Kapitel 4: Chapter 3
"Father? What does this mean? Th-this is a joke right?" The girl stood pale while looking at the two men in front of her. One who she knows very well, although he keeps giving her a cold shoulder, he raised her nevertheless. And the other, an unfamiliar boy about her age who looks so much like her parents it made her feel terrified.
The boy claimed to be the real child of her parents, she should've laugh it off like the usual but this time, it made her tremble, she's scared, she's very scared.
"Arlene... you should know there was a mistake during your birth..." Her ever so indifferent father told her as if it's just natural so she shouldn't feel surprised about it.
Tears welled up in Arlene's eyes thinking how ridiculous this situation is, she suddenly let out a forced laugh though still sobbing.
"Hahaha.... T-that's a good joke, you can quit acting now father...P-please..." Arlene begged with a little hope in her eyes.
"You already had your share, it's time for you to go." Her father pinched the bridge of his nose as if dealing with nothing more than a nuisance.
It was like cold water was poured over her. So indifferent, so cold, so damn terrifying. She cried, not even holding back her sobs anymore.
She suddenly knelt on the ground.
"But where would I go? Father whe-"
"Do not call me father." Her fathe-...no, the man interrupted coldly. "You stopped being my daughter the moment you made trouble with the crown prince's woman." He continued. And finally, his ending remarks.
"Leave at once, leave any of your belongings, they don't belong to you in the first place." The man said as he walked towards the door.
"Father! Father please!" And then the door slammed shut as echoes bounced throughout the room leaving her with the real son. Right, real son, she wasn't their child, it's no wonder. All along, she thought something was wrong with her, she kept asking herself why they never gave her any attention, why in any trouble she had, they would side with the one who started it first, why they're always weren't there, it no damned wonder. So damned hilarious.
She sobbed, she felt more tears welling up in her eyes, she never remembered crying this much before. No, she barely cried, she stopped crying at the age of 5 not fully understanding why but knowing fully it would only fuel her parents annoyance towards her.
Suddenly, a voice rang coldly around the cold room.
"Didn't you have enough of it already? You already stole my life, shouldn't you be satisfied knowing full well I own everything that you have yet you're the one enjoying the benefits of it?" She looked up to the stranger who gazed down at her with cold eyes.
"I'm sorry-, I d-didn't mean to, I'm sorry." She sobbed as the stranger crouched down in front of her as he gently wiped her tears off her eyes.
"Don't worry, it's not your fault... however." The man paused for a bit.
"However it is your fault to be born as a mistake." He said gently as he caressed her face.
"Now, it's time for you to return what you took... Thievery is a crime after all." He smiled... gently.
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'Great. Just great.' Arline thought while sitting on the corner, far away from those metal bars. Yes, she's behind bars, for stealing bread. Actually, she's not the one who stole it in the first place, it was Arlene.
Now who was that man earlier? She has no fucking idea. First thing she needs to do is to get outta here, but how?...Also no fucking idea.
Medieval prison looks exactly as how those corny ass novels(like this one) would describe it. Gloomy, Dirty, and smells like shit. She could hear mice squeaking around the corners of the four walls that she'd been staring warily of, it made her feel as if something was crawling up her spine. Suddenly, she felt that her small apartment in the real world is luxurious after all. The landlady really didn't lie about that.
Aside from desperately trying to explain earlier to the assigned guards outside of this cell, which is ignored by the said guards by the way, there's really nothing to do here except sitting, staring at the wall blankly, thinking of made up scenarios, and trying to desperately ignore the shitty sewer smell. She almost believed someone might have died around here...
"..."
On a second thought...this is a damn prison cell on the medieval era. Of fucking course someone died in this sewer cell.
Suddenly, Arline felt nausea climbing up her throat as she felt a churn on her stomach, her eyes became wide at the sudden realization as she paled at the thought. She heard of ghosts haunting prison cells most often. She's definitely not the superstitious kind of person but this is a fucking novel where everything's possible. Ghosts are so damn terrifying just so you know.
Screw this shit, she needs to get out of here real quick. Arline stood up slowly and approached the bars, she just prayed above in her heart that the guard will actually hear her this time.
She called out to the guard in a whisper.
"Officer, I promise you-"
"You cannot go out." The guard coldly cut her off.
Wow, cold as ever. That's expected, she's a 'thief' after all. But still, even though she did stole something, isn't it too much to bring a whole battalion to catch her over some bread. Then again, this is a game where nothing made sense, she's not even the one who stole it. It was Arlene.
"I completely understand oh...humble soldier, however, I need to use the bathroom real quick." A lie.
"Then help yourself inside that cell." The guard said without sparing a glance at her.
Okay that didn't work. Maybe just a little bit need to be convincing .
"But oh, wouldn't it smell?" Her eyebrows furrowed, she tried to sound worried as she clenched her hands against the metal bars. In all honesty, that was really disgusting, but she needs to take a gamble or she'll die of asphyxiation due to the smell around here, not to mention, she's really fucking scared of ghosts, not that she would admit that though.
"..."
The guard didn't spared a single glance at her direction. He must have been used to the smell then. Still, she tried to continue convincing the guard to let her out, however, seeing the guard being unresponsive to her threats, she eventually gave up. She slid herself down in the wall, and thought of other ways to get out.
if there was a hole here, she would've gotten out, but look at this place. Dark, humid, damn smelly, and basically have no holes. She gradually became accustomed to the smell, feeling a bit less nauseous than the first time she was thrown here. She's not sure if that's a good thing or a bad one.
She's quite tired after all of that, therefore, she closed her eyes for a bit. Maybe tomorrow, she'd be back in her room.
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