Caged Away- Can relations be that twisted?

Caged Away

I was a careless child.

I'm still very careless. I had to rummage through every nook and cranny of my house just to find my pen sitting on the kitchen counter. But enough of my pen.

I was very careless as a child. And I was a lonely one too. My mother dear was the CEO of an internationally famous biscuit factory and because of her position, it meant that I would see her very less throughout the day. I only had the butler, Mr. Hoggins as company.

Mr. Hoggins was a fairly young man, 35 years old and he would keep me company. But still, I was quite lonely despite Mr. Hoggins being my only friend. Might I mention that I was home schooled. So, no school life, and definitely no friends, considering that I was stuck in a big mansion that I called my home.

Until one day, Mr. Hoggins brought a box to my room. He said that mother told him to give it to me. He gave me a tiny little bow and I nodded my head politely in dismissal as I watched his tall, stalky figure disappear with every graceful stride he took. He was beautiful to watch. He was so pale with his long eyelashes and it was very clear he took great care of himself. He was quick witted and he had an eye for fashion. He'd pick my gowns for the product launches that my mother rarely took me to.

I eyed the box. It wasn't wrapped. It just made some noise. I observed the little holes on the top of the box. I wondered what they were for.

Mother hadn't given me a present for quite some time. And this time for my 13th birthday she was on a business trip. The best present mother has ever given me was a fancy dinner at a restaurant and she didn't show up until closing hours.

I licked my lips in anticipation and I rubbed my hands, trembling with excitement.

The box moved.

I jumped.

What was it? I wondered. Was it a dog? Or a cat?

I was wrong! It was a small white rabbit with lop ears, a button nose, pink mouth and glossy red eyes that slowly came out of the box. I was in awe.

I loved the rabbit to death. I played with her every single day. Her nose twitched from time to time. Her silky soft fur and her captivating red eyes that seemed to lure me to her every time we locked eyes. She was overall the most wonderful little bunny and she never made me bored.

Remember how I mentioned that I was careless earlier? Well, one day, before going to bed I had the habit of giving the bunny some cuddles and Mr. Hoggins would change her litter, grumbling. I would laugh whenever he'd do that. But today it was different. I insisted on playing with her more. And no matter how much Mr. Hoggins negotiated with me, I was adamant. I had to stay up no matter what.

Time flew by and by the time I knew it, the grandfather clock had struck 12. My eyes drooped and I reluctantly kept the rabbit in the cage and exited the backyard to my room.

The next day I woke up, to check on the bunny first thing in the morning. But she wasn't there. Mr. Hoggins looked upset and he averted his eyes from mine. The cage smelt bad, it was a stench that was so bad, my eyes teared up and my nose stung. The cage was sticky with red stuff oozing out. Then I got a better look at the cage, and I found my bunny, ripped and mangled, shredded so much her organs spilled out of her as her blood still trickled down.

"I'm sorry Eliza." I heard Mr. Hoggins sigh sadly. "The neighbourhood dogs got her."

My body shook violently as I choked out sobs. I didn't come out of my room until the next day.

I remembered the times we had.

I remembered how she cheered me when I was down.

I remembered how she was my only real friend.