The Schuyler Scandal || Modern Meggy

Chapter 22 (Edited)

(A/N Even though Ella thinks in French, I wrote her thoughts in English)

Ella POV (5 minutes earlier)

I put my hands up just in time to catch the red and blue bouncy ball.

"Good job, Ella!" Philip cheered. I don't understand what he just said, so I smile and hope that it was the right time to smile. Philip smiles back, which means that I did the right thing. He then sticks his arms out, which means he wants me to pass the ball back to him. I look at the little ball in my hand before throwing it on the ground. It bounces all the way to the ceiling before hitting Philip in the head. I giggle at his surprised face. Philip pouts and starts to walk towards me while rubbing his head.

"Salle de brains," Philip says, placing the little ball in my hand. My dad has been trying to teach Philip French so he can talk to me.

"D'accord," I say, nodding my head. Philip has to go to the bathroom. That gives me time to get better at bouncing the ball. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, open my eyes, and throw the ball as hard as I can at the ground. The ball hits the ground with full force and shoots towards the the ceiling. It then bounces off the ceiling and out the apartment door that someone must have left open.

"Non!" I yell, chasing the ball. I run out into the hallway frantically as it bounces away from me. That's my favorite ball! I don't want to lose it! I am so panicked that I don't even see the guy in front of me until I run into his legs.

"Watch it, pipsqueak!" he grunts, looking down at me. I stop chasing my ball to look up at the giant man in front of me. He was taller than anyone I had ever met! The giant squints at me for a few seconds before speaking again.

"Wait, aren't you Hercules and Lafayette's daughter?" I don't understand what he just asked, but I heard my father's names, so this man must be their friend!

"Papas!" I squeal, jumping around in a fit of giggles. The man smirks and puts his hand out for me to take. If he's friends with my dads, then I think I can trust him. I put my tiny hand in his big one and he quickly leads us down the stairwell and into the lobby.

"Pourquoi ne pourrions-nous pas juste prendre l'ascenseur?" I ask.

"Quiet!" he snaps, slapping my arm. I know what that word means. I don't like this man anymore. He hurt me. As soon as we're outside the building, I start to cry. The man growls and forcefully picks me up. I try to scream, but he puts his hand over my mouth to stop me. Not knowing what else do, I bite his hand. He pulls it away, but still keeps a firm grip on my tiny waist.

"You little bitch!" he yells, waving his now bleeding hand in the air. Before he can put his hand back over my mouth, I scream as loud as I can. I only get to do this for about seven seconds before the man throws me in the back of his van.

"Shut up and stay down or I'll shoot you," the man says angrily while pointing a gun at my head. I whimper and shrink down in the seat. The gun gave me the message. The man smiles evilly before turning back around in his seat and pressing on the gas. I pull my knees up to my chest and cry silently.

"Want dads," I whisper shakily.

Peggy POV (Present time)

I know that scream.

We all know the scream.

"Ella!" we all shout, running over to the window. We look out just in time to see a white van pull off the curb and speed away.

"Oh hell no!" I yell before dashing out of the room. I take the stairwell to get to the lobby faster. I hear footsteps following behind me as I run down the stairs two at a time. Once I reach the bottom, I throw the door open to the lobby. The only person there was a woman who was reading a magazine on the couch. I frantically run up to her and whack the magazine out of her hand. The woman looks up at me in shock before frowning.

"Sorry lady, but this is an emergency. Did you see someone come through here with a little girl just now? The little girl has platinum blonde hair and was wearing a white sundress," I explain. At this point, everyone had caught up to me and had joined in hovering over the woman.

"Actually, I did. A big burly man came through here about a minute ago with her," the lady says.

"Do you have any idea what he was wearing or what he looked like?" Alex asks from behind me, pulling out a notepad and pencil from his back pocket. Out of my peripheral vision, I see John do the same.

"Um, I didn't get a good glimpse of what he looked like, but he was wearing baggy blue jeans and a leather jacket. Judging from the man's hood, the jacket appeared to be red on the inside. It also said "Redcoats" on the back with a crocheted picture of two crossed muskets underneath," she answers.

"How did you see all that in the short time he was in the lobby if you weren't specifically looking for him?" I asked suspiciously.

"I like to people watch," the lady shrugs.

"Oh. Okay. Thanks!" I say before turning back to my friends. I suddenly realize the dead look on Alexander's face.

"Alex? What's up?" I ask.

"The Redcoats are one of the biggest gangs in New York City," John says, answering for his speechless boyfriend.

"And King George is their leader."

A/N

HEY Y'ALL

I'M EVIL AREN'T I

NO? Okay

I don't really have anything to say except that I'm going to try to update more frequently

Please don't hesitate to point out any mistakes.

Translation that doesn't explain itself:

"Pourquoi ne pourrions-nous pas juste prendre l'ascenseur?"

"Why couldn't we have just taken the elevator?"