Moronities of a Victorian Lover

Chapter Three

I froze.

“What did you say?” Timothy asked dumbfounded.

Ezekiel started laughing and shook his head.

“Are you deaf, brother?” Ezekiel began. “Because with such big ears I find it rather difficult to –” BAM. Timothy’s fist connected with Ezekiel’s face.

“Timothy!” I screamed. “Leave him alone!”

Timothy grabbed Ezekiel’s vest.

“Listen, you bastard,” Timothy hissed. “You’ll go back from wherever is that you came, and you’ll stay there. You will stay away from her and from me, go be all rebellious somewhere else.”

Ezekiel spit on his face.

“You are not my father, and as far as I know you are not my wife. I wouldn’t marry such an ugly thing like you, that’s obvious.”

Timothy punched him again. Ezekiel’s lower lip started bleeding.

That’s when I summoned all my strength to do the most damsel-in-distress thing. I screamed.

In a blink of an eye, my mother was there with the maids and the men from the stable. In other circumstances I would have said that she was eavesdropping but not today, today I was glad she was doing whatever she was doing there.

“My lord! Are you alright? Are you hurt?” My mother asked desperately.

I was shocked. Can’t she see he’s the one hurting the other one?

He let go of Ezekiel.

“I’m good. I am not hurt.”

“But my lord, are you sure?”

“Yes, yes,” he smiled looking down at Ezekiel who was now on the ground.

“If this man hurt you –”

“For crying out loud! He punched this man in the face! Twice! And they’re brothers!” I yelled at my mother. I was truly going to pay for that.

I ran to where Ezekiel was and offered him a hand. He took it.

“Thank you, mi lady. You are really kind, and beautiful,” he smiled, a bloody smile.

“Ezekiel, you are bleeding,” I said attempting to touch his lips.

He grabbed my hand.

“Call me Zeke. And no, mi lady. It is really nothing. I don’t want you getting blood on your porcelain fingers,” he smiled.

He was so…not like his imbecile brother.

I smiled at him.

“Who are you, mi lady?”

“Ellie!” My mother yelled.

“That’s me,” I muttered. He chuckled. “I need a new name, one that’s not so –”

 “Step away from this, filthy man!” She grabbed my arm.

“Mother, he’s Timothy’s brother.”

“I know who he is, he’s a thief! A bastard! A –”

“Handsome young man that came to rescue your daughter from the devil? Aye! I thought so too!” Ezekiel cheered. “But do not worry. I will leave your territory for now. I have infuriated the beast, best known as Lord Timothy!”

I tried to hide my laugh with a cough. I failed miserably.

“She’s better with me than with any other man in this country. You are not honourable or gallant like me,” Timothy replied brushing the invisible dust on his shoulders.

“The honourable and gallant gentleman is a cowardly liar and I’m not willing to become that for anyone,” Ezekiel replied smoothly.

“Young man, get out of here now,” my mother commanded.

Ezekiel nodded and was going to start walking out of the gardens but stood in front of me.

“I will see you again Ellie, I promise I will,” he whispered.

“How?” I whispered back.

“I have my ways,” he smiled.

And with that he walked away from me.

After meeting Ezekiel in such a peculiar way, the day was utterly stupid. My mother repeatedly asking the arse, Timothy, if he was alright. Then, he left promising he was going to come back in three days. The proposal? It never happened because he said the day was ruined and it had to be a ‘perfect day without clouds in the sky’. Which is stupid because they weren’t any clouds on the sky today? I’m telling you, he is brainless.

I was now on my sleeping clothes, ready to go to bed when I heard something hit my balcony door. Tick. I was frozen for a minute but then nothing happened. I started preparing my bed when I heard it again. Tick.

I decided to be brave and verify what was causing such sounds.

Tick.

For crying out loud! What is that?

I went to the balcony. Nothing. Pure blackness.

“Well, I am most likely going mad,” I muttered to myself.

I was about to leave the balcony when something hit my forehead.

“Ow!” I hissed.

“Psst! Ellie, down here,” I heard someone whisper.

I looked down until I spotted a silhouette. It was a man.

He cleared his throat.

“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair, so that I may climb the golden stair,” he recited.

“Who are you?” I whispered.

“Ezekiel,” he whispered back. “I'm here to rescue you from reality.”

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Here it is guys! Its not much but I just finished it and wanted to post it for those who are supporting. This is my way of saying thank you to all of you! I hope you like it. I pinky promise the next chapter will be longer. xo