Loving and Leaving Him

Chapter 15

Mallory gripped my hand tightly, so tight it started to hurt. I saw my father's posture straighten and he cleared his throat. I looked up at my Mother who looked extremely worried as she laid one of her hands on Mallory's shoulder.

"That Sir is my granddaughter, Lia she is my daughter-in-law Molly's daughter." Father spoke calmly and smooth I don't know how he did it. 

"Is this true?" The guard turned to look at me. His cold grey unforgiving eyes shot daggers at me. Be strong, if you show one ounce of fear he'll take away Mallory for God knows how long. I took a silent but long sharp breath to give me some courage.

"She is my daughter, she is fifteen and her middle name is Mary." I spoke as calmly as my Father did surprising me and my family. 

"Alright I believe you, never said I didn't." I said looking at Mallory who looked terrified. 

"Come on girls lets go." Father said not taking his eyes off the guard. Moth. er pushed me past the guard looking down not wanting him to recognize her face. We walked until we reached the square, which was crowded with people of all ages. The stage was set up with a microphone and a throne. On the throne was a older man with sliver hair, there was a streak of black on his left side, he had scars on his stern face and eyes that appeared to change colour. That man was Tex. A younger man that looked similar to Tex stepped up to the microphone.

"I the handsome and proud Prince of Town Two present the king, my father, King Tex!" he said enthusiastically no one clapped or said anything. The 'Prince' shot threading looks into the crowd and out of fear a few umeaningful claps came to ear.n

"Thank you Butch, I would like to take a moment to honor my triumph on this day five years ago I overthrew the Gillia's and successfully killed all the royal families off. But another thing that happened today was the tragic death of my fiancee June Frank." Tex wiped his eye. I was in total disbelief the kingdom, my kingdom, thought I was dead. They thought we were all dead but we were really right beside them, among them. June was also not dead, I had saw her years ago but she was already kicked out of the castle Tex had broken her.

"I just wanted everyone to know that I am your only king and that I will try my hardest to be better. I would also like to say that yesterday I found two young boys about fifteen by the castle walls. They were vandalizing my beautiful home! Those boys will never do that again, because I have dealt with them. Also some more news because of that unexpected behavior all your taxes have gone up, pay them or suffer. Again please honor the Revolution Day I don't need to punish you but sometimes I do not have a choice. Thank you for your attention please exit back to your work." I sat there in awe of what I just heard. Tex had killed two boys for a minor crime. He had ruined our beautiful country, my home. 

"Alright let's go, Timothy can't watch Amelia for more then two days so we better get going." Father looked down holding Mallory's shaking hand acting as if what Tex had just said was nothing. Mother pushed me along the streets slowly then piking up speed. I do not remember what happened on that journey home my memory was not its strongest then, all I remember was being pushed threw the door and getting many hugs from my family.

"Lace! What happened to you?" Amelia looked at me her normally happy sweet eyes now looked terrified as she clutched my father's arm. I opened my mouth to speak but instead let out a small scream, my eyes welled up with tears. It felt like someone had stuck my back with a hot iron prong every time I wanted to move. 

"Lacy? What's happening? Tuskan what's wrong with her?" mother knelt in front of me holding my hands as I screamed in pain. Her face full of worry in fear for my life. 

"Sweetheart, tell me where it hurts. Bales help me move her upstairs." I couldn't speak but managed to point to my back. They lifted me from the chair only for my knees to give out leaving them to drag me to my bedroom. My parents dropped me making me throw up in the hallway and cough up some blood. I cried screaming for relief. 

Finally they managed to lay me down on my small bed. The colourful quilt and soft white pillow gave me some comfort and a bit of relief. Mother stroked my hair gently while my father figured out a way to calm me down and make me better. They left me to sleep once I was a bit quieter but my mother stayed in my room that night sitting in a chair the whole night making sure I would be okay.