forced to fall

chapter three

all words/sentences in another language will be translated to english in italics.

i do not speak russian so if anything is improperly translated blame google, not me

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song rec: heal by tom odell

belle woke up to the sound of her door being opened and her light being turned on.

"good morning солнышка." a voice too cheerful for the time of day rang through the room. sunshine.

belle groaned in response. "déjà entendu parler de frapper? idiote." ever heard of knocking? idiot.

belle quickly got up and rushed over to where her cd player was still on and playing music, turning it off before safely storing it in its case.

"why did you turn it off?" viktor asked, puzzled by how fast she was moving.

"ma musique signifie quelque chose pour moi, je ne veux pas que tu gâches ça aussi." belle said, spinning around to give him a dirty glare. my music means something to me, i don't want you to ruin that too.

"are you seriously going to speak french to me? you know i can't understand it." viktor's voice was not as pleasant as it was when he first entered the room, he was angry she wouldn't speak to him.

"oui. c'est le but." yes. that's the point.

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belle began getting ready for the day.

she took her hair out of the braid and styled it in a low bun before doing her everyday makeup, her outfit consisted of black jeans and a soft pink skims bodysuit and some fuzzy socks with dogs on them.

belle exited the bathroom and saw that viktor wasn't in his room so she took the opportunity to turn the tv on, but she didn't end up watching anything because the remote and the television was in russian and she couldn't understand what anything said so she couldn't switch it from cable to a streaming service.

she was agitated. she messed up viktor's neatly made bed and pushed the papers that were sitting on his desk onto the floor.

belle decided that it would be a good idea to call her mother to try and calm down, so she went into her room and went to the shelf that she placed the landline on last night, but she found that it wasn't where she left it. belle stormed out of her room and walked around for a while trying to find the kitchen.

"SEAMUS!" she screamed out, hoping her friend was nearby and could come rescue her.

"bonjour, belle." a deep voice spoke from behind her. hello, belle.

"oh bonjour mikhail, pouvez-vous m'aider? je suis un peu perdu" she spoke, facing mikhail. oh hello mikhail, can you help me? i am a bit lost.

"suis-moi." follow me.

belle tried her hardest to memorize how to get into the kitchen so she could go on her own in the future.

once she was in the kitchen she observed all of the staff in the room. it was like controlled chaos, each one of them doing different things while also working together.

"voulez-vous que je demande au chef de vous préparer quelque chose?" mikhail asked. would you like me to ask the chef to make you something?

"oh mikhail you don't need to speak french to me...unless viktor is around." belle says softly. "and i would just like some yogurt, if there are berries and granola available that would also be nice."