The Royal Mistake

Sneak Peak

Hello readers (: So, this is a sneak peak to the full length novel I'm writing based off of this story. Some things are going to change and there will be new characters and different spins on old characters, plus we will be learning more about each character. I'm very excited to write this and I hope that you all enjoy it! 

 

 

Chapter One

Dark Days

The clanging of the bells echo through the chambers, forcing me out of my revere. Blinking, I feel the chill in the air as I remember where I am. Tears spring to my eyes as the memories of what used to be slowly slip away into the dark abyss that has swallowed me whole. I wrap my arms around my body as I fight away the shivers. 

        How had I gotten here? Okay, I knew exactly how I got here but why? Whose cruel, sick idea was it to bring me here? Sure, they thought they were saving me but what gave them the right to drop me here? What gave them the right to ruin my life? I never wanted this. I was happy. So, so happy. And now? Now it's like I live in some post-apocalyptic world where the rich and the famous get the abundance of nutrients while I get the scraps left behind. 

        Closing my eyes, I try to fight off the anger that I can feel climbing up my spine. Anger. My father once said to me, It's like taunting a cobra. One second you could be fine then the next you could be in a blind rage, unaware that you let the cobra sink its fangs into your skin. 

        I can still hear his voice. Can still see the light in his eyes as he pushed me on the swing in our backyard. Closing my eyes, I can remember the feeling of soaring through the air as I screamed higher! higher!. I can hear his laugh as it wraps all around me, warming me, comforting me. 

        I can feel the breeze as it whispers against my skin and plays with my hair. I remember the joy I felt in my heart. I remember the happiness of life. Then just as fast as it came, the happiness disappears just to be replaced by fear and pain. My dads laugh turns into screams and a heat so intense washes over me that I force my eyes open. 

        Gasping, I can feel my chest expanding then collapsing as if I had just run a marathon. I can still feel the heat on my arms, on my face, my legs. It burns. Clenching my teeth, I look at my arms half expecting them to be on fire but instead all I see is my arms, nothing else.

        Taking a deep breath, I force the memories out of my mind. If I'm late Natasha will lock me up again.

        Pushing up from my cot, I make my way towards the dresser. My room isn't what you would call big, it's even smaller than what most people would consider small. Honestly, I don't even think it was ever really meant to be a room. It's more the size of a closet. Much doesn't fit in here but I guess it works because I don't have much. I didn't get to bring anything from my home before I was taken here. Most of my belongings were destroyed, anyways. All I have now is what the Wesdon's gave me. 

        My wardrobe consists of two t-shirts, both plain grey, one pair of ratty old jeans that have holes in the knees, a pair of sweats and my working attire. Most people would say the Wesdon's are sweet caring people for giving me a place to live but in what world is sweet and caring forcing me to be a maid? What type of people rescue a girl off the street just to force her to work for them? The Wesdon's are selfish, careless people who would feel more remorse over breaking a nail than a dead loved one. 

        Who are the Wesdon's? Well, they are the wealthy family. They're the family that makes the rules behind closed doors. They control everything and nobody ever betrays them or strikes against them. Let's just say the last person that tried wasn't very lucky. They now live in a unmarked grave ten feet underground. Yeah, the outcome doesn't ever end in anyone's favour other than the Wesdon's. 

        Sighing, I yank open the top drawer of my dresser and scowl at the white shirt on top. Grabbing it, I yank it on overtop of my tank top and then pull on the ratty white pants. Why someone would choose white for working clothes, I would never know. Probably because they aren't the ones who have to clean the damn things. Next I grab a pony tail and wrap it around my hair. Natasha doesn't like it when us servants leave our hair down, she thinks it'll make it harder for us to clean. Rolling my eyes, I scowl at my reflection. I still look the same as I did a year ago; same long red hair and blue eyes but there's something different. Maybe it's the scowl that always seems to be planted on my lips. I never used to scowl. I used to never stop smiling. But I guess things change when everything you know disappears in an instant. 

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That's it for now (: 

The rest of the chapter will be posted as a seperate book. You'll be able to find it on my profile page (: