Vengence

Chapter 6: I Pray It's For The Best

I was able to convince Bex to let me shower by myself.

As the water trailed down my skin I watched as it swirled down the drain.

I had cranked up the water to the hottest setting without it being scorching.

It was soothing on my skin which had seen hell and then some.

I had almost forgot what a shower felt like so I wasn't really surprised when the water began to run cold thirty minutes later.

Reluctantly I stepped out and wrapped myself in a towel.

I made my way towards the mirror wiping away the steam and staring at my reflection.

My face was thin, my gray eyes to wide, my lips red, my dark chestnut hair was down to my waist and I knew I was going to be in need of a haircut tomorrow.

I looked at my collarbone, where a thin white scar peeked out at me.

My fingers brushed it lightly and I winced at the memory of how I had got it.

"Get it together, Rogue." I whispered to myself when I finally got sick of staring at the person staring back at me.

The sweet and innocent girl who boarded the yacht with her father never came home, instead something stronger and non relenting came back.

It was time she got what she came for.

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"I figured you would be here." Winston said entering my father's study with a tray of tea.

"Your father always came here to get away and think." He added setting down the tea cups.

"Did you get what I sent you?" I asked continuing to stare out the window, my arms folded as I thought about how many times my father must have stood in this very spot.

"It came in early this morning." Winston turned around and opened up the large wardrobe in the corner, bending down to reveal a large wooden box which he lifted on to the mahogany desk.

"Did you want me to open it for you dear?"

I gave a warm smile and shook my head,"No Winston that will be all."

He stared at me for a moment keeping me under his scrutinizing gaze,"Something changed didn't it?"

There was no point in denying it to him after all Winston knew me better than anyone. He practically raised me.

I gave a weak smile and lifted the box.

"Yes, yes something did change."

Winston fixed me a small smile as he turned and went to the door.

"Whatever you are planning Lady Aylin, I pray it is for the best,"and with that he was swiftly out the door.

I pondered on that for a moment debating if what I was going to do next was the right decision.

I thought of how the last four years of my life had been ripped away.

How I had been sent to hell and was not expected to return.

A life was taken from me one that will never be returned.

Slowly I closed the curtains and flipped on my lamp as I opened up the box revealing a leather book, a small wooden box which I pulled out and opened revealing two silver daggers, wrapped up inside a red handkerchief.

I pulled them out and let them glisten in the dim light.

Once I was finished admiring them I wrapped them up again and pulled out the leather book.

A book of names.

Names in which I'd be scratching one by one off my list.