffected, affixed to the emotion.
"Take care of those wild ravenous hounds of yours who seem to devour their hunt down in the open lawn." His stern voice was so calm that even the thunders outside stopped clashing for the time being and didn't bother to break the calm.
"I believe you understand how much I value hard work and those filthy beasts seemed to vandalize my property and drool blood all over someone's hard work. I warned you about them, didn't I? and you seem to fail in taming them as you had professed." The lack of ambiance in the room shadowed most of Lucian Nightingale's face. The only light that fell on the edges of his figure was the one coming from the lamp on the wall of the corridor facing Lillian's room. He waited for her to look at him and say something but all he could hear was her silence.
As the window stayed open cold wind continued to invade. It irked her up as they constantly reminded her of what she saw moments before and her father's stinging cold words made her feel accountable. No matter how much she tried to deny the certainty in his words, she couldn't escape the truth. Howbeit, she had nothing to say in her or their defense.
"Your silence implies you agree to what I stated I suppose. Considering how reckless they could be I can't afford to let them continue being a part of our family. The more they mature the fiercer and uncontrollable they become Lillian...and the last thing I want is people talking about Nightingales fostering dangerous creatures which might lead to another...." He paused realizing what words might come next as he clenched his teeth hard to prevent it. Just a thought of it jumbled his feelings mixing hurt, regret, and anger, a feeling that he hates to feel the most. Before he could get overwhelmed he resumed.
"It's either you leave them in the woods, or I will ki...-"
"They are staying Father!" Lillian deadpanned interrupting him. Still lacking enough courage to look straight into his eyes without wavering, her eyes stayed fixed on the floor
"They certainly are not."
"Yes, they are." This time her head snapped up, her eyes glaring at him. Trying her best to hold her newfound courage together. "Mom and I, we both found them in the woods while we were on our search for mushrooms. I can't just let them.....get separated from me. It's like....abandoning a part of mom's memory. Moreover, mom cherished them too." Her voice remained tight even when tears seem to pool over her eyes and her insides were shaking.
Lucian felt displeased by how his daughter opposed him disrespecting his decision. It vexed him yet, amused him at the same time as it was very unlikely of Lillian to defy him.
He scoffed lowly.
"It sickens me to see how naive and overly driven by emotions my daughter can be."
Lillian's fists balled up tightly as the words sunk in. His words were like acid forced down her throat. She wanted to retort back but her voice seemed to be burned down. The thought of him having no heart for her, or for the things she cherished sickened her even more. Realizing how hopeless and unbearable this conversation was, a familiar sense of drepetomania consumed her. Silently, without bothering to even glance at her father or answer him she walked past him making her way toward the lawn.
"Remember this" Lucian spoke making her halt her steps.
"Having too much faith in foolish things and relying on sentiments will crush you in the worst way possible Lillian." She could sense the intense detest in his voice the words seem to slam hard at her hitching up her breath and making her eyes go wide with realization.
The thunders dashed outside fitfully bouncing off the walls loud enough to wipe the plunging silence but couldn't wipe that strange feeling that seemed to weigh Lillian down. Before the words could entirely seep in, her father spoke.
"Remember to wear a slicker and gumboots before stepping outside in the rain." He moved away from her door frame and shifted to face Lillian's back. Hearing such caring words shocked her a little. But that didn't change anything as his following sentence made her feel stupid to let the thought that her father could ever soften for her cross her mind.
"I don't want mud and water making our clean floors dirty." He spoke in a monotone. Feeling rage taking over her, Lillian swiftly turned around and stared at her father in dismay.
"What makes you hate your daughter so much?!!! " she blurted yelling it at him as stubborn tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Your corrupted blood." He answered looking cold and walked away before she could say anything.
Left her in shock and distress reminding her of her twisted reality and arousing some familiar pangs of conscience.
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Well well, Merry Christmas!!!!! folks. Thank you so much for reading this. I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter!! If you did don't forget to vote, comment and share. Love you all loads. Marian Stones~
