Destiny

Chapter 11

It was a few days after Rosie's death and I felt like the mourning was now over. No one really talked about the incident but I could tell that Beatrice was thinking about it when she lay awake at night.
One morning, I went out into the living room and saw Byron sitting on the floor.
"Hi Byron," I said sitting on a couch. He just waved back.
"I think we should really be on our way," I said. "We were here way to long and I think Daniel just wants to be alone. And to be honest, he's not the best host."
"Destiny!" He screamed and I backed away. "Daniel is a wonderful host! The only reason he isn't in "full spirit" is because his girlfriend literally just died! And anyway, I discussed it with Daniel that we will be staying here permanently!"
I was shocked. I thought for sure we were gonna leave this place. I thought it would be temporary, but It wasn't.
I squeezed my hands. I was extremely angry. "I am not gonna stay here!!" I shrieked. I turned around and saw Daniel and Beatrice walk into the living room.
"What's going on?" Daniel asked in a tired voice.
"Destiny here says she doesn't want to stay here permanently. She also says you're not a very nice host. She's just an uptight little freak!" As he said these words, my heart started to melt. Now we'll never have a relationship.
Because of the anger that was fuming inside of me, I punched Byron right in the face. "Shit!" Byron screamed. "Shit, Destiny!" Byron grabbed his nose. I got a peak and saw that his nose was bleeding.
Daniel and Beatrice just stood their in silence. I felt tears coming and I instantly rushed into my room. When I got there, I jumped on the bed and bawled and bawled and bawled. "I want my family back!" I whispered. "I don't want to be arrested or on this stupid escape mission, I just want to go home!"
About an hour later, Beatrice came into my room and patted my back. I thought she was gonna say something but she didn't. We just sat there in silence. By now, my bed was soaked with tears. I wondered if Byron would ever forgive me or if I would forgive him.
I wanted to run away. I wanted to run away so badly. I could just be all myself and it would be that simple. It's been about 8 days since Byron got me out of that jail. I wondered if the kingdom was searching for me.
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That night, I took dinner to my room. It was chicken and parsley-pasta soup. I knew I wouldn't have much food if I ran away, so I decided to stock up.
Later, when everyone was asleep I went to the kitchen and grabbed 5 bottles of water, 2 loaves of bread, 3 cans of soup, and 2 blocks of cheese.
I went back in my room, hoping not to wake Beatrice. I checked the clock in my room. It was almost one in the morning. I packed my suitcase with 3 bras, 4 pairs of underwear, 3 shirts, 2 pairs of pants, and 3 pairs of socks. I had on a jacket
I slowly crept out of my room and the house. I remembered that I haven't been outside since the funeral. I got to get outside more often. The freezing cold wind made me shiver and I rubbed my arms for warmth.
"I'm sorry everyone. It's time to follow my own path," I said as I walked away from the brick house that I stayed at for the last 3 days.