The Seven Sons: The Slave

The Seven Sons: The Slave 5

Hey, heres the next chapter! Sorry about any mistakes i made, but things have just been way to busy to check over it and show choir starts this week, then school starts next, so i figured i would give this to guys because they are going to be coming slower. So ENJOY!!

Chapter 5

Miranda

I can feel people’s eyes on me as I being pulled down the hallway, trying to get the tears to stop flowing, and I succeeded until I am sitting on the stool in a large bathroom and being tugged into a hug, that I didn’t return, by the little kid.

“Shh…Shhh…” he whispers into my ear, “Everything is okay, I’m sorry they embarrassed you like this and that he hit you, because I startled you.” The little kid whispered, it only made me pull back to look at him and give a slight smile for I had never had someone else try and take the blame for me, especially Collier.

“Its not your fault.” I whispered, looking down at the ground.

“No, it is.” He tells me again causing me again to look up at the little boy in front of me. His sweet little voice, slightly relieving me of the hurt I felt. “My names Zaire Noah Collier, what’s your name?” he asked me.

“Miranda.” I told knowing that I couldn’t possibly tell him my last name.  When I told him that he cocked his head slightly, like he was thinking about something real hard, then all of sudden his head popped up and a huge grin spread across his little face.

“I’ll be right back” he said then rushed out of the room.

I wondered where he was going, but I figured that I should at least make myself look halfway presentable; knowing that I will have to go back and face the Princes. It made me cringe to think about the fact that they saw more emotion in me than just about anyone else I know. When I looked at myself in the mirror, it made me start crying because the bruise forming on my cheek had me remembering all of my bad past memories that I never got a chance to cry about because I was never alone long enough; my eyes were red and puffy and my cheeks were bright red also, from all the times that I had rubbed them. The make-up that I had wore, was also running down my face.

I was trying to get myself to stop crying when there was a knock on the door. I instantly jumped away from the sink hoping that nobody would come in and see me.

“Hey, it’s me Zaire.” I heard the little kid say from the other side of the door before he walked in, which didn’t surprise me, but what did surprise me was that he walked holding onto Talon’s hand and pulling him into the bathroom as well.

“Hey,” I whispered not sure that I could speak any louder and not break, but as it was I still broke down because Talon took one look at me at the bruise on my cheek and instantly went into defensive mode.

“Who did this to you?! If it was one of those idiotic princes, I swear that I will not stop myself from beating them!” he yelled, and I instantly cringed away from the yelling and because without realizing it he had raised his fist in the air as he had strode towards me.

Hurt flashed across his face when he saw me flinch away. I instantly felt guilty for flinching away; for I knew that he wasn’t going to hit and I had been hit quite a few times before by the guards, but Talon never would lay a hand on me. I knew that was because of the secret that we tried keeping from everyone. He lightly put his hand on my left cheek and turned my head to the side so that he could inspect the bruise that had been forming since I had been hit.

“Who did this?” he said his finger tenderly touched it and when I winced he immediately stepped away from me. When I looked him in the eyes I could see the anguish in his eyes, but it was also painfully clear in his voice. “Who did this?” it was so obvious, that I knew I had to tell him.