Little Miss Trancy (Sebastian x Reader) -DISCONTINUED-

I think I ran away?

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"Come sister, My Claude made strawberry short cake" i hear my brother giggle before he pushes his way into my room. "I'll be down in a minute" i assure him. "Hurry (f/n) or i'll eat your one two" he snickers quickly taking off. Wasting no time i throw open my window and quietly slip through it, despite my bodies painful resistance.

 I love being with my brother more than anything, yet over these past days its become more and more clear that he's not the same little boy who use to cling to my skirts. He had become violent and power hungry, even going as far as throwing violent tantrums to get what he wanted. The last straw though was earlier this morning. I had been helping Hannah tend to the garden and Alois had thrown yet another tantrum with her, i was foolish enough to get in the way and it became very clear that i was just another item as he continued to release his anger out on me.

"Your leaving aren't you miss (f/n)" a series of monotone voices call out once i reach the ground. "Timber, Cantebury, Thompson?" "You better hurry before he calls Claude" Cantebury hums linking his arm through my left one. "We're surprised you stayed this long" Thompson utters grabbing my free arm. "Now lets set this little butterfly free" Timber hums pressing on my pack as the trio drag me towards the gates. "Unless you wish to return you should probably stay with the other brat" they state firmly pushing me outside the gate and walking off.

Does this mean i ran away? or does it mean i was kicked out? Either way I refuse to return to the phantomhive manor. As much as i would like to see Master Ciel again, i just can't. The memory of how betrayed he appeared is still freshly vivid in my mind, i betrayed my master even if it was intentional. Therefore i am unfit to serve as a Phantomhive servant. 

I continued to wander the cold London streets which in all honesty probably isn't the smartest decision seeing as the sun had already well and truly set.

"Oh my, if isn't a lost kitten" a voice drawls out.