The Other King

The Other King- Silence Is Not Always Golden

The sound of someone’s soft snoring was what I had woken up too. I felt the soft warm material under me. This not where I fell asleep, I had fallen asleep on the cold, hard, rock surface of my new room. By my side was a snoring Peter.

He had his mouth slightly open where his snores came out. His hand was draped over my stomach and held me close to his side. I stared up at the ceiling, this is the most horrible nightmares I ever had. This should be all a dream, I will soon wake up and begin my real life. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping that once I open them again I’ll be in my own room alone.

I opened my eyes to see the same ceiling, and the same horrible man sleeping next to me. Rubbing my eyes I sat up in the bed. My eyes stung from my touch, all the crying yesterday really did take a toll. I grabbed his arm hard and got it away from me. He made a grunting noise and slowly opened his eyes.

I got up and walked towards the door. I cannot be with him. I’ll protect my father and Jane somehow, I just need to get out of his evil grasp. I can't just sit here and take his abuse, I will not be

such a weak person.

A firm grip grabbed my elbow. I winced as Peter grabbed me in the same place he had left a bruise last night.

“Where are you going?”

“I am leaving. The deal is off. Now please, let me go you are hurtingme.” I told him, my voice strong and confident.

I could not show him how scared, how weak I felt inside. “I told you, you cannot leave me. You’re now mine, we made a deal. Now come with me to breakfast.” His grip tightened around my

arm.

“No! Now please just let me go.” I saw anger in his eyes once again. He raised his hand. I winced as I waited for the impact of his slap on my face. His hand mildly made contact with my face. I winced as he slapped me where the bruise on my face was.

“Stop cowering! Now you will obey me! I do not wish to keep harming you, but if you continue to disobey I will.”

He threw me on to the bed and left the room, slamming the door. I stayed on the bed listening to his angry footsteps disappear. Hearing the echo of the door closing from the bottom of he staircase, I got up. I took a look around the room.

Rage soon rose inside me. Here I am stuck, stuck in this small room for who knows how long. I let my screams leave my throat where they have been cooped up. High piercing noise filled the empty room, tears went along with the noise. I grabbed a purple plush pillow from the bed and clawed my nails in to the silk material. I tugged the string tassels off each corner of the pillow. Screams continued to fill the room. Words soon formed inside the scream, three words were formed in

the scream “I hate you!”. I soon got tired of the destroying the one pillow and reached out and grabbed the soft blanket on the bed. I put on the ground and stomped all over it screaming. The vase from the night stand was soon chucked at the wall, making it shatter in to a million pieces. I took a deep breath and let out another ear piercing scream. I slumped down on to the blanket full of broken clay. The small, sharp pieces of clay scratched and poked through my skin. I put my head down and faced my new life. I thought I knew what I was getting myself in to, but I never thought it would be this physically and emotionally painful.

The door opened behind me and I picked up my head wiping away the tears flowing freely down my face. Straight ahead of me was the window. The amazing view stared back at me. It’s beautiful but out there lay bears and wolves. Looks can always be so deceiving, just like the palace. As a child I looked upon the castle with amazment at its size, its beauty. Not knowing the beautiful palace only held pain, anger and horror.