❝𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲?❞
❝𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 had a few, perhaps a little or more than a palm of qualms in his life. First up was the whole "The Boy-Who-Lived" shenanigans, then there was an ungodly am...
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XXI. THE SUPPOSED SAVIOUR WHO FAILED HIS DAUGHTER
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"I was a kid but I wasn't clueless
(Someone who loves you wouldn't do this)"
THE BOOMING SOUND OF THUNDER was not what little Marjorie wished to wake up to in the middle of a very stormy night, but that was the reality.
She couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear deep within her small chest. The loud noise echoed through the grounds of the estate, causing her tiny body to tremble beneath the safety of her covers. At just five years old, she was still discovering the world and learning to navigate her emotions.
She clutched her favorite stuffed toy tightly, seeking comfort and reassurance in its familiar presence. The room felt vast and unfamiliar in the darkness, the shadows dancing menacingly on the walls. Marjorie tried her best to be brave, just as she had seen her older brother do in times of uncertainty, but she couldn't deny the slight quiver in her voice as she spoke to herself.
"I'm not scared," she whispered, her small voice carrying a hint of determination. "I'm a big girl now, and big girls aren't afraid of thunder." But even as she said the words, the rumble of thunder outside sent a shiver down her spine, reminding her of her vulnerability.
Marjorie's first instinct was to call out for her mother, seeking solace in her comforting presence. She knew her mother was in the manor, just down the hallway, and that thought provided her with a glimmer of reassurance.
"Mummy?" she called out tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you there?" Her small voice trembled, hoping for the familiar sound of her mother's voice to calm her troubled mind.
A moment of silence hung in the air, broken only by another deafening clap of thunder. Little Marjorie felt her heart sink, and a lump formed in her throat. The storm seemed to drown out any response from her mother, leaving her feeling small and alone in the darkness.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heartbeat.
As the lightning flashed, illuminating the room for a brief moment, Marjorie caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. Her wide eyes reflected fear that contradicted to the innocence that usually shone through. She mustered up her courage and spoke aloud, her voice slightly shaky but filled with a resolve.
"Okay, thunder," she said, her voice carrying a touch of defiance. "You might be loud, but I won't let you scare me. I'll be brave, just like big brother."
