Ugly, Beauty

Chapter 5

Annabelle laid in bed and was reading as the commotion around her continued.

She heaved an exasperated sigh.

Sebastian has really overdone it this time...

All around her were trusted maids, nurses and a doctor all speaking in Aritzian, Annabelle's native tongue.

It has been a week and a few days since Annabelle had gotten hurt and Sebastian had asked a few trusted people to look after her.

She was pretty sure she was better now, and since she was pretty much bored laying in bed most of the day; she had finished the whole semesters worth of homework and had drawn and written a few things in her (and Zachary's) journal.

She closed the book and placed it on the bedside table.

"Oh, is there anything we can do for you ma'am?" A petit maid said walking up to her, placing a neatly folded towel down on top of a sleek oak drawer.

She gave her a small smile, "Just call me Annabelle."

The maid gave Annabelle a curt nod in response, "Of course Annabelle."

"Oh, and um I'm pretty sure I'm better now, so...can I go to school? Or..." She was quite hesitant in saying this, after all she hadn't spoken Aritzian in quite some time and she had wondered what exactly Sebastian had ordered them to do.

As she tried to get out of bed she heard someone walk in, her head snapped up at their footsteps.

She rolled her eyes at the sight of him, doctor Fitzgerald of course.

She continued to stand up and grimaced at the pain that followed.

"Ugh" she placed her hand on her chest finding it quite hard to breathe.

"Miss!" Two nurses went up to Annabelle and tried to help her out of bed.

"I-I'm fine, it's okay."

Ive taken beatings worse than this, I'll be fine.

Doctor Fitzgerald watched as Annabelle struggled, he was amused with her stubborn personality, one he realised hadn't changed.

"I'm going to school now, so if you'd excuse me-"

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

She rolled her eyes once more, "yes, but thankfully you're not me." She gave him a fake smile proceeding to walk to her wardrobe.

He simply shook his head at her, she definitely got that stubbornness from her mothers side.

He thought cracking a nostalgic smile.

Those were the days, I wouldn't be here without her.

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Zachary glanced at his three friends, pensive looks on their faces.

"So have we all agreed on this?"

"Yeah, I mean she's been through a lot of shit and she's pretty interesting...so why not?"

The four of them nodded in agreement understanding with each of their encounters with her, that she was indeed interesting.

"All right then, guess we'll have to see what she'll say today."

"That's if she'll even come to school today."

"Well if talking doesn't work we could just let the money do the talking."

The three of them looked at Zachary in disbelief.

"She doesn't seem like the type to go for the money."