Leave Me

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"I hate to tell you James but I didn't do it." The countess said coldly shifting her eyes to Hazel. You were both maids for the wonderful James Patrick March, he shot both you and Mrs. Evers and slit his own throat on the day Hazel turned him in. She loved him with all her heart, and he loved someone else, at least at the time he did.

As time slipped by, and the more she exercised her freedom the more he grew to realize that the Countess was falling out of the false love she had for him. And soon, he started seeing you in a different light then Hazel, you weren't just his loyal servant, you were the one who helped him exercise his need to kill, you were the one who sat with him as he cried over the countess, your thigh was the one he would rest his hand on when you would sit at the bar with him, or when you would sit next to him at his grand table when he would invite you as Hazel watched, her heart breaking as she watched the two people she cared so much about betray her, just like she did to us.

"Then who would it have been?" he said as he stared at her.

"Oh..." Hazel started to cry, causing the glare of James to turn towards her

"It was me." You blared out, the three faces filling with shock, for the Countess knew you weren't the traitor and so did Hazel, but James... he had no idea, his eyes looked as though his heart was breaking.

"I did it, I just couldn't take it anymore. I knew you would have killed for all eternity if I didn't. You would never find true peace without sweet death. I had no idea that this hotel would imprison us here forever." As you spoke he got closer and closer to you, his eyes filling with more and more anger as you spoke. As he stopped in front of you, his eyes were looking into yours, the tears beginning to brim as you looked at him, "I am sorry my love." you whispered

"Never call me that again." He growled, "Leave my presence and never show yourself again."

"Of course." You hurried past them all and out the door, he watched you, as your steps quickened and your eyes never left the floor, his heart breaking with ever step you took, your own breaking as well. And Hazel watching as the person she considered her closest friend give up everything she loved.... for her.




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