The ride to my house was silent. Erik didn't seem like the talking type, which was fine by me.
He called me angel, though I barely know him... Maybe he says that to all the girls, just to be kind. Just to be kind.
"Is this not your stop?" His voice came from the front, and I looked up.
"Oh, yes. Thank you Monsieur Erik, for the ride." I told him, getting out of the carriage.
He smiles and nods.
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Walking into my house was like walking into a bar, there was wine glasses and bottles along with half-full glasses of beer strewn about.
I guess mother and father were having another one of those 'nights' if you know what I mean.
They always do that anytime I'm out.
I stopped pondering and went to my room.
In truth, my room was very large. But it seems very tiny with all of the furnishings in it.
I went over to my mirror.
Nothing to see. I went and sat on my bed.
I remember when I was a child, my mother would sing me a song when she was brushing my hair... I think I can almost remember how it went...
Suddenly my door burst open.
"What's all this racket?" Your father and I are trying to sleep!" The woman said.
I looked over at her, then stood up. I was taller than she was, and she didn't scare me.
She had a whip in her hands.
She trudged towards me, and you could tell she was still a little tipsy.
"Now, now, little child. I won't hurt you that bad, you just have to learn your lesson..." She sang to me quietly in a tune I didn't recognize.
"Stop." A voice said from the corner, a voice which I recognized as Erik's voice.
We both looked over at him. He seemed mad, but for reasons I couldn't understand. Or maybe it's because of the thought that she was trying to whip me.
How did he get into my house anyways?
The tipsy woman seemed to realize that Erik was not to be messed with, so she quickly(or as quickly as she could) walked out of my room.
Erik walked over to me.
"Are you alright?" He asked.
"I believe so." I told him.
