Red (Rewriting)

Chapter #6

I threw a shoe, I have no clue where I got it, at John. Because he was telling me I was legally taken, my parents signed some ledger or something.

A huge bribe to do so.

I was pissed.

I...I was hurt.

"Come on Red, calm-" John had started but was cut off as he ducked as I threw a stiletto, again, no idea how I got it.

"Shut up!" I cried throwing the second heel. "Your basically telling me my parents sold me to you! How else am I supposed to react!?" I screamed.

He sighed, but his eyes went wide as I kept throwing random shoes at him. "Come on baby."

"Don't call me that!!" I screamed.

"You can visit them every once in awhile, and I'll have Straif send you a copy of it as proof." He said still trying to be calm.

I put my arms to my sides, my lips trembling cause I could detect the lie in his words.

"Oh baby, don't cry." He said moving towards me.

"Go...."

"What?" He asks in disbelief.

A sob got caught in my throat. "Go, please leave me alone I don't want to see you."

A whine came from himself as he took a step forward, and I took two steps back. "Okay....call me if you need anything."

I didn't answer as he turned, and left the large room, leaving me there to think over everything I was just told.

Once the door shut with a soft click did I start crying.

You would too if the family you love gave you away like you were nothing.

*****

I was indeed sent the forms and it only made my ever growing depression grow even quicker. I read over it, seeing that all my father's debts would be payed and they were being given quite the amount of money. The only person who didn't sign was....my older brother.

Though, they didn't need his signature. Just my parents.

My heart felt like it was being torn in limbo as the pain never seemed to leave. I wanted it gone. I wanted to be back with my grandma cooking pies and tarts.

But....granmas gone, I'm not wanted at home, and I'm confused about the man I met when this all went down and made some of these things happen himself.

I hugged the large fluffy pillow closer to me, not wanting to ever let go, and never leave this bed. Yes, it is indeed better then what mine was, but I'd still like my old bed that creaked when I got in or out, the small room that made me feel safe and warm. I loved the simple fact that our house was small, we lived above our bakery, and that I'd deliver goodies.

I already miss it all.

Of course I would, I've been here for weeks now. Ignoring John outside the door, as I had locked it, apparently, he doesn't have a key and I rejoiced in that. But I haven't been eating either, nor sleeping. I shower, im one to keep up hygiene even if I just want to stay where I've been in and out of, the bed.

Again, John was whining, literally, at the door like a kicked puppy, he has been for as long as he could, until he had to eat, wash, and work. He sleeps outside the doors, which worries me and brings me guilt, but not enough to forgive him really.

I feel so alone.

"Red, please...." He spoke up, his voice sounding on the brink of breaking. "I'm sorry. I really am, I just really didn't want to wait anymore. Getting into the land of Wilds is hard and dangerous it's why it's such a rare trip. It took my own mother alot of convincing for me to be able to go with my father...I'm sorry Red, I didn't expect them to sign it unless I used force, they hesitated only for a second for signing. Your brother literally threw a kitchen knife at my face, looking livid..." He chuckled as I'm sure the memory of my brothers favorite knife came at his face, it made me listen in to him more. "He exploded at your parents after I left, and I'm sure he left the house to go off somewhere but, he didn't look so good, I think he was sick. But, from what some of my people say, he's ran away from home and is looking for you."