Life As a Masterpiece

Chapter Eight: The Return

Elizabeth's P.O.V.

Izzy...

That name bounce around in her head like a game of pinball.

Elizabeth lifted her head up to the small pitter patter of her baby sister's feet hitting the floor. "Izzy..!" The little girl screamed as she flung her tiny arms around Elizabeth's legs.

"I knew you would come home." The tiny human whispered with a huge grin on her face.

Elizabeth's eyes watered and she tore the little girl off her arms, picked her up, held her super tight and broke off into a silent sob.

"I'm so sorry I left you," She spoke silently, her voice vibrating through the room. "Look how much you've grown! How old are you now? 20?"

The little girl giggled, "I'm 6 silly, you know that! You sent me a birthday card and--"

"Elizabeth." A strong voice broke through the little girls sentence, Mr. Charles Pierce. I'd say the king to be, but he's the king to end.

Elizabeth looked up narrowing her eyes. "Father." The word dripped off Izzy's tongue like venom. "Nice to see that you have died."
She laughed as if she said a joke and she put down her little sister, stalking her long legs over to a painting on the wall.

Elizabeth took the painting and broke it in half with her knee, her father looked down and sighed slightly.

"So where the Prince I'm supposed to marry, huh? Where's the big wedding and guests? Why are you so silent? Why aren't you trying to ruin my life like you always do?" She raised her voice sternly and dropped the broken painting to the floor."

"Elizabeth I-" Her father voice broke. "I'm sincere for you and the situation we put you through. We are sorry that we tried to force you into something so dark. Look at you... Yours so grown.. My baby girl, and so successful."

Her father walked towards her and put his old hand on her face. So cold, so bitter it tasted like copper.

"We both know actions speak louder than words, Father." She said quickly said as she slapped his hand away.

Elizabeth turned her head to her mother and sighed, "Not a word mother? You aren't happy to see me?"

Her mother, Ateena Pierce sighed and put her hand over her heart. "My heart yearns for the day you come home to me, my darling."

Elizabeth laughed, "I'm in front of your fucking face. I'm home, right here. What's your problem?" Her mother clenched her eyes closed and then spoke, "I don't want you, I want my daughter."

Elizabeth stood there and left her face emotionless.

Oh what the hell you have cause my dearest mother. Let you burn in hell...