Leaving

She stared at her door, her heart racing despite how still she sat on her bed. She could do this. She had to if she wanted to be happy. If she wanted to live. Making the decision, she got up, grabbed her backpack and messenger bag, and walked out the room. She saw the dull blue light of the television fill the living room and the hallway she was in. She walked slowly, careful not to make a sound. She could hear them. Their soft snores and the quiet chatter of some late night show. She quietly entered the living room and looked at her sleeping parents. Her father with his arm around her mother’s shoulders, their faces so much younger looking, the worry of the day slipping away as they slept. Looking at them, she thought that she could love them and that they could love her.

She knew better now. They couldn’t love her and she certainly couldn’t love them. She took a silent breath and walked out of the living room and into the front hall, her ears carefully trained on any sound from the living room. She walked right up to the front door and internally cheered as she turned the handle.

“And where do you think you’re going this late at night?” she froze as the cold steel of her father’s voice sliced through her relief, “Turn around Izzy and explain yourself.” despite herself, Izzy turned around, her face hot with anger and embarrassment.

“I’m leaving.” she said, looking directly into her father’s glare, open rebellion and hate present in her brown eyes.

“Ha, no you’re not.” Izzy’s stare caught her mother as she came into view, “Now close that door and get back to bed.” Her voice was covered in sugar but the threat was there and Izzy noted it.

“NO,” Izzy replied, clenching the hem of her jacket, “I am leaving and there’s nothing you can do.” she said resolutely. She began to back walk out the door when her father pulled a small handgun from behind him.

“Please, Isabell, just go to your room. We don’t want to hurt you.” her father pointed the gun at her head and clicked the bullet into place, “Please.”

“You can’t shoot me,” Izzy stared her parents down, “I know better. I know what I am and I know you can’t hurt me!” she shouted before sprinting out of the house. She ran to her car and unlocked it, thankful that the boy who she had met a few weeks ago helped her debug the whole car so they couldn’t trace her. She got in and started the car, pulling away just as her parents came out of the house, guns held in front of them. She saw them in her rear view mirror, staring after her as she drove off. Izzy knew that they still could have shot her from that distance, she wondered vaguely why they didn’t.

Accusation

This one is late since I got caught up with school work ><

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They accused the girl of stealing the pendant. They¬†berated her with accusations and questions asking her where she stole the pendant from and why. She was a girl of noble blood and good raising, they couldn’t understand why she would risk all of that for a silly pendant. Their loud voices rose as she sat silently in the wooden chair looking straight ahead, not a hint of fear or worry in her face.

“It’s not JUST a pendant,” she mumbled quietly, stunning the two men, “It’s so much more than that.”

“Really now? And why do you say that miss?” one of the men asked, his bushy ginger mustache distracting the girl momentarily. She wanted to rip it from his face and stick it on his eyebrows.

“Answer him now. Just ’cause you’re from that nice family on the hill don’t mean that you can cry your way outta this,” the second man adjusted his faded brown tweed coat, the girl assumed it was to look imposing. Instead he just looked like a little boy playing in his big brother’s clothes.

“You accuse me of stealing something that is mine?” the girl asked mockingly, standing up from the chair and startling the men, ¬†“You ACCUSE me? Do you know who I am?” she asked condescendingly.

Both men stared at her with wide eyes and silently shook their heads ‘No’.

“You will.” She said, a wicked smile gracing her elfin face.