A grin appeared at the corner of my pink full lips. I latched onto the plated, petty key that was used to get out of the humble fortress. While sealing my eyelids, I ticked off the numbers in my private thoughts.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6....
Before it hit the final 5, Memories blew through my mind.
"Christa, You dumb b****!" My obnoxious step-king cursed. Crushing me against the nippy wall, feeling the darkened bruises from the previous account getting worse, worse enough for me to be more than hospitalized.
I breathed in a breath of cool winter air, glancing at the disturbance once more.
3, 2, 1
I threw the key into the crystal river, seeing the castle gusting flames and dark puffy smoke, that looked like clouds in a tornado. A grin reappeared on my pale face, dreaming of what's happening inside, disbelieving that I just killed my step-king, the agitating maids, knights, bishops and the other worthless people in there too.
While picking up my elegant gown, I escaped till I was far away from Rideau Hall, Ontario, or at least some country who borders it. The U.S..I think??
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That is my 2nd story! I plan to write every week...at the most!
I hope you like it...at LEAST like my prologue.
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