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Authors: Felicity Beadsmoore
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understand what’s changed since yesterday.”
I thought of Max. In his room on the train, and—in my room. Instinctively my hand went to the pendant hanging around my neck. By the time I’d noticed, Mum’s eyes had already focused on the necklace. I wasn’t exactly sure why, but I knew it was bad that she’d seen it.
“Where did you get that,” she ask ed me, looking both mad and worried. She reached out a hand to touch the pendant, but I dropped it against my skin and moved away from her.
“It was a gift,” I answered, as I dodged her again.
“From whom, Kitty,” Mum said, her voice going deeper.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said. I started walking up the alleyway away from her, not waiting for her to catch up.
“Kitty,” she called out to me.
I could hear her running on the stone pathway coming up behind me.
She grabbed my arm tightly and spun me to face her. “You will tell me where you got that pendant, Kitty,” she said firmly.
I had expected her to look fierce and angry, but instead she looked up at me with scared, tear-filled eyes. I couldn’t seem to comprehend her worry or her fear. I didn’t understand what was so wrong about a necklace. “Max Tiennan gave it to me,” I said quietly. “For my birthday.”
Her silver blue eyes widened and she grabbed for the necklace again. I stepped back and pulled my arm from her grasp.
“Take it off,” she yelled, lunging at me again.
“No,” I yelled back. I darted away from her outstretched arms and moved further up the alleyway.
T his time Mum didn’t rush after me, but with tears starting to fall down her rosy cheeks, she reached a hand out to me. “Please, Kitten,” she said. “Take it off. It’s putting you in danger.”
Her comment annoyed me and I felt a protective anger begin to build inside. The necklace was a gift from Max, and Max would never put me in danger. Didn’t she understand that? I tucked the pendant safely between my breasts and took a small step towards her.
“No, Mother,” I replied coldly. “You’re the one who put me in danger. You brought me here, without a word about who I really am. You left me to the mercy of the wolves. Max would never do that.”
Before I had a chance to realize what I’d said and to feel apologetic for it, I was off and running up the alleyway as far away from my mum as I could get. When I finally stopped, when there were no more footsteps or echoing voices following me, I was shocked at what I had said. It had felt good to confront Mum, but I would never say something like that to her face. A cool breeze chilled me and I wrapped my black, cotton cardigan tighter around my chest. I was beginning to feel strange. I felt constantly conflicted by my thoughts, as though they were no longer just my own, and I seemed to be losing a little control over my actions.
I lifted my left hand up to my head and closed my eyes, gently rubbing my temple to try to calm myself . But it only made things worse. My head started spinning and my body began to slowly sway. I quickly opened my eyes and searched for a place to sit down. The hard stone ground below me just didn’t seem like a preferable place to collapse.
Luckily, a little way down the alley in front of me was an ancient looking structure, overgrown with moss and jasmine vines. As I neared, I noticed that its medieval frame appeared to house a number of water filled troughs along its main three walls and that there was a tall, sturdy, marble fountain in the centre of the room. It appeared the perfect picture of an old-fashioned washhouse and seemed, to me, like the ideal little haven that I needed to rest and sort out my thoughts. As I stepped inside, I was suddenly swamped by the gloominess within, which was made darker due to the cloudy skies of the day. Feeling a little edgy in the room full of shadows, I tried desperately to calm myself and to steady my breathing, but my fear and dizziness wouldn’t let me. Urgently, I searched for
I thought of Max. In his room on the train, and—in my room. Instinctively my hand went to the pendant hanging around my neck. By the time I’d noticed, Mum’s eyes had already focused on the necklace. I wasn’t exactly sure why, but I knew it was bad that she’d seen it.
“Where did you get that,” she ask ed me, looking both mad and worried. She reached out a hand to touch the pendant, but I dropped it against my skin and moved away from her.
“It was a gift,” I answered, as I dodged her again.
“From whom, Kitty,” Mum said, her voice going deeper.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said. I started walking up the alleyway away from her, not waiting for her to catch up.
“Kitty,” she called out to me.
I could hear her running on the stone pathway coming up behind me.
She grabbed my arm tightly and spun me to face her. “You will tell me where you got that pendant, Kitty,” she said firmly.
I had expected her to look fierce and angry, but instead she looked up at me with scared, tear-filled eyes. I couldn’t seem to comprehend her worry or her fear. I didn’t understand what was so wrong about a necklace. “Max Tiennan gave it to me,” I said quietly. “For my birthday.”
Her silver blue eyes widened and she grabbed for the necklace again. I stepped back and pulled my arm from her grasp.
“Take it off,” she yelled, lunging at me again.
“No,” I yelled back. I darted away from her outstretched arms and moved further up the alleyway.
T his time Mum didn’t rush after me, but with tears starting to fall down her rosy cheeks, she reached a hand out to me. “Please, Kitten,” she said. “Take it off. It’s putting you in danger.”
Her comment annoyed me and I felt a protective anger begin to build inside. The necklace was a gift from Max, and Max would never put me in danger. Didn’t she understand that? I tucked the pendant safely between my breasts and took a small step towards her.
“No, Mother,” I replied coldly. “You’re the one who put me in danger. You brought me here, without a word about who I really am. You left me to the mercy of the wolves. Max would never do that.”
Before I had a chance to realize what I’d said and to feel apologetic for it, I was off and running up the alleyway as far away from my mum as I could get. When I finally stopped, when there were no more footsteps or echoing voices following me, I was shocked at what I had said. It had felt good to confront Mum, but I would never say something like that to her face. A cool breeze chilled me and I wrapped my black, cotton cardigan tighter around my chest. I was beginning to feel strange. I felt constantly conflicted by my thoughts, as though they were no longer just my own, and I seemed to be losing a little control over my actions.
I lifted my left hand up to my head and closed my eyes, gently rubbing my temple to try to calm myself . But it only made things worse. My head started spinning and my body began to slowly sway. I quickly opened my eyes and searched for a place to sit down. The hard stone ground below me just didn’t seem like a preferable place to collapse.
Luckily, a little way down the alley in front of me was an ancient looking structure, overgrown with moss and jasmine vines. As I neared, I noticed that its medieval frame appeared to house a number of water filled troughs along its main three walls and that there was a tall, sturdy, marble fountain in the centre of the room. It appeared the perfect picture of an old-fashioned washhouse and seemed, to me, like the ideal little haven that I needed to rest and sort out my thoughts. As I stepped inside, I was suddenly swamped by the gloominess within, which was made darker due to the cloudy skies of the day. Feeling a little edgy in the room full of shadows, I tried desperately to calm myself and to steady my breathing, but my fear and dizziness wouldn’t let me. Urgently, I searched for
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