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3rd P.O.V
It had been about a week after Primrose's death and Rowan as well as Ciel and Reydan still found it hard to function without her.
"Where's Rosie?" Reydan would cry out when he woke in the middle of the night. "Why hasn't she been here? Is she hurt?" He would ask. His little 6 year old mind couldn't comprehend death.
"She is in a better place now," Rowan would say, her lip trembling and holding back tears. Ciel had opened up more, comforting both Reydan and Rowan when they couldn't calm down or keep up their strength. He would take beatings for the both of them, convincing their father to let them be for a while longer.
"Ciel stop it! I can handle this one, you're too weak and Mother will be bored of hurting just you soon. Let me take this beating!" Rowan would reach out, pulling Ciel back. However, their mother would just smirk and snag Ciel's arm, making him take the beating all over again. Rowan had learned to tend to wounds when she was younger, always looking over Primrose's shoulder. However, she was inexperienced but soon gained the needed knowledge over the week of practicing because she had needed to tend to Ciel's wounds.
Rowan's P.O.V
Ciel wouldn't stop taking the beatings and it was getting on my nerves. Reydan would cry every time Ciel came back, as he was covered in cuts and blood and bruises, and now that Primrose was gone there was nobody to distract the distraught boy from his beaten older brother.
"Ciel..." I whisper, about to cry. "Let me take the next beating."
"No," Ciel said, a tear rolling down his face. He looked down at me as I cleaned a cut on his leg. "Because I need to protect you both until you're strong again." He leaned down after I had bandaged the cut and hugged me. This surprised me.
This was the only good thing to come out of Primrose's death- Ciel opening up and not being the strong, silent soldier the full time- both day and night.
"Ciel. I will take the next beating. I want you to rest and keep Reydan company, make sure he doesn't hear the shouting or any cries I make." I say, no room for debate in my voice. I made sure that the seriousness in my tone was obvious.
"She's gotten more violent." Ciel warned. "I don't want yo-"
I cut him off there. "NO! I will take the next beating." I say, walking over to Reydan before he could respond. I wrap my arms around him in a sloppy bear hug, my thin arms still aching whenever something rubbed across the healing cuts.
"Wowan," He sniffled, looking up at her. "Wh-whewe is Wosie?" He cried out, his voice losing control and wavering. My heart broke seeing his shattered expression.
"She's gone," I said softly, biting my lip to hold back tears. I had cried enough around Reydan. He didn't need to see me crying and broken, he needed me to be strong.
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Rowan's P.O.V
Word had spread around about my sister's death and the teachers wouldn't stop hovering over me. The only people I wanted around me are Fabian and Mariah.
"The outcast's sister is dead," and "I heard her sister couldn't handle living with her." Are some of the rumors that were spreading around school. Somebody tripped me, and I turned to face them.
"Aww so the slut's sister died? Maybe if you weren't so depressing she'd be happy." A taller boy said. That was the newest tease I've heard, and the stupidest.
I walk up to him and punch him. I turn and walk away, walking slowly back to my class after disappearing into the crowd to avoid him catching up to me.
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