Through My Eyes

Chapter Ten

Dedicated to the Queen Of Strife, Eris

Sick of doing nothing, I sit up, throwing my pillow across the room.

It hits my wardrobe and I am hit with a thought.

I don't have to stay here, alone. Mother can't make me.

A sadistic grin painting my face, I go over to the wardrobe and wrench the doors open. I begin hurling dresses out of the wardrobe, throwing them on the floor. At the back of the wardrobe, my hideous engagement dress stares at me. I knew this ridiculous gown would eventually come to some use.

After a moment of hesitation, I take it out and tie the top half to the bed post. I tie the rest of my dresses to the skirts of each other until they're in a long line of knotted dresses. I throw the make-shift rope out of the window and hauling my dress up to my waist, I hop onto the window ledge and using the dresses as a support, I scale down the side of my house as though I'm some sort of superhero.

To tell the truth, at this moment, I do not feel far from one.

Once I have landed safely on the ground, I hitch my dress up once more and run through the garden until I get to the stables.

Slamming the door open and almost bumping into Chastity, I yell, "Damon? Damon?"

He pops up in one of the furthest stalls. Peter is behind him and they both seem to be sorting hay bales for the horses.

"Eloise?" Damon walks forward, brushing stray hay from his clothes and hair, "What are you doing here? It's not safe here!"

"Damon..." I rush over and hug him. Damon tightens his arms around me, scooping my body against his like a warm blanket. "What's going to happen?" I ask him.

"I don't know, but it's not going to be good." Damon mumbles into my hair.

"Don't go. Don't leave me."

"I promise you, I will try my best." Damon swears, kissing my head and holding me even closer.

Peter coughs awkwardly and we both pull apart.

"I'll just leave." He says, his cheeks a bright crimson.

I raise an eyebrow at Damon, who chuckles, "Such an innocent soul."

"Hey, leave my brother alone!" I slap his chest.

"Sorry." Damon grins, "You know I'm always gonna love you, right? No matter what happens?"

"No." I say to him, "Don't you start saying goodbye. You're not going anywhere, you're not leaving me. You're going to stay and you're going to marry me and we're going to have lots of babies and we're going to call the girl Esther and the boy Emerson..."

"Woah!" Damon steps back, "I didn't say anything... about the name Esther. Urgh! What kind of a name is that?"

"Damon!" I chide him, "Esther is a beautiful name. Why would you say something like that? That's horrible!"

"No, the name Esther is horrible! My daughter will not be called Esther. No matter what happens, I will not allow you to do that!" Damon says, his eyes wide, "The poor child will be tormented all her life."

"Fine, Esther's cancelled. Well, what about Mary-Anne?"

"Sounds like an old woman." Damon shakes his head in disgust.

"Okay. Ella?"

A slow smile creeps along Damon's face, "Ella. I like it."

I smile in response.