Bloody Baroness

Chapter 6

Tears began to flood my eyes as I felt the torment of panic and anxiety take home in my bones. I sobbed into my arms weeping for my family, thinking of how I fucked up the one task I was given. The emotions couldn't be halted and the thoughts couldn't be smothered, I ran to the corner of the room, vomit wracking through my body as I flung my self to the floor poring what little contents my stomach contained.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." I collapsed into my self crawling over to my mess and removing my blazer I once wore using it to cover up the evidence. They can't know...., they can't know I'm weak.

I stood on shaky ground grasping on the wall for support as I made my way to the mirror fixing my hair wiping away tear streaked mascara, all in an attempt to prove dominance, to prove that I still stand tall. My reflection said anything but, my cheeks where pale, my nose busted yet healing, my dark brown eyes held nothing besides fear, and the long dark hair my mother once brushed was now tangled in knots. I was dismantled from the throne tossed aside like a broken toy, my ego now shattered I fell yet again, only this time no cries left me.

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"Ok lets go." It was Alexis, her voice finally putting an end to the suffering of being forced to listen and imagine all my worse fears over and over again. She glanced at my shame that lingered in the corner, but made no comment, made no face, she simply turned her chubby cheeks and extended a hand for me.

With the bracelets of a deviant lingering on my hands and feet I jingled loudly as we made our way to the dinning hall. The stench of the food made me queasy and a second wave of vomit begin to crawl its way up, but like all proud men do I swallowed it, keeping my head held high.

When entering the room not a single head raised all down focused on consuming as much food as they could, forking down vegetables and chomping down on lamb, all while guzzling beer by the pound. A smiled begged to shine its way through as nostalgia of home overcame me, the only difference was there meal wasn't a hitch hiker off of highway 75.

Alexis guided me to my seat placing me next to what I assume is Alpha Sebastians chair, guessing by the engraved S that so proudly stood out. No lamb or mash potatoes was served my way, not even a plate, then again I didn't eat the same balanced meals that they do.

I sat in place my eyes glued forward on the Full Moon's sigil that hung on the wall, I began to count the dents, stains, and scratches that dawdled near the plaque. I counted thirteen before he arrived, not a single word before his plate was made and he dug in. I kept counting and counting until the people all dispersed besides us. He wiped his mouth with a cloth napkin handing it to a woman who rushed it out of his sight before he could even blink. He cleared his throat sinking back into his chair staring at me, while I starred away, for the only thing I'm able to understand is that I'm doomed.