Lighting Up Your Heart

Scheme Failure

-Mother's POV-
      As I sat in my room on my bed, reminiscing about the day (Y/N) child was born, their first steps, first words... it feels like only yesterday they were in my arms. But now they've grown to be a bratty good for nothing child who bitches about everything. And now they had the audacity to stay out late and possibly fuck random older men.
       I sighed, wishing (Y/N) could be like Sydney, who never got in trouble. She was the child that everyone in town wanted, while (Y/N) was a trouble maker and disobedient. She was the reason her father left with her rowdy behavior and recklessness.
    A servant entered my room and offered me a cup of tea. I gladly took it and slowly sipped it. "What type of tea is this?" I asked, hoping that it would take the anger off of my mind. "It's Chamomile, Mrs."
     I thanked her and continued to sip the hot tea. As time passed, I began to feel more and more tired and my eyes felt heavier. "I'm going to go to sleep now if that's okay with you." I said as I yawned. The servant nodded and left my room, giving me time to get comfortable.
As I finished up, I climbed into bed and closed my eyes, falling into a peaceful sleep.
-(Y/N)'s POV-
I stood by my mother's room, slipping her servant some money for helping me. I had asked if she would put some sleeping pills into my mother's tea. She refused at first, saying that she wasn't going to harm her, but when I bribed her, she accepted it in a heartbeat.
Now all I had to do was wait until she fell asleep. "I believe she's asleep now, ma'am." Amanda, one of my mother's servants, said as she closed the bedroom door. "Thank you, I appreciate it Amanda," I said as I gave her a warm smile.
    I slipped back to my room and put on my shoes and grabbed a warm jacket and purse. I carefully walked down the stairs, being extra careful to avoid the squeaky floor boards.
When I reached the bottom, I quietly walked through the living room towards the front door. As I reached out to grab the doorknob, I heard a whispered voice behind me.
"You get to leave without permission? Lucky. I wish I could leave the house without permission. I'm gonna go ask your mom if I can join you." It was Annie. Ugh. It was the one person I really didn't want to catch me sneaking out. "I-um, okay. Just remember to change into a warmer outfit, it's cold out," I whispered, trying to not let fear of getting caught show on my face. "I'll meet you outside, okay?" Annie looked over her shoulder as she walked away. "Okay. I won't take long." She hurried up the stairs, not caring for the squeaky floor boards.
I let out a sigh of relief as I heard her steps getting quieter and quieter. I quickly opened the door and stepped out into the chilly night air, shivering a little as the wind blew my hair into my face.
I looked around, making sure that no one was around. When I was sure that we were alone, I began to make my way down the quiet street.
It was a beautiful night, with a full moon shining down, casting its silvery light over everything.
      As I walked, I noticed that the streets weren't as full as they were this morning. Stores were closed and house lights were off. The darkness of the night swallowed up dirty alleyways and dimly lit sidewalks.
      I stopped for a second to look behind me. Nothing was there. It felt like I was being watched.
As I continued walking, I felt a slight tug on my purse and whipped my head around. It was that Irish boy I had met last night.
  We stared at each other for a few more awkward moments before I spoke.
"Oh, it's you. If I remember correctly, your name was Stone, right?"
    He stared at me for a little longer before running off. As I watched him run, I noticed something shiny in his hand. When I looked down at my wrist, my golden bracelet was gone.
      I ran after him and called out, but he disappeared into the shadows of the alleyways. "Hey, wait! You took my bracelet!" I shouted, feeling angry and betrayed. I should have known better than to trust a street rat while wearing such expensive jewelry.
    However, as I continued to run, I grew more and more tired. I decided that chasing him wasn't worth the effort. Besides, the bracelet was a gift from my dead beat of a father, so it probably wasn't the best quality anyways.
      I turned around and walked back through the dimly lit alleyways back to where I came.
     When I returned home, I carefully opened the front door, quietly closed it behind me, snuck back upstairs, changed, and went to bed.
    When I woke up the next morning, my mother was screaming at the servants because apparently they put 'too much milk in her coffee'. I silently walked passed my mom and to the living room.
Mother was still screaming at the servants, her face bright red. I sat on the couch and waited for her to finish her tirade.
Finally, she paused and looked at me. "What are you doing up so early?" she demanded.
"I just got up," I said innocently. "Did you sleep well?"
"No, I did not," she snapped. "These useless servants ruined my coffee again. They never get it right."
I forced myself to look sympathetic. "I'm sorry to hear that, Mother. Can I do anything to cheer you up?"
She snorted. "No, I don't think so. Just stay out of my way."
I nodded and went to my room, relieved that she hadn't suspected anything. As I closed the door behind me, I let out a sigh of relief.
I had succeeded in sneaking out and making it back home without being detected. It was a risky move, and I wasn't sure if I could pull it off again. But for now, I felt a sense of accomplishment and a thrill from the adventure.
I lay on my bed and stared up at the ceiling, grateful for the small victory. My mother's yelling faded into the background as I daydreamed of a world where my mother wasn't as wicked as she was.
After a while, I heard knocking at my door. "Come in," I said, sitting up. Amanda timidly walked through the door, holding an envelope with a red wax seal on the front. "It's for you." She said as she handed me the envelope.