Foolish Doings

the one that left - amelia

There's a famous saying in life about how things the eye doesn't see, the heart can't grieve over. In other words, what you don't know can't hurt you.

I think that saying is a complete pile of nonsense because not knowing something will exert the greatest pain. This parallels with being lied to. Not knowing the truth will exert the greatest pain. So no. What you don't know will hurt you. It'll ruin you, to say the least.

"Amelia, what are you doing?" My sister, Elena, asked me.

"Do you know where I put my yellow sundress?" I called out to her from inside my closet. "I wore it a few years ago. I can't find it."

"Did you even hear my question?" She called. I heard a few steps indicating her movement. "What are you doing Amelia?"

I huffed and turned around, placing my hands on my hips.

"Have you seen the dress?" I asked.

She sighed and shook her heard. "You hate yellow, Amelia. So, you gave it to me." She answered. "Now tell me what you're doing?"

I scrunched my face up into a confused expression. I picked up the clothes I had chosen and walked with them, out of my closet and into my room. I threw them into my suitcase and went back to my closet.

"I'm packing, Elena." I said. "Can I have my dress back?"

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"Elena, stop asking me questions and slowing me down. I need to finish packing so while I do that, go get the dress!" I shouted in frustration and then let out a big sigh. I looked at her face that held such an emotion I never wanted to be felt for me. Pity. "Just go get the dress. Just go get the dress. I want that dress. Please just go." I let out a sting of mumbles as I turned around and picked out more things to pack.

"Alright alright I'm going." She said. "Just don't go anywhere. Stay here. Right here while I go get it."

I heard her leave and subconsciously continued to pack. I didn't know what my next move was. All I knew was that somehow, some way, I had to get out of here. I he to leave.

***

"Amelia!" I heard as I braided my brown hair to the side. My hair wasn't too long, nor was it too short. It was in the middle. Just the way I preferred. I never liked short hair. Frankly, I don't think it would ever suit me. And long hair...god that was just too much to manage for me. Don't get me wrong. Long hair is beautiful but it's just not for me.

"I have the dress." I looked away from the mirror as I finished my braid and saw Elena standing at the door of my bedroom with my yellow dress in her hand.

"I was thinking you'd lost it." I got up and went towards her. I took the dress from her and placed it in my suitcase. I zipped it up and put it in the ground. I then pulled the handle up and rolled it out of my room.

"Where are you going?" She yelled after me.

"Drive me to the airport?" I called grabbing my keys. I looked over to the the spot beside my keys and saw my phone. I grabbed it as well.

"Airport?" She repeated. "Why?"

"Would you stop questioning me?" I hissed. "Now are you driving me or shall I call an uber?"

She groaned–no growled–and stomped ahead of me and walked out of my apartment. I sighed and followed in suit. I made sure to lock my apartment.

Once we got down, Elena unlocked her Mercedes AMG GT and got it. I put my suitcase in–or at least tried to considering the size of her super car.

Once I did that, I got in and she turned the car on making her way to the airport.

I know Elena was angry right now. Anyone would be. Hell, I'd be too. I sensed it as she drove. She didn't say a word. That was unlike the Elena I knew. The chatty one.

"I'm going to granny." My voice coming out as a mere whisper.

"Edinburgh?" She mimicked. "What on earth will you do there? Why are you going there? Does the prince know?"

I somehow couldn't form my words. Per say, the right ones. So I managed a shrug.

"You've got to give me more than that, Amelia." She scoffed.

"Granny said her place there is in my name so I can visit her anytime I want. I'm making use of it. I'm going there because I need to." I stated.

"And Christian? Does he know?" She asked.

"Christian is not my father. He doesn't need to know my every move." I spat.

"You've got to be kidding me! You're a duchess for god sake. The heir of the royal family of France. You think your husband of almost a month now, who might I mention is also the crown prince of England, doesn't need to know where you are? Are you crazy?!" She scolded.

"Elena I suggest you drop this topic right now before we both say things we'll later regret." I warned.

"You're impossible." She seethed. "What am I to tell our family and his? What am I to tell father? Christian? Tell me Amelia? You've thought this much. Surely you've thought of an alibi as well."

"Tell them I quit! Tell them I quit being their responsibility. Their liability. Tell them I'm done. That's it." I yelled. "And if you've ever loved me for once as a sister, you won't tell them where I am. I trust you, Elena. And I trust you to do your older sister a favour and not tell them where I am."

She sighed again. "If that's what you want then I won't tell them. But have you considered that it wouldn't matter if I told them or not. They'll find you. And when they do it won't be amazing."