Coming For The Crown

Fifteen

I am running for a window- we are going to jump. I know it sounds crazy, but that is the only point we have. Well other than making a scene, which I don't think I parent would be fond of. I stop and look at Elliot.  He is looking at me, trying to figure out what I'm thinking. I smile, while taking deep breaths. "We are going to jump." I say pointing to the window not too far from us. He looks at me like I have just lost my mind. 

He starts to put his hands up; he shakes his head. He is looking at me trying to figure out if I am joking or not. I look at him with a very solemn look. He smiles, then nods his head to the right. He turns around, "Have you lost it?" He turns back around sharply and looks at me. I shake my head, "No. This is the only way we have to escape without causing a scene or something not needed for. Now," I start to walk to the window, "I am going to jump and run. You can join or be left and be yelled at. It's up to you." I left the window up; I look back to see him looking back and forth. 

I know he probable thinking about Amara. Right now, we just need to get away from this.  I walk over to him, I put my hand on his shoulder. "We are just going around the castle, to other open window. We are climbing in there." I say to him with a smile, he is looking at me. He nods his head; I turn around and head back to the window. I pick my dress up, put one leg out, then the other, lastly climb down. Just like that I'm out, on the ground. We are supposed to be protected at this place, yet you can get in and escape easily. Elliot is right down after me. 

We walk close to the castle, sometimes we are even on the castle. I am looking for an open window or a door, perfidy a door. The spring nights wind is cold, and in the dress, I'm wearing it makes me feel every breeze, every strong gush of wind, every. "There." I hear Elliot say, I turn around to see him pointing to a door. It's not too high up, if anything only a floor up. I nod my head and get ready to climb up. "How about me first, so I do not see what I am not supposed to. Then I will pull you up." Elliot says while looking away. It makes more sense than my idea. "Okay, go ahead." I move forward, so he can. He moves forward then jumps; he grabs the fence on the end of the balcony that the door is on. He moves his way up, then over the fence. He turns around and holds out his hands. I jump and grab them; he pulls me up after a second. 

I get other the fence, and we get our breathes. I look up to see we are at a bedroom; the walls mean it is a royal room. I walk up the door, I look in to see Annette laying on her stomach reading a book. I look closer at the door- it's the book I gave her, it's called 'Where the witches go'. I loved the book when I was her age, so I gave her it as a present her last birthday. I knock on the door; she looks up and smiles at me. 

I watch her get off her bed before turning around and use my hand to tell Elliot to come over here. I look forward and see her at the door, Elliot is walking over still. She opens the door; I walk in then Elliot. "Thank you, Anne." I say while giving her a hug, she hugs back. After a few we separate, I put my hand on her check. "I thought you had to ball to be at." She states, I nod my head. I let out a sad chuckle, "Well, Harvey was kissing someone else; then I left, and Elliot walked with me to make sure I was okay." I knew she knows that's not the truth, but she just nods her head. 

She looks behind me, she is looking at Elliot. I look back to see all the blood that is on his face, and how bad it really is. This is why she nodded her head; she knows it's a lie but to keep us out of trouble she is going to say our cover story. Gods, I have the best siblings. "I am taking him to my room to clean him, please don't mention this." I say to Anne and grab Elliot's arm. She nods her head, and with that I start to walk down him to my room. 

We get to my room; I open the door. Thankful, no one was here. I bring Elliot to the bathroom, I put him in the middle of the bathroom. "Stay." I put my hands up as to say stop. I go into my closet, I grab a cloth, Jonah's shirt - I stole it. I walk back out to see him looking down at the ground playing with his feet. I giggle at the sight; he looks up and does his cheesy smile. I go over to the tub and set the shirt down, I then go over to the sink and get the cloth wet. 

I look in the mirror to see him standing behind of me, he looks like a little puppy. I turn off the sink, then I turn around to face him. He bends his head down a little for me, sadly I am little, shorter than I like. I start to dap the cloth of the dry blood on his face, then on his lips. 

After I am done, I put the cloth in the sink. He is looking at me with sadness, "What?" I ask him while putting my hands on his non-bruised check. He puts his hand on mine, he takes my other hand with his and holds in up. He uses his eyes to point to my bright red knuckles. "He punched me first." I sound like a little kid that got in a fight with their siblings. He shakes his head, "Eleanor... He cheated on you. He will a kid in a few months, what he did it's just red knuckles. It's blood that should be on your hands, and that blood should be his." Elliot says while looking dead in my eyes. I smile at him, he's right. I shouldn't have just red knuckles. I should have red knuckles and has my favorite color... blood red on them. 

I look into his eyes to see something, a fire. a smirk forms on my face, "What do you have planned?"