¶My War To Fight·Eric Coulter¶ #Wattys2017

¶Prologue¶

Rosianna Matthews

"What have you done?" My mother's voice was awfully calm as she asked me that same question for the third time as I just stood there against a wall unable to form a proper answer with so many thoughts swirling around in my head.

My sobs were the only thing that could be heard throughout the long hallway of the mansion we live in that belongs to my mother who is the leader of Erudite and therefore has the privilege of owning a mansion.

"Mother, it was an accident. I promise on my father's soul. Please mummy." My voice shook as I pleaded with her in hopes she would understand. I even squeezed in a mummy at the end, she must understand that I never did it intentionally. She would understand, right?

"DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT EVER AGAIN! YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO CALL ME MUMMY ANYMORE. FIRST YOUR FATHER- A WEAKLING WHO COULDN'T EVEN SURVIVE THIS WORLD AND JUST HAD TO LEAVE ME HERE ALONE WITH TWO VERMINS I NEVER WANTED IN THE FIRST PLACE!" 

She then picked up and threw a vase towards where I was standing and it shattered once it hit the wall behind me. I felt a few shards of the broken glass cut me around my thighs but I was too shocked to even make a noise to express my pain because that wasn't just any vase that she swung at me. It was the last gift my dad gave to her among many other gifts that eventually went missing from where they were placed in this mansion. 

I looked down at the broken shards and thought about how happy my mother's face was when my dad handed the vase to her after a whole day of us pretending that we forgot her birthday. She had tears of joy in them and I can remember her laughing out loud, a sound I haven't heard in a long time. I bet if she did it now, I would have goosebumps break out on my body like I just felt the presence of a wandering spirit.

"NEVER MIND THAT, NOW I HAVE YOUR LITTLE SISTER'S BLOOD ON MY HANDS TO CARRY AROUND ALONG WITH MY OTHER IMPORTANT BUSINESSES." She said with a loud voice and pulled me back to this reality that I didn't want to be in. I want to go back to a time when things were normal again.

She ended her sentence with a hiss and stood up with the grace only a successful leader could possess and faced our butler-Roberto and my governess-Madam Rhonda to address them.

"Make sure she never leaves to go out. I don't want her to be seen by people or to interact with any. I want everybody to forget her existence, at least until she's 16 so that I can sort out this mess. If they ask, tell them it's for my children's safety and health and if they want to know more then tell them to sleep with their eyes open. Oh and I also want her to be home schooled. Madam Rhonda, please make sure that happens.

And Butler Roberto, please make sure she---" My mother paused and turned to point at me with her long and slender pointer finger and it immediately brought me back to when father was alive. He used to say that it's rude to point at someone because it's disrespectful and therefore we should never point at someone(even if we hate them).

But why is mother pointing at me. Does she not love me anymore? My 6 year old self could not understand anything.

"---doesn't run around. Only the front gates should be used. Lock up the rest of the gates." Roberto nodded curtly and left me sobbing quietly in the corner of that mansion that was soon to become my life long prison, at least until I was 16 just like moth-.

No, she is not my mother, she is no different than my governess. I can hardly find a difference.

She is not my mother at all.

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