The Urban Princesses: Aurora

Chapter 7

Margaret's POV

She has been crying for ten minutes.

I should probably strike now, while she is weak, but I'll let her let it out.

She finally starts to calm down and looks in her mirror, wiping her wet cheeks.

"Audrey," I whisper.

She looks around, then her gaze meets mine. "W-Who are you? How do you know my name?"

I step out from behind the shadows. "My name is Maggie. I know what you're going through. I can help."

She stands up. "You're a stranger. You don't know what I'm going through. I don't know you."

"I'm friends with your dad. He asked me to come check on you." I said in a tender voice.

She looked confused and scared for a moment, then stopped being tense. "What if he wants me to stay? What if I don't want to stay?"

"I have something that might make the pain stop."

She tilted her head. "What's that?"

I pulled out a pill bottle from behind my back.

She shook her head. "I'm not doing drugs. Mr. Cachionne has taught me enough to know not to do drugs."

I waved her concerns away. "People deal with things in different ways. Sometimes you have to take a pill to help you find different ways to deal with things." I extended my arm to her. I could tell she wanted to take the bottle, and I hope she didn't change her mind.

These pills were specially designed to kill her and not leave a trace in her body, so nothing would come back to me. All she needed was one pill and ten minutes, then she would be dead and I would be avenged.

She still wasn't taking them.

"They helped me. All I needed was one. They aren't addictive and now I'm extremely healthy. Just one." I gave her my best smile.

Her fingers extended and took the bottle. Fear immediately washed onto her face. "What if-"

"Just swallow it, no what ifs." I started to snap.

With shaky hands, she took one out and swallowed it.

"Now, get some rest, my child."

***

Phillip's POV

The Opal Acres sign made my heart jump.

This was it. I was getting her name whether she liked it or not.

Ok, so maybe I should've thought through where she lived. There weren't many houses in Opal Acres, but I wasn't going to knock on every door to find her.

I talked to a nice woman named Mrs. Dowd who pointed me in the right direction.

Her house was quaint. She was probably an only child because the house was silent. Too silent. Were they even home?

I knocked on the door, and immediately got an answer.

"Come in." It was a deep male voice. Her dad maybe. I guess I didn't think that through either. What should I say? "Hi, I'm in love with your daughter."? "I'm a friend of your daughter." That's better.

The door creaked open under my hand. The house was dark. I stepped inside and tried to find a light. This was creepy. I should go-

Suddenly, I felt a cold hand clamp over my mouth and a sharp pain shot up my temple.

And everything went black.

***

"You didn't kill him, did you?"

"No, he is still breathing."

"Good. I need him alive. Horace won't pay for a dead son."

My eyes opened slowly and I found myself in a cell. Two people were on the outside of the cell, a man and a woman.

The woman had brown hair braided over her shoulder with a sharp, angular face and defined jawbones with a pointed chin. Her eyes were thin and cold, the color of steel. Her thin lips were pressed into a hard line, making her look very intimidating.

The man had raven black hair swept to the side, a square jaw and a nose like a bird's beak. His big brown eyes looked fearful as they turned to look at me.

"Miss, he is awake."

The woman turned her steely eyes to me and her lips turned up into a sickly smirk. "Good evening, sleepy head."

"Where am I? Who are you?" I tried to keep the fear from my voice.

"Looking for Audrey I presume?"

Audrey was her name. Audrey was Steven's daughter. "Is she here?"

"Unfortunately for you, no. But fortunately for me, they should be planning her funeral just about now."

I lunged from the creaky bed I was laying on and gripped the cold cell bars. "What did you do?" I said through gritted teeth.

She took a step back and laughed evilly. "Calm yourself, child, your rich daddy should be bailing you out soon."

They started to walk out and I kicked the metal bars before sliding onto the floor, my head in my hands.

What was happening? Why was I here? Who were they? Was Audrey really dead? Why was she dead? Did that women kill her? Would I ever live to find out?

So many questions swirled through my head they were giving me a headache.

I searched myself for my phone. Of course they took it, and probably the keys to the helicopter too. Dad was going to kill me, if they didn't get to it first.

I sat there for ten minutes, twenty minutes. Where was my dad? Was he trying to look for me? What had I gotten myself into?

More importantly, how had I not realized Audrey was Audrey? I had vague memories of her when I was little, but I could never forget those violet eyes. I had never seen anything like them. Like an aura of a ghost, lavender and soft, mysterious and enigmatic. They were beautiful.

The man came back to give me some water which I chugged down furiously. Who knows how long I've been out.

"Phillip." I heard someone whisper. It was a woman's voice, not the woman who had taken me, but a familiar voice I couldn't quite place. "Phillip," I heard again. It was coming from above me.

I looked up and saw a short woman with pristine grey hair pulled into a bun standing next to a plump woman with wavy black hair, holding nunchucks and wearing a police officer's belt, tazers and all.

I knew these two as my old bodyguards Florence and Mary.