Chapter Twelve

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Silently standing I watched the Beast rush out of the room. Stunned I couldn't help replay our words within my head. The things I said to him , and the words he said to me.

Each almost more hurtful then the next, what have I done? I already stabbed his feelings now this? I'm more of a monster then he will ever be. I had to talk to him, walking forward I felt a force push against my legs.

Landing on the floor I was met with the workers giving me a sad smile. "Everything will be ok Deary. He just needs some time to cool down." Mrs.Polly said poring a cup of tea.

Taking the cup I continued to sit on the floor, pondering my actions. What was I thinking! He has every right to question my intentions, a strange girl showing up out of nowhere. To add on to that she happens to know your entire life story! That alone is a big bold sign that screams something isn't right!

What makes it worse was my reaction, I basically tore apart his very word! Putting up a front, it was my own actions that made him so disdainful. Placing the cup back on the floor I sighed.

I messed up big time. "Madam, you have nothing to worry about, I think he will forget about the whole thing." I looked at Lucas hopefully, "You really think so?"

"Or he could hate you forever and throw you out to the wolves." My smile quickly fell and eyes widened, "Clarksworth!" Lucas shouted covering his mouth. "Pay no attention to this bumbling clock, he will forgive you."

Standing up I walked silently to the door. "I truly hope that is the case." I muttered walking to my room. Flopping on the bed I rolled over only to see my unopened bag.

Groaning I opened it to find my phone had been turned into a quill, a bottle of ink, and some parchment paper. At least my book was in tack, and the mirror seemed to stay as well.

Letting out a heavy sigh I walked over to a pure white desk, laying the parchment on the wooden surface I dipped the quill in the ink. Once the quill hit the parchment I knew what I was going to do.

Once finished I admired my handy work, crossing off the first two boxes I gave a small smile. I arrived here April 10th it's been two days since then, and so much had already happened.

If this was the first day in the castle what are the others going to be like? I don't wish to fight with the Beast, I wanted to help him! Maybe even save him! But that doesn't seem to be the case at the moment.

The clock was right, he most likely hates me guts right now. Who knows I could wake up the morning in woods being eaten alive!

He wouldn't do that right? Then my words came back to me, sighing I touched my back to the cool floor. I never expected him ever to hurt me, from the story he seemed so gentle.

Yet today he slammed me into a wall because of my words, but I was the one that shouted at him for attacking my intentions. Ruffling my hair I screamed hoping that would make me feel better. It didn't.

This isn't what I was expecting at all, suddenly his last sentence came to mind. Her words would mean nothing . It peaked my interest. By her I would assume my Grandmother, but I couldn't be to sure.

Rolling to the side my sight began to waver, I better just sleep it off. Hopefully I can apologize to him in the morning, If I even see him tomorrow.

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Squinting I noticed a sliver of light coming from my windows, where ever the curtains were they weren't doing their job! Sitting up I looked around only to find I was still on the floor.

All the stress yesterday must of made me tired, standing I walked over to the window and pushed the curtains away. The view from my room was gorgeous, it was like it's own little world.

Carefully walking over to the wardrobe I knocked on the door, suddenly it popped opened with a friendly smile on its face.

"Why good morning Miss. Allegra, what can I do or you this fine day?" I gave a small smiled before pointing to one of the dresses. Beaming she pulled it out, before I could say another word I was surrounded by a whirlwind of color.

Turning I looked into a mirror to find a girl that looked like myself, but she was more tired. Bags hung under her eyes and the bright glow in her skin had disappeared.

It looked like me, but from a distance place. Sighing I walked down the stairs to the dinning hall where I hoped to find the Beast. but no luck was brought to me.

I sat alone at the table starring at the empty seat across, silence seemed to be my only friend. Not even the workers were in sight.

I was completely alone. Feeling awful I walked the long hallways to clear my mind, but every time I ended up back at the end of the stairwell.

Looking up I starred at the top praying for even a sign of life, seriously the silence was way too suffocating. Continuing to stare I decided to go for it. Closing my eyes I rushed up the stairs not caring if I fell to my death.

But to my surprise and my relief the stairs stayed intact. Breathing heavily I made my way down the dark crusted hallway, I shuttered looking once again at the cold glass reminders.

Bitting my lip I continued to venture down farther then I had gone before. At the end of the hallway I found what looked to be a rather Grand looking door. From the shape of the door and the lavish painting on the front, I knew it was the Beast's.

Taking a deep breath in I slowly opened the door to revel the Beast and the other people of the house. They stood by him as he was once again hunched over the single red rose.

Stepping forward I heard the loud click of my shoes, my head shot up meeting eyes with the Beast.

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