His Purple Eyes

Chapter 2

Instead of going straight to the meeting room, I decided to go to my favorite place. I walked right past the wide entrance of the meeting room and I opened the door to the library. The library was beside the meeting room and the two rooms were secretly joined

I walked into the room and sighed blissfully. This was such a beautiful old room. Book cases lined the walls and in the center of the room was two comfortable chairs that were faded and worn. Over to the side of the room was a door that lead to the back of the meeting room. The most breath-taking part of the room had to be the chandelier. It had crystals that gleamed in the light of the room and I could just stare at it all day.

Walking over to the center of the room, I jumped onto the comfortable chair. I saw all kinds of people talking with kids and nuns. There was laughter and happy sounds that filled the air. Crying felt like something a person would do in this situation. But nope, not me. Arianna does not cry! I felt like if I did cry, I would show weakness.

Then I saw a little girl named Jenny knock over a vase from across the room. She was always such a clumsy kid, but she was sweet and she made sure everything was fixed. Jenny was 8 and she had adorable short, brown curls. Her nose was adorned with freckles. She was one of the cutest kids I had ever seen.

There was a couple in front of her and they seemed very angry. At first I thought they would get mad that she knocked over the vase, but they were so much more then mad. No one else seemed to notice except me. They were yelling at her and she seemed to cower down. When she bowed her head, the man roughly pulled her face closer to his. I stood up and I could feel myself getting angrier by the second. How could anyone yell at an innocent child like that?

The woman beside the man was manicured to perfection. She had blond hair pulled back into a perfect bun and she had so much make-up on that she could be mistaken for a clown. The man wore an expensive looking suit. They both looked rich. Money can turn people blind.

'Should I interfere this time?' I couldn't help but think. They could just let it go. After deciding I should say something, I was seconds too late.

The man lifted a fat hand and was about to slap Jenny across the face. That was when I lost my composure. He was not going to hurt a child if I was there to do something about it.

"STOP! What do you think you're doing?" I shouted, as I left the library and made my way closer to Jenny and the couple. I could feel my face turn pink.

They stared at me, confused. Then man lowered his hand and straightened up. He stared at me with his eyes squinted. The woman turned to face me as well.

Everyone in the room went silent and heads were turned. I could feel their eyes waiting for my next move. I hated when people expected me to do the right thing as they gawked at the sidelines. But that didn't matter now. All that mattered was that Jenny was safe.

"What makes you think you could ever raise your hand to a child, especially one that doesn't even belong to you?" I asked the couple. I pulled Jenny behind me and glared at the man.

"Well little girl, I am much older than you are and I have authority to do what I want, when I want to. You watch your mouth or you'll get a smack as well." The man ordered. He smirked as if he had won this. Ha, I would wipe that smirk off of his fat face.

"You don't have authority to hit a child and you have no right to hit me. Jenny didn't mean to knock anything over and even if she did, then you still wouldn't have the right to lay a hand on her." I spat back at him. Jenny rushed off to hug Sister Margret who was standing near by. Sister Margret knew I could handle myself but she also knew she would have to step in soon.