The Ball Night

A Loaded Question

Jackies P.O.V

It's been weeks now and the queens party hasn't found us yet. Although there were times where I've been pulled aside for some questions but I just gave them false statements and tried to cover my face as much as I can. Levin is in the search for David, since the escape the two had to separate. Now it was just me and Cathy in the living room, scissors in her hands as she snips and cuts little pieces of my curly hair.

The morning sun ray blinding me as they shine on my eyes.

"And...done!" Says Catherine, shaking and messing my hair. I stood and thanked her along with a kiss, got to get ready before her birthday. I looked in the mirror and examine my hair with a smile. I turned to Cathy.

"It looks wonderful! You did an amazing job for your first hair cut." I said, dusting off the small hairs on my shoulders. She laughs and I stopped to stare at her.

"What's the matter? What's so funny?" I said, coming closer to her, smirking.

Cathy rolls her eyes," No.no it's nothing...just..." and she drifts off in purpose. She looks at me and laughs again, so I tried to grab her but she turns and runs away before I could. I chase after her, and down the stairs into the living room is when I caught her. I lifted her up, laughing and carried her on my shoulder. She bangs her fists on my back demanding to be put down so I did.

I dropped us on the couch and laughed till our stomach ached. Again she she tried to escape but I grabbed her foot and pulled her towards me. She gasps, chuckling she yells at me to let go.

"No, not until you tell me!" I said, rubbing her foot. She smacks my hand which I let go but then grabbed her leg entirely. Again, she smacks me and tried to kick me off but I pinned her down.

Giggling she says," Okay, okay! You got me you lost puppy, I'll tell you..." Cathy pretends to think. I pout my lip and she laughs.

"I'll tell you if you'll find me a rose!" She says, in which I pout even more. I smile and lay my head on her stomach as she begins to play with my hair.

"You're immatureness passes down to me, love." Cathy says, twirling a strand of a curl.

"Well, yeah I guess. It's healthy to let out immaturity, can't keep that inside of you unless you want to become an immature bafoon adult. So, better to let it aaall out." I said, tracing her hand marks. 

I'm surprise that my wounds didn't re open by what happened, I hope it heals soon. Also, there are many things for me to do and with the wounds re opening is another thing on the list to do. I really do hope that I'm doing the right thing here, just 2 more weeks until Catherine's birthday.

"Cathy darling, read a story for me." I said.

"Why not you this time, I'm a bit tired today." She says.

I reached over to the coffee table for the blue book and made my way up next to Cathy. I left off where she read and started to read from that point on. As I read, I thought of what the Father said.

(Last week on Tuesday)

I held the hood of my cloak close against my face as I walked by a group of strangers. I walked down the dirty, wet and stain cobble stone road and look up. I turn and walked down a dark and damp alley until I stumbled upon a back door. I've opened it and slipped inside and quietly close it behind me. The echo of my footsteps was enough to make the Father come near me with a warm smile.

"Hello, dear young one. What brings you here? Have you come to a silent prayer?" He says, I shake my head and pull back my hood. Realization comes across his face and he smiles.