The Perfect Storm

The Storm

This Chapter is dedicated to NatashaSheraz for... For.. Umm. Being amazing! :'D... You are the *best* best friend anyone can have and I don't know how to thank you for your support. xxx
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Chapter 4.

"No. No no no no no!", I exclaimed. "Anything mother! I'll do anything! Please, don't do this to me! Please!", I practically begged her.

"You've done this to yourself child. Besides, it's not really a punishment", she said while observing my book shelf and cringing when she found dust on it.

She isn't actually going to do what she said she's going to do, right?

"But mother, I-"

"CARE TO EXPLAIN WHAT TIA JUST SAID? MOTHER! MOTHER!", Misha comes inside the room shouting like a maniac and shuts her mouth up when mother comes into view.

Now, you see, Tia is our number third sister and she loves to irritate others. No one and I mean no one can possibly not be irritated or angry after hearing what she says. Want an example? Well, look at Misha's face fuming with anger.

"I come here, in this place, after horse riding, imagining, 'oh! How can life be so perfect?', she says in a high-pitched voice, mimicking the girls who usually do that to gain attention. "And then life says, hey loser, look again.", she shouts.

I repeat, shouts. In front of our mother. I repeat, in front of our mother.

"This is why I'm doing this. You girls are getting out of control. This is the only way. Don't like it, ladies? Great. I don't care."

"But mother-", I start to say again but she cuts me, again.

What is it with me and people not wanting me to speak?

"Enough."

That was enough to shut us up. The authority in the voice screamed, 'Yes darling, I'm the queen.'

"Pack. Now."

As soon as those words left her mouth, we both forgot who the Queen was.

So after thirty minutes of fake crying, persuading and threatening our mother to kill ourselves, Misha and I both got the idea that we cannot get out of this easily.

So is anyone wondering what's going on? Please enter drumrolls here.

Apparently, mother cares a lot about the king. Her words, not mine.

He was the reason that this was happening to us. So after I shouted at him and created a scene, my mother told me that enough was enough and she can't tolerate having a 'disrespectful daughters' in her castle. Only if she knew who really was being disrespectful.