Friends

Sierra Has Love Problems while Everyone Else Awakens

           Sierra's POV

                       I lean out the window and watch the entire battle happily. The sea monster seemed so good. And then they had to throw their bracelets at i...wait a second. I grad my bracelet an look closely.

                     Damn you, Sorceress! (Damn you, Meg!)

                       "Hmph! Luke!" I strut through the narrow hallways, pushing all the guards down.

                     "Honey!" Luke exclaims as soon as I open the bedroom door.

                      "Luke! They escaped!"I shout, not caring that he was my amazing boyfriend.

                   "Sierra! Sierra, honey, why are you so angry?!" Luke protests.

                 "Oh it's me now? Oh, Luke! What's wrong with you? We just lost all our prisoners." I jump on the king-sized bed.

                      "Sierra! Who freaking cares?" Luke says carelessly.

                     "I do!" I scream. I thought this was the powerful man who proposed last night. I remember him on one knee, begging. I filled with joy, and it quickly turned into hatred.

                      "Take  it easy, sweetheart." Luke croons. I glance at him, and I know.

                     "You've been drinking!" I accuse him with no sympathy. 

                        "Leave me alone." Luke cuts off the topic, but I push forward.

                    "Your'e underage drinking!" I shriek.

                           "Shut up, Sierra!" he hisses.

                   "So this is how it's going to be, huh? So if I get married to you, this is it?!" I yell.

                      "What more do you want?" he yells. The question echoes in my mind as the gears start turning.

                   "I want HARRY FREAKING STYLES!" I scream over and over again while I barge into his closet.

                     "Eh? Sierra. What are you doing? Sierra? Sierra! SIERRA!" He yells after me, but I'm long gone. I haul his beer and wine boxes out.

                        'Sierra, stop. Sierra!" he staggers toward me, but I get in his face.

                        "Luke Castellan. I may be a sweet girlfriend, but I'm a rough one too." I take his bottles and toss them out the window.

                          "No!" He bounds forward, but it's too late. I also know what's coming.

                       "You freak! A week in the dungeons would do you good!" Luke yells.

                      "What?! Dungeons?!" I shriek. His are the worst. Rotted, moldy- everything bad.

                "Not the Dungeons. The torture rooms." Luke looks unforgiving.

                   "No!" I grab my comb and almost break it in half.

                   "NO! NO!" He drags me to the bottom of the ship.

                   "Sierra, this is for your own good. You can come out when you know exactly what you want." He throws me into the room, where I slowly combust. He slams the door shut, and I break out into sobs.