She

28| My little butterfly

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'One day, a knight in shining armour may find my daughter, and offer to save her from her life, her problems, her troubles.
In that situation, I hope that I have raised such an independent young woman, that she smiles coolly and tells him,
"No thank you, i've very much got this."
Then puts on her armour and rides off into the sunset alone,
To save herself.' -Nikita Gill

I flipped through the fragile pages of an entirely new world.
Words placed together in the form of a sentence, creating deep thoughts and feelings; letting my mind wander to the different meanings behind each word.

I hope she's strong when she's older.

I felt a harsh kick against my hand and smiled,
"Aren't you a little feisty one?" I mumbled, smiling down at my big belly which kept a little human inside.

The wind blew in through the windows which I sat beside, on the window ledge, looking over his lands.
Carlos was incredibly wealthy, with his reputation, no one would ever dare step foot on this land.

Acres of gardens surrounded the castle with guards on full-time duty. I wonder if they ever miss their family. Getting kidnapped by my soon-to-be husband, and placed on duty in order to keep their family alive.

Disobey the master, lose your bloodline.

Carlos kept me safe by locking me up in these castle grounds all day.
He mentioned that once we wed, I will be allowed to step outside the castle's land, accompany him in his duties; i'm not so fond of that idea.
I'd much rather spend my days with my little baby girl.

I hum a little tune I created, gaining Lilith's attention as I feel her shifting a lot. "You're not making life easier by sitting on my bladder, little butterfly," I sigh, setting my book aside and slowly getting off of the ledge. My bare feet hitting the cold, stone floors.

I prayed and hoped the night of her birth, gazing off into the stars that I was able to catch sight of through the window of the medical wing.

Carlos wasn't here, he never was.
He was either out for business or on the other side of the castle which he knew I couldn't get to as it was a struggle for me to move around these last few weeks of the pregnancy.

The nurse had just informed me that my husband-to-be had requested for there to be no drugs involved, meaning i'd have to suffer through the pain naturally.

I screamed endlessly that night, bursting my throat, the haunting weeps engraving into the castle walls.

I had never endured so much pain, yet all I could think about was Carlos. The old fucking bastard that was probably sat in his office, planning how to transfer his next drug cartel over to fuck knows where.

I was young.
Too young.
Too young to have been forced into marriage, forced into a pregnancy against my own will.

That night it snapped in me.
The night I saw my little butterfly was the night I had began plotting my revenge.
I was going to kill Carlos.

I held the delicate little baby against me, my cheeks stained red from my tears and my voice too weak to utter a word.
Yet it wasn't necessary.
All that was important was my little baby who was resting against my bare chest, my arms holding her close as she lay quietly, sleeping.

The nurse had left us be and I soon found myself drowsing off as well.

That was until he came in.
His greedy eyes landing on my baby and I almost choked out a sob.