Windmill and Tulips (HIATUS)

Windmill and Tulips [4]

Dedicated to my best best friend, Yna Keiku Agato, who never left my side for 5 years. No matter where I go, she was always in my heart, never fading. I'm just so happy to call her my best friend because even though she meets new friends, she never fails to contact me and make me smile.

I love you Babs! I miss you!!

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(Jazelle)

Where the hell are they?

I’ve been ringing the doorbell for five times now but I still don’t get any response from them. Did they really went on a vacation? On top of that, they haven’t visited me at the hospital! I peeked inside the gate but it seems that there are people inside but no one even try to see who’s been ringing the doorbell!

I’ve had it. I stormed my way to the back of the mansion where there are a lot of trees and bushes. I searched for the tree I marked with my name on it. Aha! There you are. Glancing around if there is someone looking, I ran my fingers along the grass until I touched something cold and circular.

“Gotcha.” I smirk, pulling up the door and jumping inside.

Well yeah. I made this tunnel when I was seventeen years old for the purpose of sneaking out to meet my first boyfriend, Shane. We didn’t last long though. He kept asking for money. The nerves. I used my phone to illuminate the way and at the end of the tunnel is the entrance to my room. Cool, huh?

When you are really in love with a person, you tend to do anything to meet him even though you are forbidden to. That’s how idiotic teenagers think.

Damn. I missed this place. Four days huh. I lunged myself on my bed, rolling on it, smelling the scent of my lavender cologne. But I have no time to linger in my room. I need to find Daphne. I have to ask her on why my credit cards aren’t working.

I changed into my usual clothes and headed out through the door.

“M-Miss Jazelle!”

I looked at who called me over my shoulder and it was just the head maid. “What do you want?” I snapped and continued to walk. But she ran after me.

“Why are you here? You should not be here, Miss Jazelle.”

What?

I wheeled around, anger plastered on my face. “What did you just say? And why shouldn’t I be here when you can? This is my father’s mansion. MY mansion. What rights do you have to tell me that I shouldn’t be here?”

“Miss Jazelle. You know that I raised you as my own and I care for you. I would never do anything to harm you.” She said, hurt.

My jaw tensed then relaxed. This is Monalie, a 54 year old maid in this mansion. It’s true I can’t hate her. She was the one who took care of me for 21 years and she was always my favorite. I looked away and crossed my arms.

“Just what is this about? Is there something that I need to know?”

Monalie glanced around, as if she was scared someone would see her talking to me. “Madame Daphne was overjoyed when she learned that both you and Sir Lucas got into an accident. They had no idea that you were still alive. All they know is that you were thrown into a cliff from the accident as the accident happened near the cliff.”

My jaw dropped and stared at her. “What? Daphne? Tch. I knew it. Go away, Monalie. You know that I greatly despise liars.”

“But Miss Jazelle, it is true!”