Chapter 12
Does it really matter anymore? I mean my life is over! Gee that didn’t sound dramatically gay at all. Note the damn sarcasm! Stupid tracker, stupid Paul, Stupid Prince who won’t fucking turn up! Okay I now have a new appreciation for Cinderella, she cooked she cleaned she had bloody crazy relatives and she managed to get her happily ever after! Now where’s mine? Maybe I should bloody grow a vagina and wish upon a damn star! I’ve lost track of my days since the accident, my parents *cough* fuck-tarts *cough* have taken away all clocks and calendars. They said it was to ‘discourage’ my need to run off. If you ask me they are trying to do what the bloody casinos do so I can’t leave! For all I know I could have been here for days, weeks or years. But it doesn’t matter now every day, every night, every second has blurred into the next, my concept of time has all but disappeared.
I have a confession to make and it will sound gay and girly but I can’t keep this hidden anymore. I lov- I mean… I like, like, like Lucianus… ALRIGHT I LOVE HIM!! I haven’t known him for long, I know, but he’s the only one that keeps me sane. I can’t describe the feelings I get when I remember the way he smiled or the fighting and flirting we used to do. I’m lonely without him I miss Mitch too but I really need my Lassie.
Enough of that its time for bed my shift is over now the other savants can take over. Pathetic isn’t it my so called parents treat me like a servant. I can’t even see my little angels, my little sisters, Sammy, Annie, June and Jamie. My room is no longer mine it’s become Paul's I now sleep in the servant quarters. My life sucks, heck I can’t even call it my life anymore! I don’t care anymore I just want to sleep I need to stop bloody thinking. My brain is going to explode with all my thinking, my heart won’t stop crying out for Lucian, and my body is aching from all constant cleaning and cooking I have to do. I need rest.
I made my way back to my own shoebox room at the end of the servant’s quarter. As I lay down I grabbed my necklace, the only thing I have to remember the luxurious life I used to have, and wished on that little star.
“If anyone is out there can you please, please send me my Prince charming? Please…” I whispered as I drifted off into a gloomy dreamless sleep.
My day stared like any other. Get up, Cook, clean, cook again and then have lunch, clean and cook once more, then clean and clean and clean. I don’t mind cleaning it actually very therapeutic but it the fact that I’m cleaning for those asses that gets on my nerves.
“Knock, Knock!” a deranged sounding Micky mouse called out.
I turned away from the bench top I was cleaning to she who on earth can produce such an awful voice. I my eyes fell upon non-other that the crazy psychopathic Paul… Hmmm… that ryhms… Psychopathic Paul. I think I’ll call him that from now on.
“What do u want stalker?”
Psyso Paul pretended to look offended, “Babe, is someone stalking you? Do you want me to follow them?”
Psychopathic and stupid. “No, and I ain't no pig so stop calling me babe!”
Psco gave me a blank stare.
Sighing I asked, “What do you want now?”
“Me?” he pointed to himself innocently.
“Yes you!” Fuck-tard…
“Well… I just wanted to say hi… and maybe when you’re free we can have a li-“
“No”
“But-“
“No”
“Come on Bl-“
“I said no!”
Paul sighed looking rejected. “Fine… oh I almost forgot! You remember your little friend Lucianus? Yeah he went missing” psyco then walked out of the kitchen.
His message didn’t sink in until Paul was long gone. Lucianus missing? Lucian gone? My Lassie disappeared? I don’t know if I should cry or laugh like a crazy old man who had one too many drinks.
It looks like Cinderella is the lucky one. My prince just went missing…
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