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"You okay?" Asked Glorina, her strained yet beautiful face showing clear signs of fatigue.
She sat down on my bed and rubbed soft circles on my back, tracing the floral patterns with her fingertips.
"Rochelle?" She asked again.
"No, I'm not. I want to go home and continue my life there. My manager must be worried. My school. My friends. Everyone. It's not fair for me to be kept here." I ranted, my face in my pillow to muffle the sounds of my sobs.
"You can't leave, Rochelle. I would help you but Sir Tiago will... Nothing." She explained, holding back the last bit of her sentence.
I turned around to face her, sitting up. "What's the deal with Tiago anyway? Why is everyone so scared of him?"
"You'll realise soon enough. It's not my place to tell you. I took an unbreakable oath." She said, noticing my frown. "Listen," and she digs out a small note from her apron pocket. "Claire passed me this note. She wants us to meet her at the garden in two hours. I'll get a servant to see you downstairs to the destination."
I took the note and assessed the small but neat cursive. Yes, this was definitely Claire. It felt good to finally see a familiar face who could probably explain many things to me.
"Okay. This is great. How come you can't take me there?" I questioned.
Glorina stood up and made her way to the door. "It's obvious that we would become friends quite quickly. We not even supposed to speak to each other... I'm not a royal like you are. It would give the Queen ammunition to separate us."
"That's utter bullshit." I muttered, falling back onto my bed that held the best comfort.
"You tell me. I'll send a servant up. Please do freshen up, you look like a hobo's wife." She said and giggled while seeing herself out.
I decided to put the television into good use but there was nothing on. I could only rely on Netflix. My cell phone had no cell service so I couldn't even receive messages. I wonder what's happening back home. Are people wondering about my disappearance and is the Queen Bee sauntering around the school like she owns the place? The thoughts put me through major withdrawal symptoms. Deep in thought, the steady knocks snapped me back into reality.
I opened up the door to captivating dark blue eyes who held my gaze.
"Dominic?" I asked, rubbing my eyes to see if it was really him. It was. "What you doing here? Fixing my TV?"
He rolled his eyes. "No. I'm here to escort you to the garden. Glorina sent me."
I welcomed him in, still in shock. "Let me just freshen up." I said, excusing myself.
"Take your time, Princess." He muttered sarcastically.
I flipped him off and quickly washed my face, loosened my hair to let it hang in its natural waves.
"Let's go."
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We walked in silence on the way there and Dominic had not even bothered to explain the directions of the castle for future reference. I decided to take the liberty of hinting this off to him.
"Oh. This looks like an interesting room. What is it? A magical portal?" I asked with genuine interest.
He looked at me as if I was from another planet. "That's a guest bathroom." He responded flatly and continued walking.
Walking behind him gave me time to marvel at the beauty of the castle. As dark as it was, the light that shone through the big window gave the castle a more positive feel.
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Vampire"Rochelle, it's by time you knew your fate. Your real one." Teen supermodel, Rochelle Black, had the same old life. Partying, hot male models, sex and repeat was what her loyal fans thought of her life. What they don't know is that it all comes cras...
