Hurt (Book One of the Fabled series)

Chapter 3: A Pain in the Butt

Sorry for the late update. My Internet has been jacked up recently.

I think in the next chapter we may see a little of our mystery boy, Ash. :) That is, if I can get over a little spiff of writer's block that seems to be headed my way.

I got some tricks up my sleeves though.

Next chapter~ Promise~ 7+ pages.

 A little late Christmas present from me to you. :P (Yes I know it's been exactly a month since Christmas)

Love you all~

Olivia

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Chapter 3: A Pain in the Butt

Mila stood frozen on the gravel driveway in her skinny little dress, and her neck-breaking heels. No amount of prodding in the side by her Uncle could move her an inch. Over one-hundred pairs of luminescent eyes that differed in color from green to black stared at her eagerly, drinking her in. Studying her. She saw quite a few kids from school, and their mouths were set in a hard line, but everyone else was gaping.

Maybe they were shocked at the length of these heels. One could only hope one person would take pity on her, and not command her to wear them for the rest of the night.

“Come on!” Her Uncle snarled in her ear, jerking Mila out of her frozen state.

She turned with wide eyes to her Uncle. Then to her Aunt, who merely glanced at her with a look of displeasure on her face. She made brief eye contact with Emily, who glared openly at her. Mila shuddered.

Her Uncle stepped forward to clasp her Aunt’s arm, and holding his other to Emily, leaving Mila to follow as they flounced up the marble and ivy steps to the open oak doors of the mansion. Mila kept her eyes to the ground, more to watch the way she walked than to be afraid of the open stares and glares.

She stepped up the hard entryway with little clicks of her heels on each small step she took. She entered the mansion through the shadow of the hard doors that signaled her prison for the rest of the weekend. So much for her escape plan. Mila finally raised her head when she nearly ran into a waiter, who quickly apologized and looked at her with wide eyes when she reached down to pick up a plastic cup he had dropped. She blushed when she realized he was looking at her back.

Great.

Let’s begin a list. Mila thought to herself with a huff of breath.

She rolled her eyes openly and stood proudly.

She was used to the stares. At school. At the grocery store. At the mall. At the mansion. At home. Now. She had even caught Abby gaping at them a few times. Although the glares of many eyes burned into the back of her head as she set the glass down carefully on the open-mouthed waiter’s outstretched tray, she raised her head high, lifted her chin, and followed her family down the marble hall to the banquet party. Even without the click of her heels on the floor drawing some attention, the stares would have remained. She knew exactly why she was here. She was on display.

However uncomfortable she was, she had to get through this. There was no hope for escape. She’d be stuck this way for the rest of her life. Shown off at various parties now and again. She hoped she never had children, even if she could. She didn’t want the chance for them to experience this, or to join in with the giggles and laughter. It was humiliating, but she was determined. And if she was stuck in this position, then maybe she should get to know a few people from the pack. She raised her chin higher and stared straight ahead.